HCB Chapter 276 The Perfect Body
Chapter 276 The Perfect Body
Chapter 276 The Perfect Body
Shen Qingqing was slightly taken aback, but did not reply.
On the one hand, she is an atheist and would not believe in those vague and unfounded legends.
On the other hand, this is not Earth; she was a transmigrator, forcibly dragged into another dimension by external forces.
So she was conflicted.
However, Gatana didn't give her much time to think. Instead, he leaned forward, closed his eyes, looked up, and let the sunlight fall on his long eyelashes as he slowly spoke:
“I saw this notebook during my exile, but not on King Star, but in the Fourth Star System.”
It was the fourth star system again. Shen Qingqing felt a sudden pain in her temples. Countless past memories flooded her mind like a tidal wave, causing her head to ache and her vision to go black.
She bit her hand tightly to avoid letting out a cry of pain, and forced herself not to think about things she shouldn't think about, which eased the pain a little.
The fourth galaxy, yet another fourth galaxy.
"Please continue." Only after the piercing, dizzying buzzing in her head gradually subsided did she signal to continue.
Gatana pointed out the characteristics of the notebook and gave a brief account of its contents.
"If I'm not mistaken, it should contain things about the history of the Zerg and related to the origin of life. Logically speaking, this notebook doesn't contain anything of value and shouldn't be in the temple."
"You're wrong. The origins of the Zerg only make up a small part of the content," Shen Qingqing thought to herself, seriously doubting whether he had actually read the notebook back then.
However, she did not make a fuss, nor did she reveal what she had seen in the notes.
She didn't mention anything about the Insect Mother, but instead tacitly followed his lead and asked, "You said the notebook was found in the temple? Where exactly is the temple located? Is there anything strange about its layout?"
“Hehe, Queen Insect, there’s no need to be in such a hurry. After all… that temple is alive.” Gatana squinted his eyes, which were already blind, and said with a smile.
"Live?"
Gatana nodded. "Yes, that temple is alive. I entered it by chance and saw the notes."
Recalling what he had seen earlier, he unconsciously placed his hand over his eyes.
It was there, inside "He," that those eyes saw something they shouldn't have seen...
She immediately lowered her head, concealing most of her face with her long, gray hair, her voice deep and unreadable.
"The time, place, and circumstances of the temple's appearance are all unpredictable. It may be in the fourth star system one second, and it may appear in some unknown corner of the upper star system the next moment."
"Without a fixed location, and with no discernible pattern to their appearance or state, these are things that cannot be explored by humans, and even the most advanced search equipment of the Zerg cannot find any trace of them."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qingqing's eyes flickered slightly. "So, you're exchanging other powers for this?"
Before he could answer, she added, "You know, without an equivalent exchange, this transaction could never go on."
If it weren't for this notebook, they should never have met again.
Gatana swallowed almost imperceptibly, his fingers curling slightly—a sign of anxiety. Shen Qingqing observed his subtle movements and made her guess.
In a daze, Gatana seemed to see a figure with black hair and black eyes in that darkness.
"Still as clever and quick-witted as ever..."
He murmured, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if in resignation or a sign of defeat:
"Compared to you, I am not entirely useless."
"tell me the story."
"You must have seen the six-winged red worm..."
……
The conversation lasted a long time, from bright sunshine to twinkling stars, from a gentle breeze to a chill in the air, as they gradually revealed their true intentions and engaged in an equal exchange.
The connection between the temple, the six-winged red worm, and the god's notebook was finally confirmed.
"So it seems that the temple enshrines the six-winged red worm, the symbol I saw on the back of the mural, and that notebook is the 'sacred relic' that appeared in the temple. According to Gatana, if he wasn't lying, then anyone who has read the notebook will be 'condemned'—well, they'll be blind..."
"But I didn't react at all when I looked at it, so my initial judgment is that the notebook only works on people other than the Insect Queen... Also, what I saw was different from what he saw, which means that the contents of the notebook will change depending on the reader..."
On the dim silver candlestick, a drop of wax slid down the pale yellow candle body, leaving a trail.
Shen Qingqing picked up her quill pen and filled the paper on the table with her thoughts.
She would occasionally dip the tip of her pen in black ink and then write on the white paper, sometimes resting her chin on her hand as if deep in thought.
“Something feels off. The temple is alive, so why would it hide the notes? And what is the relationship between the temple and the six-winged red worm—one of worshipper and the other worshipped? How do they coexist…”
"There are many suspicious points here, write them down."
The soft rustling of pen nibs scratching paper drifted by, accompanied by occasional whispers, while the dim candlelight illuminated a perfect profile with gentle features.
Shen Qingqing stretched out a big yawn, leaned back wearily in the high-backed chair, and was half asleep.
Just as she drifted off to sleep, the candle in front of her, which had long since gone out, suddenly reignited. But now, under the light of the rekindled flame, in addition to the shadows of the table, chairs, and Shen Qingqing, a tall figure appeared on the wall.
The white-haired man raised his hand and lightly waved it in front of Shen Qingqing's drooping head as she slept soundly, his scarlet eyes filled with pity.
Countless six-winged red insects fluttered their thin, light red wings and flew out from the wide sleeves, landing on the table, the papers, and on Shen Qingqing.
The red worms twitched their antennae, touching one after another as if they were exchanging information.
The white-haired, red-eyed man stood still for a long time before his body stirred.
Beneath pure white eyelashes were a pair of emotionless crimson eyes, which evoked a sacred sense of compassion for humanity, yet transformed into a devilish allure that tempted people to fall into hell when the candlelight went out.
The candlelight was extinguished by the red worms, and the scarlet eyes radiated contempt in the darkness.
My body is too small to fully contain my divinity.
Having said that, he bent down and sniffed Shen Qingqing's neck, his eyes revealing appreciation:
But I've changed my mind now.
Your body is truly perfect.
……
As night deepened, the countless red worms gradually disappeared from their original spot, along with the Red God, leaving no trace.