Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 210 - Sixty-one will win (5K)_2

Chapter 210: Sixty-one will win (5K)_2

Chapter 210: Sixty-one will win (5K)_2

Such déjà vu made Yuri very uncomfortable. He shook his head, trying his best not to think about those things, and began to explore.

The abyss was like a vast graveyard.

The pollutants wandering here were mostly large or extra-large.

But they showed no desire to attack, or even to move.

Most lay curled up like corpses, allowing their bodies to rot bit by bit without any movement.

It was as if the previous frenzy was an illusion.

How long could Lyra City be supplied if these extra-large pollutants were turned into Source Oil?

Yuri thought about this and then involuntarily recalled the phrase he’d heard during yesterday’s contamination:

“The source is the contamination!”

He remembered the phrase until now.

What did it mean?

What was the source? Was it the Source Oil?

The Source Oil was indeed separated from the pollutants, but at the moment it turned into Source Oil, shouldn’t it have lost its contaminating feature?

Could it be…

Yuri felt rather heavy-hearted. Although logically, he shouldn’t trust anything he saw or heard under contamination, it was hard for him not to care.

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Why precisely that phrase?

He was walking along when he suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes fixed straight ahead, his breath almost stopping.

Because there stood a fully armed person in front of him.

But it was not the attire of the Devil’s Army, but… Night Star.

A knight of Night Star?!

Had he been contaminated again?!

Yuri immediately reached for the emergency device on his neck and found it to be functioning properly.

…Strange. He could sense the emergency device, which should mean he wasn’t contaminated.

What was going on?

Before Yuri could figure it out, he heard footsteps. He abruptly looked up and saw that the knight from Night Star was walking toward him.

He immediately placed his hand on the Blazing Fire Sword, although he didn’t know if this sword would work against the fellow from ten years ago.

The knight from Night Star kept approaching, his dull footsteps ticking like the seconds of a clock.

Yuri gripped the Blazing Fire Sword even tighter.

Logically, he should have retreated quickly at this moment, regardless of whatever the other party was, as he shouldn’t have direct contact with him.

But, remembering the corpse that screamed “Run!” at him yesterday, he stopped the urge to back away and just stared straight at the other.

So, the knight from Night Star came to stand right in front of him.

A muffled and hoarse voice came from the old mask: “Are you… reinforcements?”

Reinforcements?

He was looking for reinforcements?

Yuri quickly thought it through, but for someone who should have died ten years ago, many behavioral logics did not apply, so he asked warily, “What do you need reinforcements for?”

“What do I need reinforcements for?” the knight from Night Star cocked his head, seemingly confused, “Ah, for what?”

He too began to ponder.

He seemed not quite lucid. Had he been completely contaminated?

Yuri asked nonchalantly, “Yeah, you’re looking for reinforcements, there has to be a reason, right?”

“What to do, what to do…”

The knight from Night Star repeated Yuri’s words, as if that was all he could say.

It seemed like he had no more reason left.

Yuri began to slowly draw out the Blazing Fire Sword.

Then, Yuri saw him suddenly lift his head, the motion so intense as if he might break his own neck.

“Ah! I remember now,” he said, “We’ve found the target, but we can’t bring it back. We need reinforcements to retrieve it.”

Yuri’s heart skipped a beat.

They’d found the target!?

What target?!

Was it the same thing they were looking for?

Yuri immediately asked, “What is it? Where?!”

“What is it… where is it…”

He began to repeat these two phrases again.

But Yuri knew he would answer, so he was not in a hurry to press him but waited patiently.

As expected, he soon gave out coordinates, which should be the location of that thing.

But he couldn’t specify what exactly the thing was.

After giving out the coordinates, he became even more urgent than before, his whole body visibly agitated.

“Reinforcements, reinforcements,” he murmured, “can’t hold on much longer, can’t hold on…”

“Who can’t hold on?” Yuri asked again.

“Who can’t hold on?”

The other party once again repeated the question, appearing very confused.

He couldn’t answer that question either.

Yuri realized that the knight’s thought process and memory were in disarray. He only knew he had to find reinforcements and take them to that set of coordinates.

But as to what was at those coordinates, and what couldn’t hold out any longer, he could not say.

It felt like… a fragmented memory.

Yuri looked into the eyes beneath that mask and asked one final question: “Who are you?”

This question immediately quieted him down.

“Who… am I?”

“Yes,” Yuri sensed that he had touched upon the crucial question, “who are you?”

He stood silently, unresponsive, as if dead.

But soon, Yuri saw liquid flowing from beneath his mask.

Were those… tears?

Was he crying?

Yuri experienced a moment of disorientation, and then the other suddenly moved.

He bolted in the direction from which Yuri had come.

Yuri reacted promptly, reaching out to grab his hand.

But there was nothing to grasp; he caught only air.