Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 319 - 319 53 The Past

319: Chapter 53: The Past 319: Chapter 53: The Past “When will Mr.

Shiyu wake up?”

“I don’t know~” Kardesia complained, propping herself up on the table, “This guy has been sleeping for days!

The noise coming over here was enough to make a bio-elephant throw up, and he still keeps on snoozing!”

“Indeed, Kardesia almost threw up.”

“That’s a normal reaction, Little Qian, it’s weird that you can keep a straight face!”

Normal people don’t suddenly burst into flames while sitting down; not too big, not too small, it gave her quite a scare.

The third voice joined in their conversation, a neurotic female voice.

A holographic projection of Doctor Cecil was cast onto the table.

“Where are the output adjustment data?!

Give it to me quickly, don’t waste my time!!”

The top-hatted girl and the blonde doctor started firing back at each other energetically: “Where could it be so quickly?!

Do you know how clunky and stupid this piece of junk is to use?!”

The female doctor, tugging her hair, screamed, “You must take back your unfair criticism of my taste!

This inflammable garbage-like appearance was made by Mo Yuankai!”

“No wonder.

Sorry, my mistake.”

How miraculous, two agitated blonde women had reached a harmonious agreement at this moment.

Only Qin Qianbai privately mourned; she thought the new equipment looked very stylish.

Doctor Cecil glared at the expressionless girl.

“And you?!

Give me some good news!!”

“Clang clang.” The young lady held up a pair of glaze-colored sabers.

The head of the lab coat’s expression changed from frenzy to ecstasy in half a second.

“Fantastic, sheer genius!

You are far better than this idiot who uses their brain as a swill bucket!!”

“Reena Cecil!

When we get back, I’m burning your damn lab to the ground!!”

The two ladies from the Federation began to display their extensive vocabulary in a quite indecorous manner.

The young lady put in earplugs, silently turning her gaze aside.

Outside the window was a silent deepness, a place where not even sound could be heard.

Shiyu Lianyi floated near the window, sleeping peacefully as if in hibernation.

His eyelids twitched slightly.

·

Far away, on Dahe Island, a pure white armored vehicle was racing along a desolate road.

Only an hour away from the waterfall, the picturesque scenery of clear mountains and refreshing waters had disappeared, leaving the lonely four-person vehicle engulfed by barrenness as if passing through a poor quality transition map in an old video game.

No one in the vehicle spoke, the monotonous beige environment was lulling them all to sleep.

Shiyu Ling lay on the back seat, still unconscious.

Gongsun Ce checked her temperature, her forehead was hot to the touch.

The grey-haired young man pinched his thigh hard to keep from passing out.

“Qiluo, put on some music,” Gongsun Ce tried to muster some energy, “Something with a beat to keep me awake.”

The girl in the screen anxiously bounced up, raising an X with her arms: “Gongsun Ce, you need rest now!

I will notify you immediately of any emergencies!”

Qiluo was right; anyone who had just fought for their life should lie down.

But Gongsun Ce was afraid to sleep; since arriving at Zero Island, his sleep had become more dangerous than daytime combats: first it was mix-ups of dreams; the previous night, he was compelled by a mysterious voice to have a Clarity Dream; and the same event repeated last night.

He was scared.

Yan Qi had taught him before that the mind and body are inseparable.

Those with physical impairments almost always have psychological issues, to varying degrees; the chronically ill or severely injured are not particularly strong-minded.

Normally, he could resist the dangers of his dreams, but now?

If he fell asleep now and the voices from the Desolate Road were waiting for him, who could assure he wouldn’t become another monster?

“It’s okay, trust me.”

Qiluo puffed up her cheeks, turning her back in the screen and started fiddling with the radio.

A second later, loud Anti-God Dao black metal rock blasted through the vehicle.

“Ching ching yi, ching ching yi~

Swallowing a pill for the intense rush, go on and have one last smoke!

The spirit and flesh separate in the high, I see the truth of the universe!

Gravity’s tentacles drag down the soul, corpses burn oil and fly!

Look at the stars and the earth, the traces of creating the world.

Silent Universe…

we are in the universe!”

The co-pilot, Chuyun Linai, jumped as if electrocuted: “What horrible music!

Change it!!”

“Sorry, I forgot Chuyun Linai is a witch.” Qiluo stuck out her tongue and switched to a traditional Federation tune.

Gongsun Ce was somewhat disappointed; he had to admit that the lead singer of the band wasn’t bad…

just the lyrics were really terrible.

The noise-like music made him feel somewhat better, and to stay conscious, he searched for conversation.

“By the way, Sister, have you been to Kuku Jili Town?”

Remarkably, Linai nodded.

“I’ve been there.

It’s a place without any life.

The town is full of vagrants; the unemployed drink in the streets even in the daytime, and the environment is poor—it was tough for me to adapt.”

You actually visited, huh?

Hard to imagine a high school girl…

who was a middle school girl three years ago…

traveling to such a place.

Noticing the young man’s perplexed gaze, the witch explained, “The uncle took me there!

It’s a bit like now; back then, the uncle and I sat in front, while Shiyu Lianyi laid in the backseat.

Now it’s you and I in the front, and Shiyu Ling in the back.” Linai smiled nostalgically, “Even the destination is the same, too coincidental, right?”

Gongsun Ce’s heart stirred.

The little witch had mentioned Mr.

Shiyu again.

From the sound of it, that guy had traveled with them before?

“So Mr.

Shiyu…

Indeed, he met you and Yan Qi on Zero Island?”