Chapter 15 First Missionary Work: "You need to offer gold to the great Lord..."
Chapter Fifteen
Du Yu's turbulent thoughts calmed down. Crossing two worlds is no easy task, and this place is just an illusion made of gray fog, not reality. We cannot draw such a conclusion so arbitrarily.
However, Chen Xingzhi's appearance is definitely related to the wasteland world.
This is the spirit world, a distorted projection of the material world, the source of extraordinary factors in the material world. The appearance of things similar to the wasteland world here is enough to prove that the novel's world and the wasteland world are deeply connected!
The pale green solution was extracted, the sample container was opened, and the sample named "Tianxin" was carefully placed on the instrument table next to it. Both heads were wearing helmet-like instruments, with more than a dozen wires at the top of the helmets connected to the instruments next to them.
"Alright, that's all for you here. Remember to take the sample containers with you; someone will take them away to destroy them after you leave."
Qin Liangping stared fascinated at the curves appearing on the screen beside him, then waved to the group with his back to them.
Old Cai glanced at Tianxin on the lab table, rubbed his hands together, and carefully considered his tone before speaking.
"drop--"
"Close your eyes!"
"Thump—"
A bright red line suddenly rose in the middle of the screen, and just as it reached the top, it abruptly dropped again, its direction changing erratically. Amidst the instrument's sharp warning beep, the red line darted around on the screen, vaguely forming a heart shape.
The moment that "heart" appeared, Chen Xingzhi's eye muscles stiffened, and he spoke decisively, but it was too late—
Standing beside "Tianxin," the white-robed researchers, including Qin Liangping, had their eyes glued to the screen as if they were magnetized. All of them raised their right hands in unison and plunged them into their chests, scooping out hearts that seemed to still be beating.
"No, it's impossible..."
Du Yu activated his "spiritual vision" the instant the anomaly began. The moment his heart was ripped out, the color of the fallen researchers deepened, changing from light gray to a dark gray that matched the surrounding environment.
As Qin Liangping murmured and fell backward, the heart he was holding in his right hand instantly turned a fiery red, burning intensely!
"Heart, heart!"
Among the remaining researchers, one pointed to the fallen corpse and stammered, "The gray moths ate their hearts!"
The moment the corpses fell, their hearts, which they had been clutching tightly in their right hands, turned into ashes that slowly crumbled into the air, like burnt-out wood.
Before the ashes disappeared, fist-sized gray moths flew out and circled the corpse seven times before swarming onto the test table, vying to squeeze into the cavity of Tianxin's "lower body," like a constantly writhing gray heart.
A researcher who dared to step forward exclaimed in surprise that the helmet used to detect data was not completely sealed; there was a transparent square strip on the face for observation.
Through the transparent material, Tianxin's eyes were closed, her face peaceful as if she were asleep, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up, as if she had eaten something very nourishing.
Old Cai felt a pang of anxiety, unsure whether to stay near the core of the dream. Chen Xingzhi, standing nearby, pulled out a notebook from his pocket and began writing furiously, seemingly forgetting all about them.
"Dr. Chen, what exactly is your research studying?"
You Shi jumped over the corpse on the ground, grabbed a pair of tweezers, lifted Qin Liangping's tightly closed eyelids, stared at them for a long time, and then jumped to Chen Xingzhi's side as if he had found a new toy.
Old Cai was startled by her actions. Xiao Ran, who knew her well, was even bolder and leaned her head over. After looking for a while, she even snatched the notebook from Chen Xing's hand!
"What are you doing?!"
Old Cai almost had a heart attack from the intern. In a deep dream filled with instant-death traps, offending such a high-level NPC who seemed to have an extraordinary background was no different from courting death.
Even committing suicide might lead to a more peaceful death!
Du Yu casually flipped through the notebook, but found nothing suspicious outside of the experimental records. Disappointed, he stuffed the notebook back into Chen Xingzhi's breast pocket.
Chen Xingzhi wasn't angry. She stared at her with those dead fish eyes, the whites of her eyes mostly white, for a while, then turned to another bold girl and asked a completely unrelated question:
Why do you call me Dr. Chen?
"My sister is so young, yet she manages such a large laboratory; she must have a very high level of education."
Chen Xingzhi pulled out his notebook, made a few casual corrections, and stood in front of the lab bench, past You Shi whose eyes were darting around.
She sized up Tianxin for a moment, then stuffed the notebook back into her pocket, tore open the plastic packaging, meticulously put on her rubber gloves, and suddenly said, "I don't like this title."
"Why?"
Yu Shi seemed to have no idea what emotional intelligence was. Lao Cai and his teammates quietly moved away from her, just in case blood splattered on them later.
The cat-whiskered face, now transformed back into a little girl, rested on Wenren Qiu's shoulder, and the black lines resembling whiskers on its face had diminished once more.
"Sizzle..."
The specially made glove was inserted into the clump of wriggling gray moths, and a sound like the corrosive effect of concentrated acid was heard from the contact surface.
The gloves corroded and tore in less than three seconds, followed by the disappearance of skin, blood vessels, and muscles... Chen Xingzhi remained expressionless, his shoulders slumped, and he pulled out a mass of flesh that was constantly writhing and dripping grayish-black corrosive liquid.
At the same time, a strange yet gentle voice, tinged with mockery, suddenly appeared:
"Because that would remind her of the past when stars were merely an accompaniment to the moon—am I right, dear Dr. Chen?"
The gray lump of flesh that had bulged in her chest was dug out. Tianxin's lower body twitched a few times as she raised her hands. One pale hand tightly gripped Chen Xingzhi's wrist, while the other hand skillfully patted her a few times to remove her helmet. The "person" then sat up, holding her head!
