Chapter 468: Chapter 338: Flying Insects (Part 2)
The missions we undertake are always life-threatening, so we wouldn’t officially enlist him. But having more friends offers more paths; perhaps in the future, we’ll really have a chance to ask him for help.
If people don’t think in a certain direction, they might live quite comfortably. But once there’s suspicion, it’s like a thorn embedded in their heart.
Gu borrowed a mirror from Doctor Du after she woke up and looked left and right for a long time.
Doctor Du was a bit worried seeing him like this and asked what was wrong. Gu said it was nothing, and then returned the mirror to her.
I had a hypothesis I didn’t dare to voice, fearing it would upset Gu even more. When he glanced in the mirror back then, the face behind him indicated it was still outside his body. But this time, the patient of Room 37 was killed during possession, meaning that thing had already become one with him.
If that thing really is the Tomb Guardian Spirit Chen Qinghan spoke of, killing the original host and replacing it, then Gu might well be the Tomb Guardian Spirit taking center stage.
Of course, I’m just speculating casually, not necessarily true. So there’s no need to voice it out and make Gu uneasy.
No matter the case, I told him that thing saved his life, so he shouldn’t think negatively for now.
Chen Qinghan, as the team leader, led a group of old, weak, injured, and disabled through the perilous heart of the desert.
The return journey was more difficult than our initial trek, and we couldn’t speed up. Then there was the issue of food and water.
Gu, Miss Tang, and Mr. Tang all joined alone, without bringing food or water. Mike’s backpack was lost during his fight with the Evil Spirit.
Later, he went back to retrieve it but found it had fallen into a sewage ditch. No one knew what ’effects’ the water in this ditch had. Anyway, his food packaging was corroded with holes, and he dared not retrieve it to eat. He only picked out tools and weapons that hadn’t been corroded, cleaned them up to use.
The underground sewage ditch may harbor only centuries-old foul water, and the fact it hasn’t evaporated is pretty bizarre.
We were left with few provisions combined, mainly because the return journey was too slow.
The longer it took, the more food was consumed, so we could only ration our meals. But eating less resulted in reduced physical strength—especially for ordinary people like Miss Tang and Mr. Tang, who didn’t exercise regularly and didn’t even do simple workouts. Suddenly trekking through the desert, every step looked excruciating for them.
You can’t push carts in the desert. In the end, Mr. Tang was too exhausted to walk and had to be carried by Chen Qinghan.
Little Red was continuously tasked with carrying Gu, while Wang Le and Doctor Du supported Huang Zaijiang together. Mike, as the guide, always walked in front.
I took the rear, responsible for vigilance. The traces left by Bi Shi and them had completely vanished, buried under windswept sands, hiding their tire tracks, and even Mike couldn’t find signs of their camp.
They increasingly thought Bi Shi’s group was mysterious and unfathomable, capable of continuous motion in such harsh conditions, day and night.
While they discussed this, I could only complain inwardly, wondering whether these people represented true mastery or if they were even human.
But when they asked me what I thought, I couldn’t let an opportunity to criticize Bi Shi slide by. Just speaking of the leading ’demoness’ was akin to the Scorpion Demoness in Journey to the West, with strength and skills aplenty...
Everyone present had watched Journey to the West except Little Red. Even Mike had watched it; he read Huaxia’s four great classics and had seen TV adaptations of them.
He deemed it a fantasy genre; his daughter liked that type of movie, being a fan of the King of Golden Rulers.
Little Red hadn’t seen it, showing great curiosity, and kept asking me what the Scorpion Demoness was. I pulled out my phone; phones here generally had no signal, but mine’s primary function was entertainment, not communication.
I had a wide range of films and TV shows stored in it, from crime and rural dramas to renowned historical classics, all varieties included. I found the most classic edition of Journey to the West to play for it.
While carrying Gu and walking, it would watch the show with the phone. Gu knew it was a robot and wasn’t worried it would drop him due to multitasking, but others were somewhat concerned, reminding Little Red not to watch the phone while walking.
Little Red moved the phone to its left eye, freeing the right eye to pay attention to the ground and environment, and to maintain distance with other team members.
There were no mistakes throughout the day, and others stopped advising.
However, Gu reminded it that its body began to emit a smell, urging it to handle it discreetly when nobody was watching.
