Chapter 656: Yang Jian Appears

This black Sentinel warrior named Dong Mushuang, a rare female, was sitting on the sofa, her face showing a hint of fatigue.

She hadn't slept all night, bombarded with questions about Mu Yang—how could she not be tired?

Moreover, the ban that had almost been lifted was renewed.

She still couldn't leave the base.

Fortunately, in these past two months, no Sky-Point aliens had landed nearby; otherwise, being able to see but not fight Dong Mushuang would have suffocated her.

Their elite squad is the kind that receives all sorts of missions and runs around the world.

Their annual mission count exceeds that of regular garrison zones, requiring more Black Sentinel warriors responsible for security.

With no missions currently assigned, it's a case of out of sight, out of mind.

Aside from her activity range being restricted to the base interior, there's otherwise little impact.

This treatment exists only because Dong Mushuang herself barely qualifies as an elite warrior.

If it were a regular squad, and a member defected, everyone else would be affected.

Half a month of confinement, various investigations—these are the bare minimum; whether she can continue frontline combat afterward remains uncertain.

Although not restricted in movement, Dong Mushuang still chose to stay in her assigned dormitory.

Going out would inevitably prompt others to ask, "What's the situation with Mu Yang?"

It was practically a foregone conclusion that she would become a Black Sentinel high-ranking official, even a leader—yet she turned around and defected?

Now, a special Sky-Point alien has appeared, and they're searching.

Major incident!

You ask one thing, I say one thing—it could annoy Dong Mushuang to death.

"That guy—why on earth did he defect?!" Dong Mushuang irritably scratched her head, and suddenly, she felt her throat tighten.

Then came a wave of dizziness, the scenery before her eyes blurring into a indistinct haze.

The strength and skill she once prided herself on vanished entirely, leaving her incapable of any movement.

She felt like a leaf spinning wildly in a gale, ready to be torn apart at any moment.

It might have lasted only a few seconds, or perhaps an agonizingly long few hours.

Dong Mushuang suddenly felt her throat loosen, her body plummeting, her feet landing firmly on solid ground.

The next second, she knelt on the ground, retching violently.

Fortunately, from last night until now, she had only drunk some water, so she didn't vomit uncontrollably.

She retched for a good while, feeling as if even her bile would come up.

Dong Mushuang forced herself to stand, looking around—though her hands and feet trembled—this was a physiological reaction, not something willpower could overcome.

But as a warrior, she certainly couldn't collapse.

"Are you Mu Yang's comrade?" a voice came from behind; Dong Mushuang spun around, assuming an attacking stance.

The place she was in was no longer her private dormitory, but an uninhabited wilderness.

Beside her were some scattered trees.

The person speaking behind her—now she saw them.

A head of white hair, clad in a flamboyant, exaggerated blood-red robe, with a black greatsword slung across their back.

Half-lying, half-crouching on their shoulder was a cat? A dog?

The black greatsword—Dong Mushuang knew it well, it came from the Sky-Point aliens.

This is the Sky-Point aliens' weapon, and also the raw material for the Black Sentinels' weapons.

Just raw material.

The black greatsword is huge and heavy; even ordinary warriors strain to lift it, let alone wield it.

Warriors of Mu Yang's caliber could swing the black greatsword with tiger-like vigor, but even so, they'd rather choose weapons better suited to them.

No one would directly use the Sky-Point aliens' black greatsword as a weapon.

Why is this person carrying a black greatsword?

Moreover, they brought me here—how did they do it?

Where am I?

Is that white little cutie a fox?

For a moment, Dong Mushuang became a hundred thousand "whys," nearly overlooking Tang Luo's words.

Fortunately, though her body felt weak, her mind remained clear: "Who are you?" she countered.

"An old friend of Mu Yang." Tang Luo said.

Dong Mushuang's eyes widened slightly: "You're that damned worm!"

Those who oppose the Homeland Sentinels, the surrender faction, the radical faction—all are collectively called worms.

Black Sentinel warriors should hate worms the most, without exception.

These fellows don't do their proper duties, but they excel at "dragging their feet."

During battles between the Black Sentinels and Sky-Point aliens, causing a little chaos can inflict major damage.

Within a year after the "Great Infection" event, the worms grew arrogant, acted frequently, even prompting the Black Sentinels to dispatch special personnel to eradicate them.

To make this worm faction vanish without a trace.

I never expected them to appear again!

Did Mu Yang defect because his old friend was a worm, corrupting him?

"What worms?" Tang Luo said, "I came to find Mu Yang—tell me where he last appeared, and take me there."

"Not worms?" Dong Mushuang stared, not sensing the man before her was lying; then she carefully examined the creature on Tang Luo's shoulder.

Suddenly, Dong Mushuang realized something, her face paling in shock: "You're a Sky-Point alien!"

White Beast?!

White Beast! Twin Swords! Big Guy!

Those are the three special Sky-Point Starfolk; they have intelligence, can communicate, and are searching for Mu Yang.

Moreover, the White Beast and Twin Swords appeared in a joint base, rampaged for a while, then left in triumph, forcing Homeland Watch in this way.

Unique throughout history… at least in records, this is a never-before-seen unique throughout history.

"Where did Mu Yang last appear?" Tang Luo stepped forward, his brocade kasaya turning into black armor, his red eyes fixed on Dong Mushuang.

Dong Mushuang stepped back, then could no longer move.

Move again, and you will die!

"Don't be nervous, I won't harm Mu Yang." Tang Luo approached slowly, the armor on his body dispersing once more.