It was Tianxin speaking! Shen Xijing was so frightened by Tianxin's convulsions that she took several steps back.
But when she heard that gentle voice, as warm as a spring breeze and as comforting as a mother's whisper, she was momentarily dazed, her gaze involuntarily lifting to follow Tianxin's movements.
Shen Xijing watched as she slowly turned her head, smiled brightly, placed her arms over her heart, and made an outward embracing gesture. Her full lips trembled, and the tip of her bright red tongue was faintly visible...
The corners of her lips widened, and the woman's hand, which had been covering her heart, fell, revealing a dark red mouth. As those equally soft lips opened and closed, the light faded away, and the soft, gurgling sound of water, like the tide, eroded the beach of reason in the dim light... She heard her mother's voice again.
He is saying, come...
Come... let's explore this dreamlike paradise together...
Come... let us all enjoy this feast for the soul...
Come...to fall together into this endless land...
Shen Xijing stared blankly, her lips twitching involuntarily. Just as she was about to unconsciously utter those three sentences, a frenzied purple figure suddenly burst in, occupying her entire mental space.
The figure had no fixed shape, as if it had come from endless time and space. The surrounding space twisted and collapsed, and finally returned to the chaotic purple.
Shen Xijing found it difficult to describe that purple color; it was both sacred and twisted, both frenzied and peaceful, as light as burning wings and as bright as a dream just before dawn.
The moment that color appeared, it occupied the entire space without any reason or courtesy, leaving only the domineering purple in front of you!
A deafening, yet unsettlingly blissful, rumbling sound reverberated through the chaotic purple hue:
"If you don't want to die, repeat after me—'Time Traveler in the Eroding Rift'..."
"...The time traveler within the eroding fissures..."
"—The six-winged white dove that devours the riddles of time..."
"...a six-winged white dove that devours the riddles of time..."
"—Lord of the Listening, who hears from both ends, I beseech your protection! Protect this lost soul!"
The loud voice lacked the warmth of the mother's voice—no, the previous female voice—but it seemed to have a sobering effect amidst the shock to the soul.
Shen Xijing's mind suddenly cleared, and the mechanically repeating voice stopped. Even though she had only recently joined Cat Beard, once she regained her senses, she immediately remembered two voices asking her to recite words that were different in content but exactly the same in nature.
It is a prayer directed at an unknowable evil god!
The loud voice seemed to sense Shen Xijing's hesitation and surprisingly continued in a rather agreeable manner: "You don't have to recite it if you don't want to, but I can't stop that thing for long."
The loud voice even sounded somewhat regretful—Stop! Don't try to guess what the evil god is thinking! You'll go crazy!
Shen Xijing was on the verge of a breakdown... What did she do to deserve being sought after by two evil gods?
Shen Xijing didn't know how long she hesitated. After the frenzied purple finished speaking, it didn't urge her, as if giving itself time to process the words—Stop, Shen Xijing! Wake up! Gods don't have human emotions!
With no senior companions to ask questions at any time, Shen Xijing hurriedly looked up. The chaotic purple seemed to be shaken by some shock, and the edges became illusory and transparent. Without the purple cover, Shen Xijing seemed to be able to see those full and soft red lips again...
No, wake up! ...Compared to the forceful female voice, this purple color, which at least leaves room for consideration, seems better...Who knows if this is just an illusion, if there's no mother, no lips, if that purple color is deceiving...No, you're just an ordinary person; the gods wouldn't stoop to deceiving mortals...
Just moments before, Du Yu noticed a gap forming between Shen Xijing's soul and body. Seeing the vibrant pink color fade, he decisively chose to enter Shen Xijing's mental space and began to compete with that unknown entity for Shen Xijing!
At this moment, she seemed to be considerately keeping silent in front of Shen Xijing, but in reality, she was constantly burning her mental energy to block that crazy unknown existence!
Although she didn't know why her status seemed to be higher than the other party's, even if she was a little late, she could occupy Shen Xijing's mental space first and keep the other party out.
But she knew that even with her support, if Shen Xijing hesitated any longer, her fragile mental barrier would be breached!
Although she had a plan for the number of believers, she did not want to give up on Shen Xijing, a high-quality believer.
Just as Du Yu was wondering whether to add more fuel to the fire, she finally heard Shen Xijing's response:
"If, and I mean if, I were to receive the blessing of the Lord of Hearing, what would I need to give in return?"
Du Yu almost said she didn't want anything, but considering the common practices of this world, her brain raced and she came up with the contents of the sacrifice—
Shen Xijing regretted it almost the instant she said it, but as she looked at the other voice gradually becoming clearer in the air, her anxiety and tension instantly dispelled her regret, and perhaps even made her a little crazy.
She might really have gone mad; she was actually considering the evil god's promise. For her sister's sake, she had to live. As long as the sacrifice didn't involve anyone else, and she could leave alive, she was willing—
"You need to offer money to the great Lord!"
The loud, booming voice shattered Shen Xijing's plans. Her mind went blank for a moment, but the voice didn't give her time to react, urging her on:
"What are you hesitating for? Is your life more important or money? If you lose your life, where will you spend your money? If you're willing to offer a sacrifice, recite the last prayer! I'm telling you, having faith in the Lord who listens is really worthwhile..."
"...Lord of the Listening, who hears from both ends, I pray for your protection..."
Shen Xijing recited the last part of the prayer in a daze, and for a moment she wondered if this was also part of the evil god's manipulation of people's minds.
Otherwise, how could cult followers use such persuasive rhetoric as those frantic insurance salesmen? They're even more annoying than them! At least the insurance salesmen's voices don't make your head buzz!
Are you serious, you evil god?
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Author's Note: Dudu: ? We are a legitimate church. Please maintain a pure financial relationship between God and people, thank you.
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