Ninety-two little bugs
Yue Wu stood quietly in front of the bed window. A small ice-blue spider was lying on his shoes and crawling up his trouser leg.
From time to time, it would swing a spider silk, swaying on the shaky spider silk. A pale finger pinched the spider silk and carefully picked it up. Eight slender ice-blue spider legs hugged the pale fingertips and slowly crawled along the fingertips to Yue Wu's palm.
A crystal clear ice-blue spider wove a small web between Yue Wu's thumb and middle finger. It slowly crawled to the center of the web, curled up on it and did not move.
"Can he change back?"
Yue Wu said in a hoarse voice: "It's difficult."
The quasi-king insect has poured all its life's strength into Yue Wu's body, and now it is a great fortune to have turned into a small spider.
Sean sighed: "If there is a way, it would be great. Does he have his own consciousness now?"
Yue Wu looked at the little spider on the spider web in his palm, lowered his eyes and said, "There are a few, but not many."
Sean's face was solemn: "The power of the quasi-king insect has temporarily resisted the erosion, but what should we do in the future?"
There will always be a day when the power is completely eroded, and by that time there will not be another quasi-king insect foolish enough to sacrifice itself to save him.
Yue Wu closed his eyes, pursed his pale lips, and said after a long while: "Go to the Abyss Prison, and you must find the black box."
"By the way, where is Lan Xing? Why haven't I seen him since I woke up?" Yue Wu asked.
Fei Cha glanced at the door and said, "That kid said he was bored and insisted on going out for a walk."
Sean looked at the timer, frowned and said, "It doesn't take that long, nothing will happen, right?"
Fei Cha looked around and said, "Could it be that this kid left us to look for his guardian insect? But his small backpack is still here."
There is a small gray backpack hanging in the center of the spider web beside Yue Wu. This is the liner of the Blue Star backpack, which he never takes off.
"Why didn't he bring the bag? He must be sad. You two can go look for him later."
Yue Wu reached out and took the bag. There was a small iron sheet hanging on the bag with a line of small words engraved on it - Boss Yue Wu, thank you for your care these days. I have to leave first. There are things you want in the bag. Don't worry about me.
Yue Wu's heart tightened. He unzipped the special zipper and reached into the bag to take out the thing.
It was a black rectangular box. The pitch-black body swallowed up the surrounding light, making it look like a sudden black shadow appeared in the light.
An extremely sacred power came from the box, and the crazy and arrogant corrosive force in the body suddenly began to transcend the mundane, as if a ferocious beast was strangled by a more powerful hunter.
With such a majestic and divine power, there is no doubt about the answer. The box left by Blue Star is the thing that the quasi-king insects who have lured to the Dark Star have been trying so hard to get. But how could it be in the hands of a cub like Blue Star
Suddenly, a small ice-blue spider crawled onto the black box. It felt the warmth on the box and happily circled around the box.
Every quasi-king insect on the Gouchen Dark Star is suffering from the erosion of that power. These quasi-king insects have to devour more Zerg to replenish the energy of erosion. This is the reason for the fierce fighting between the quasi-king insects on the Gouchen Dark Star.
The ice-blue double-tailed spider once devoured three quasi-king insects and could have held on for a long time, but unfortunately he met Yue Wu.
"This box can only suppress, not eliminate. I must go to the Abyss Prison to find the answer and find out where this source comes from. Maybe this will give you a chance to recover."
The little spider lying on the box crawled back from the box to Yuewu's palm. It seemed to particularly like Yuewu's palm and stayed there quietly most of the time.
There is a dark sky in the distance and the ground underfoot is an icy cave. The sky in the underground city is always this dark and the color is always this gloomy.
Lan Ze passed through the passage connecting the dungeons filled with huge gears and entered a new dungeon.
The temperature underground is 7 degrees Celsius. The warm temperature makes this dungeon a little noisy. Ze opened his helmet, took off his cold-proof mask and breathed in the air here.
There was a musty smell mixed with the damp and cold. Lan Ze took two breaths and put on his cold-proof mask again, then walked slowly towards an insect nest.
While walking, I started to feel a slight itch around my neck and a dull ache in my back, especially around my shoulder blades, which gave me a pricking sensation from time to time.
This feeling is not unfamiliar, it is a sign of impending transformation.
Lan Ze estimated in his mind that he had already metamorphosed four times. According to the rules of the Zerg, the precursor time for the fifth metamorphosis would be half that of the fourth, which means there are still three months left.
Generally, the interval between Zerg metamorphosis is at least thirty to fifty years. It has not been a few months since Lan Ze's fourth metamorphosis, and his fifth metamorphosis is about to come. He is a little depressed, wondering what kind of weird physique he has.
Before his fourth transformation, his neck was always itchy, but he didn't take it seriously at the time. Who would have thought that this was a precursor to transformation? The more time went by, the more obvious the signs became, and the greater the danger became.
Lan Ze scratched his neck, and a thin layer of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.
This is the body's warning before transformation. It will disappear after a while, but it is uncomfortable enough. Lan Ze rubbed his shoulder blades and his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
He passed an insect nest where two tall female insects were talking about something with their heads down. Lan Ze walked past them expressionlessly and headed towards a huge insect nest in the distance.
He needed to find a place to stay tonight. He had some silver coins and food with him, so perhaps he could find a relatively comfortable place to stay.
The two female insects who were talking in low voices beside the insect nest suddenly stopped talking. One of the female insects moved her nose and exclaimed in surprise: "Why do I smell the scent of male insects?"
The other female insect sniffed carefully, and suddenly there was a faint sweet fragrance in the air, but after a while, the sweet smell disappeared.
"Some female insect must have gotten the male insect perfume."
"Male insect perfume doesn't smell this sweet."
The insect looked at its companion with disdain: "I haven't seen a male insect in hundreds of years. Everything you smell tastes sweet."
Lan Ze's neck was becoming more and more itchy. He scratched it all the way and slowly walked to the huge insect nest. Such a huge insect nest usually has a hotel. In this place with scarce materials, a piece of compressed nutrient powder biscuit can be exchanged for two nights of accommodation.
Lan Ze walked into the inn. The inn was pitch black, and the walls were made of black stones. There were iron plates with numbers written on them hanging on the walls. A tall female insect was sitting at the counter in the middle of the room. She was wearing a black linen suit, with a cigarette in her mouth and her collar open, revealing a large bronze chest.
The female insect holding a cigarette raised her head, her black hair slightly covering her deep and sharp eyes. She looked at Lan Ze for a while, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and said in a mellow and sexy voice: "Hey, a small insect cub, quite rare, blue-gold eyes are not common, and the eyelashes are quite long."
Lan Ze scratched his itchy neck and said in a muffled voice, "I want a better room."
The female insect with a cigarette in her mouth smiled and said, "The first ten rooms are all good rooms, seven silver coins a night, go get your own room."
Lan Ze also felt an itchy sensation on the back of his hands. He took off his winter gloves, shook his itchy fingers, and slowly took out ten silver coins from his backpack and placed them on the table.
The fingers are much thinner than those of the female insect. The white fingers have a hint of red on the fingertips, and the nails are also warm with a light pink color, and are trimmed very neatly.
The female insect stared at the hand and stopped smoking.
The little boy was holding the number plate with his head down, his long eyelashes trembling and a thin layer of sweat on his white forehead.
A faint sweet fragrance floated in the air. The female insect took a closer sniff and found it was the scent of a small male insect.