AGTCTCC Chapter 41

Chapter 41 The Worm Hidden in the Main Star…

Chapter 41 The Worm Hidden in the Main Star…

At this moment, Planet C079 was filled with violence, rage, and slaughter. The entire planet seemed to be marinated in Spiritual Power, with intense residual Spiritual Power in every inch of its land.

The Polluted Entities all found corners to hide in, not daring to come out. On the planet’s surface, the formerly crazed meat sandwich-like unidentified creatures had all gone limp.

The only one who could be identified as humanoid was Xue Hu Su, but quickly, in the next second, he exploded.

The bandages wrapped around his body didn’t even have time to be untied, dyed with bright red, it was extremely beautiful.

Xiang Li staggered forward. Everything was quiet around him. Thinking of Qi Xiao’s “tearing out the heart with bare hands” action just now, his pale fingertips belatedly touched his chest.

Only when he felt the quiet movement under his hand did he remember that on the night he was with Chu Qi a few days ago, his heart had been crushed by him, and it probably hasn’t grown back yet.

Before the sneer at the corner of Xiang Li’s mouth could come out, he fell backward.

Xiang Li’s body had no cushioning at all, crashing down straight. The shattered glass from the fight just now covered the ground, all stabbing into his back, and even several pieces pierced the back of his head.

It hurts so much.

It hurts so much…

His consciousness became increasingly blurred. Xiang Li felt like he couldn’t muster any strength. The liquid slowly flowing from under him wasn’t bright red blood, but a pale black, thin liquid.

It’ll be fine after lying down for a while…

Xiang Li thought quietly, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, which was pale and not much better than his complexion.

Xiang Li mocked himself, but soon, a familiar face entered his sight. That face, which he hadn’t seen in a long time, was still handsome.

Seeing the upside-down face, Xiang Li’s eyes curved. He reached out, his arm like an ornament specially inlaid with glass shards.

Xiang Li: “Officer Chu, I have money.”

Chu Qi: “…”

Xiang Li: “Please save me.”

Chu Qi: “…”

Chu Qi’s face was cold. He reached out and grabbed Xiang Li’s restless hand, his lips pursed into a line. Maybe it was Xiang Li’s illusion, but Chu Qi’s eyes seemed red from this angle.

But before he could see clearly, Chu Qi knocked him unconscious. In the last second before passing out, Xiang Li thought through gritted teeth that he must have seen wrong.

Xiang Li: “…”

When Xiang Li opened his eyes again, a stream of cold liquid poured in first.

When he woke up, he was at Yan Zhou Ping’s house. The owner of the house was currently equipped with instruments, and one suction tube after another connected to Yan Zhou Ping’s limbs and torso.

Yan Zhou Ping didn’t seem to mind being like a terminal cancer patient at all, his expression calm as he looked at Xiang Li through a transparent glass.

The latter was currently locked inside a capsule filled with liquid, and like Yan Zhou Ping, he was connected to various tubes all around.

Glancing at Bai Yan in another capsule, his dark face wore a transparent respirator mask, covering his mouth and nose.

Xiang Li leaned forward, the resistance of the surrounding liquid making it almost impossible for him to exert any strength. He barely touched the glass cover in front of him.

He curled his fingers and tapped twice, drawing stroke by stroke on the glass with his index finger.

Horizontal, vertical, down-left, down-right…

Yan Zhou Ping watched quietly, and only after the last stroke fell did he slowly say, “I didn’t see Chu Qi.”

Xiang Li blinked, staring at Yan Zhou Ping’s moving lips, and finally remembered that he couldn’t hear right now.

He tapped the glass again, and a sudden headache made him close his eyes involuntarily, his brows furrowed, and his body swayed.

At the same time, a red triangular warning signal frantically popped up on an instrument next to him.

Yan Zhou Ping ignored the tubes inserted into his own body and pulled them out, leaving only one connected behind his back, and quickly walked to the instrument.

Xiang Li didn’t know what happened, he only felt that the surrounding liquid seemed to be changing, his consciousness blurred, and Chu Qi’s face flashed before him again before he fainted.

Tsk, annoying.

During the time that Xiang Li was unconscious, the Empire wasn’t idle either, and they really did manage to catch a worm-race spy.

The person was thin and small, a soldier in a very minor position, but it was estimated that the worm-race bloodline in him wasn’t pure enough, so his aura was very weak.

When he was caught, the person’s consciousness was blurred as if he was drunk, and he was trying to break into the main base after being absent from his post without permission, but was finally subdued.

During the examination, they discovered that his gene chains were different, and then they saw several spiky limbs and transparent thin wings growing out of the person’s body.

So now the Empire’s management were gathered together again.

Xing Qing Kun: “Is Chu Qi still not better?”

Shen Gui found his seat and sat down, laughing: “Well, old injuries relapsed, it’s quite serious this time.”

On the light panel on the table in front of him was the information of that worm-race person.

Fan Yuan Ying.

A malnourished, earthy yellow face, his height and weight also below standard, with prominent features, and a sharp, stingy appearance.

Shen Gui simply flipped through the written information, ending with the interrogation transcripts.

The worm-race person refused to say anything during the interrogation, only emphasizing: “Let that guy named Xiang Li come and talk to me!”

The high-level commanders’ incessant talking rang in his ears, but the topic gradually changed. After Shen Gui finished reading the information in his hand, he heard them mention Planet C079 again.

Shen Gui frowned tightly, looking at Fan Yuan Ying’s information in his hand, not understanding why they were dragging Xiang Li and the others into this again.

