Chapter 209: Soul Tree and Rumang

Heras also felt that the male insect's behavior throughout the day was a little abnormal. He neither came to him to get close to him, nor came to play with him, nor did he say any inexplicable sticky words.

But he didn't say it.

Then he would make sure to give the other party some time to think. If he still didn't want to confess after this period of time, then he would have to take some coercive measures to ensure that Limp told the truth.

In case Limp was really in danger of something, all he had to do was understand and support him instead of making trouble.

The day when the donkey's lips did not agree with the horse's mouth finally passed, and Heras often found that Limp was not sincere in his words.

When night fell, the two insects had finished their dinner.

As if he had received some kind of pardon, Limp took off his coat and ran to throw it into another room, then returned to Heras, who was several rooms away.

My whole body feels relaxed and my steps become lighter.

"What's wrong with you today?" Heras noticed that he was different and asked.

"I……"

After thinking about it, Limp still felt unsafe, so he turned on the room's shielding device: "I saw the Insect Emperor today."

"You are going to the palace, right? Isn't he imprisoned in the palace?"

A trace of puzzlement flashed through Heras' mind. After all, he knew which research institute Limp was going to today, and Heras knew all of Limp's whereabouts clearly.

Both parties are aware of this matter.

The ring they exchanged at their wedding was still on Limp's hand, so it was hard for him not to know about it.

So the reason why Limp said this now was probably not because he had done something shameful and wanted to lie to him, but probably because there was some difficulty and he couldn't say it in the daytime?

"I didn't go to the palace. I was in a laboratory and saw Cain, whose body was possessed by the Insect Emperor."

Limp didn't know if there were any other monitoring devices of the Insect Emperor near him, so he could only finish his words quickly in the simplest language, hoping that the Insect Emperor had not made any second-hand preparations, or was not currently monitoring him during the eavesdropping period.

Otherwise, he might be forced to tear off this fig leaf in advance and let Heras start fighting with the Insect Emperor.

After Kain ascended the throne, he disappeared from the sight of the insects, disappointing the insects who were expecting him to do something big.

But at this time, he was able to show up in a research institute openly, which shows that this matter was planned in advance and he was waiting for this day.

"Why do you say that?" Heras did not question what he said.

Limp reviewed what he had seen and heard during the day.

"I don't understand. I don't know. He seems to be leaving the palace by occupying the bodies of other insects. Although on the surface he doesn't seem to be doing anything and is behaving himself in the palace, you don't know how many places he has appeared in."

"In order to make me obedient, he installed a wiretap on me, so I dare not talk to you during the day. I can only talk to you at night after throwing the wiretap out."

"Why can it be thrown out at night?"

"Perhaps because in the eyes of this Insect Emperor, reproducing offspring is more important than anything else. I said I wanted to have a baby with you, so he gave up the idea of ​​having me wear a bug at night."

Limp sighed and rolled up his sleeves.

"He also wanted to force me to swallow a seed-like..."

Limp wanted to take out the seed from his sleeve, so he pulled it and uttered a cry of surprise.

I couldn't pull it off and it hurt a little, like pulling my own ear.

The black particles are glittering and beautiful, not like ordinary things, and certainly not like something edible. Who knows what will happen if you swallow them?

If Kane were still alive, he would be able to recognize here that this seed is the one he swallowed before. It cannot be said to be similar, but it can only be said to be exactly the same.

Limp pulled his sleeve up with great effort and discovered what had happened to the tiny particle: it had taken root deeply in his flesh, like a real seed.

The blood vessels and meridians in Limp's body that were close to the seed had turned a little black, like the roots of a plant sinking into the soil.

Moreover, these roots are visibly growing thicker and stronger, gradually occupying every part of the body.

Heras's expression suddenly became serious.

"Don't move. How can this thing appear on a living insect?"

"What is this?"

"This is a secret recipe for using corpses to refine puppets. It's called the Soul Tree. When this seed grows into a towering tree in your body, the ownership of your body will completely belong to the controller of this seed."

The hairs on Limp's back stood up all of a sudden.

"I thought it would be fine as long as I didn't swallow it."

"You still think?"

Heras seemed to want to curse something, but because of Limp's pale face, he didn't say it out loud.

"Now let's go find some bugs to study this matter. Maybe the sword will be able to help."

"Is there nothing you can do?"

"Yes," Heras stared at the slow but steady growth of the seed and knew that Limp's spiritual power was indeed very abundant. "My method is to drain all the spiritual power from your body, and then dig out all the parts of you that are touched by its roots."

Limp shuddered violently and picked up the computer to contact the swordsman.