"I, I don't know where he is..." Dong Mushuang spoke with difficulty.

"I only need to know where he last appeared." Tang Luo stared at Dong Mushuang, pressing further.

Zhu Bajie might pull off some illusion or something to detour; if Tang Luo's words fail to give him a soul to ferry, he can only force his way like this.

Pressing Dong Mushuang until she could barely breathe, people in extreme terror are still relatively easy to subdue.

Moreover...

"Want to know the truth? Take me there, I can help you find him." Tang Luo pressed his last straw.

Dong Mushuang yielded, not because she was especially weak, but because Tang Luo was truly too dangerous.

Moreover, she also wanted to know the earth-shattering secret hidden behind.

Also, the place she wants to take Tang Luo to is where Mu Yang last appeared—this is not exactly a secret.

Many people know that if the White Beast chooses to slaughter indiscriminately, news can still be obtained.

Better yet, let her offer herself to the tiger.

Dong Mushuang behaved like a little white rabbit trembling at the wolf's maw, three-quarters of her heart trembling like a little rabbit.

The remaining quarter was complex, composed of curiosity, anticipation, courage, cunning, and so on.

"So Sky-Point Starfolk can fly..."

"So Sky-Point Starfolk are actually human inside? No way! Before, they were clearly hollow..."

While daydreaming, Dong Mushuang did not forget her duty to guide.

Leading Tang Luo to the place where Yang Jian last appeared.

Not some particularly remote wilderness, but a building; Mu Yang was found there by Black Watch after his betrayal, fought someone here, then disappeared again.

Several large holes can be seen on the rather old-looking building.

The battle that day was also fairly intense.

Since it's an uninhabited abandoned house, naturally no one repairs it.

"Go on, hound." Tang Luo patted the head of the Xiaotian Quan, which entered the building and began sniffing everywhere.

If it could catch even a whiff of that familiar scent, it could "follow the vine to the melon."

That battle wasn't too long ago; with the Xiaotian Quan's ability, there's a slight hope.

"Woof!"

Suddenly, the Xiaotian Quan's bark echoed inside the abandoned building.

The shattered window on the fourth floor broke apart, a sound-wrapped figure collided and jumped out, unfolded in midair, landed, rolled once, shedding the force of the fall without saying, then smoothly lowered and ran forward.

The posture was agile, like a leopard.

As for speed, it was even faster than a leopard!

"Captain!"

Dong Mushuang exclaimed, unexpectedly playing the dark-under-the-lamp trick— the most dangerous place is the safest place this move.

No one expected Mu Yang would actually return to this abandoned building.

Everyone thought Mu Yang had defected, possibly colluding with the surrender faction.

Result? Hiding in this abandoned building, staying quiet and not causing trouble— what's going on?

Like a tiger released from its cage, then running into a vegetable garden to lie down and sleep— aren't you supposed to roar like a tiger?

The person who jumped out wore a low black duck-tongue cap, half his face shadowed.

Added to his speed, his face couldn't be made out clearly.

But his build— as a longtime teammate of several years, Dong Mushuang was very familiar with it.

Was it not Mu Yang, then who?

Mu Yang ignored Dong Mushuang's call, charging forward.

On his back was a black, strip-shaped bag about one meter long.

While charging forward, Mu Yang reached toward the bag, not knowing what part he opened.

A black rod about eighty centimeters long fell into his hand— calling it a rod isn't particularly accurate.

Because it has a sharp tip, resembling a spearhead at first glance.

With the short spear in hand, while escaping, he could respond to any incoming attack.

Even bullets, he had confidence to dodge or even block!

However, the imagined attack never came.

Even, Mu Yang didn't notice anyone lying in ambush, pursuing; it seemed only the two people glimpsed earlier had found him?

One was his old teammate, Dong Mushuang— no need to elaborate.

The other, Mu Yang didn't recognize.

Despite his inner surprise, it didn't affect Mu Yang continuing to flee.

The abandoned building here—several years ago, a Celestial-Point alien landed, and after the Black Watch great battle cleanup, no one had moved back in.

The location isn't exactly deep in the wilderness, but it's rather remote.

A few hundred meters away is a river.

Last time, Mu Yang didn't jump into the river to escape; he cut down those who were pursuing him and then left.

This time, Mu Yang's choice is to jump into the river.

The river is fairly swift; after leaving the city, it flows deep into the mountains and forests, and it has tributaries.

"Ah, he jumped into the river." Tang Luo stood where he was, sighing.

"Hurry and chase him!" Dong Mushuang was even more anxious than Tang Luo.

"No need to rush." Tang Luo said, as the Heavenly Hound returned, leaping onto his shoulder and letting out a long howl.

Indicating that even if Yang Jian fled to the ends of the earth, it would be useless.

"It's nothing to do with you now—go back to base." Tang Luo told Dong Mushuang, gesturing that she was free.

Dong Mushuang froze for a moment—was she just let go like that?

Wait! You still haven't told me Mu Yang's secret!

"Didn't you say you'd tell me the truth?" Dong Mushuang blurted out—gossip, a nature deep in her bones.

"Oh, I lied to you."

The truth? What truth?

Are you telling me Mu Yang is actually Yang Jian, and this world has no legend of Yang Jian at all?

As for the truth of the betrayal, Tang Luo himself doesn't even know.

Maybe he was just bored and suddenly wanted to strike out on his own?

No big deal.

Dong Mushuang watched Tang Luo's retreating back, feeling a surge of anger—men really are all big pig's trotters!

Male humanoid aliens are no exception!