Although the relationship between humans and the worm-race wasn’t as bad as it used to be, where they would fight on sight, it certainly wasn’t good. But because of the existence of the Polluted Entities, nodding when they met was still acceptable.

Was the worm-race trying to tear this relationship apart and slam it on the table?

Shen Gui’s wandering thoughts were pulled back by the sound of Xing Qing Kun slamming a palm on the table. He looked up and met his gaze.

The wrinkles on the latter’s face seemed to have deepened a bit, and he simply stared at Shen Gui without saying anything. After two or three seconds, he moved his gaze away.

Several high-level officials around him were also staring at Shen Gui, somewhat confused. The latter lowered his head again, flipping through the information in front of him, and the others all looked away again.

Xing Qing Kun: “Since that worm-race person is unwilling to speak, then transmit the data to their king!”

Others: “There are only fifteen days left to attack Planet C079. Doesn’t he want to see that Xiang Li? Then tie him up and throw him in front of him when the time comes!”

“…”

Shen Gui didn’t say a word. He glanced at the empty seat across from him, where the nameplate was engraved with two words in light relief.

–Wu Zhen.

After the meeting, Shen Gui went to the interrogation room. Although the interrogation room was a bit better than a prison, there was no way to see the outside except for the door. Only from a specific room could you see inside from the outside.

Through a thick layer of glass, Xing Zi Mu sat quietly in a chair, his hands crossed on the table.

From Shen Gui’s angle, the other party was sitting up straight, and the Source Stone belt he wore around his waist all year round was gone, his clothes were loose, and his face was faintly bruised.

Shen Gui: “…”

The worm-race Fan Yuan Ying looked even more sallow in reality than in the photos, with a skinny, small figure. Possibly because he had been discovered, he didn’t even bother to pretend anymore. Thin wings were carried behind him, twitching from time to time.

As if sensing Shen Gui’s gaze, Fan Yuan Ying slowly turned his head towards him. The cold platinum metal bracelet on his wrist tightened, but he didn’t care at all.

A second and third eye grew out of his cheekbones… red and black, he tilted his head, several eyes staring unblinkingly at Shen Gui.

Shen Gui: “…”

What Xiang Li saw was such a taciturn Shen Gui. The other party seemed a little surprised when he saw Xiang Li wake up, but quickly reverted to his lonely self.

Xiang Li: “?”

He reached out and tapped the glass, and the other party connected his communicator to the light panel in Yan Zhou Ping’s house. A large area of text was immediately projected in front of Xiang Li.

Shen Gui: “What is your relationship with that Fan Yuan Ying?”

Xiang Li was currently clinging to the glass of the capsule, Yan Zhou Ping’s voice coming from the side.

“He has lost too much blood in his body, he can’t hear temporarily.”

Shen Gui spoke in a hoarse voice, rubbing his face. Although he didn’t quite understand how these two were connected.

Yan Zhou Ping continued Shen Gui’s previous words. “Who is this Fan Yuan Ying you were talking about?”

Shen Gui: “The worm hidden in the Main Star.”

Yan Zhou Ping lightly “ah”ed. Xiang Li, who had recovered some strength at this moment, tapped the glass, and a muffled sound came.

After seeing that they were both looking over, he drew stroke by stroke on the glass.

The glass in front of him scanned each of Xiang Li’s strokes, appearing in front of the three of them.

Shen Gui: “?”

He turned his head to look at Yan Zhou Ping next to him, who was sitting in a floating seat, the mechanical arms behind the back of the chair replacing his limbs.

Yan Zhou Ping: “He can speak, but the healing pod is full of liquid, and he can’t breathe as soon as he opens his mouth.”

Shen Gui: “…”

Is that the problem? Look at the writing, the writing! What the hell is he writing?

On the screen, a circle of reptiles automatically formed a row.

Magically, Shen Gui looked at what Xiang Li wrote, and although the slanting strokes and sweeping strokes were correct, how could he write something so inhuman!

The confused expression on his face was too severe, Xiang Li frowned in the healing pod and turned to stare at his writing.

Horizontal is horizontal, vertical is vertical, slanting is slanting, sweeping is sweeping, what’s the problem?

Yan Zhou Ping stared at the group of words for a while, and pressed the button on the side without hesitation.

The word group automatically analyzed, arranged, and combined, finally forming a group of barely readable words.

【#&*@Yuan Worm&#“”&, Don’t know.】

Xiang Li: “?”

Shen Gui and Yan Zhou Ping looked at each other, the former giving the latter a thumbs up in his heart, as expected of Old Yan.

But inwardly, he couldn’t help but complain, there are only six words, how can you write something that feels like an essay?

In contrast, the latter was much calmer.

Only Xiang Li was still staring at the line of words, suspecting that the light panel was broken.

Crack–

A sound of glass cracking came from the side.

The three of them looked over together. The healing pod containing Bai Yan had cracks at this moment, and the spider web-like cracks were still spreading rapidly, quickly covering the entire healing pod.

The person inside closed his eyes without noticing, and at the moment the glass shattered, all the liquid poured out.

Bai Yan’s entire black figure quickly burrowed into Shen Gui’s nearest shadow, and the edge of the shadow began to distort, like a menacing devil.

Yan Zhou Ping was not surprised, this was already the umpteenth healing pod that Bai Yan had destroyed.

The floating seat moved forward, Yan Zhou Ping checked Bai Yan’s last heart rate and Spiritual Power, and also looked at the liquid flowing on the ground, which had a much weaker Spiritual Power than the liquid in Xiang Li’s healing pod.

Yan Zhou Ping said lightly: “Let him go crazy in the shadows for a while.”

Xiang Li also slowly wrote.

[Fifteen days left.]