Chapter 485: Chapter 344: Unexpected Pregnancy
Little Red arrived just in time. It’s a healing robot, and right now its role is stronger than ten Martial Arts masters.
Mike asked me what happened. He followed the normal route and couldn’t find me, only seeing the scattered insect bones. He noticed the bite marks on the bones belonged to a human, and they seemed fresh, so he worried I might have encountered danger.
Fortunately, he remembered I mentioned this sealed cave. If I were attacked at the insect bones, this was the nearest hiding place.
So he brought Little Red over to take a look, and sure enough, I was hiding here. He said Mr. Tang found out last night that Miss Tang was missing and insisted on going out to search, but was persuaded by Chen Qinghan.
Mr. Tang was adamant that Miss Tang had followed me out, but the others didn’t believe him. In the end, Mr. Tang had no choice but to reveal the reason for his conviction.
The result, naturally, was that no one believed him. When Mike mentioned Mr. Tang’s reason, his expression was like that of a materialist talking about ghosts. Not only did he not believe it, he found it amusing, "He actually suspects you are an alien here to destroy Earth, haha."
Little Red didn’t participate in our conversation. It was examining Miss Tang and Anna Jin in the cave. Mike said he would talk to Anna Jin after Little Red finished its examination.
"Miss Tang said the same thing. Although I quite enjoy watching the Alien series, I’m very sure they have no blood relation to me." I said seriously, but Mike laughed, surely thinking I was joking.
Mike said Mr. Tang had been trapped in the Ancient City for too long and was always fearful, inevitably becoming suspicious of people and things.
The immense combat power of Little Red and me ’frightened’ Mr. Tang. Of course, if it was only fear, it wouldn’t have led him to associate us with aliens.
Mike believed what Mr. Tang and the others were doing in the Ancient City was studying alien civilizations, surely mistaking core energy for alien energy.
I asked, what’s that got to do with me? I’m not one of those Big Heads, capable of using core energy to create illusions.
Mike chuckled and said Mr. Tang initially didn’t want to reveal the evidence he had, but Chen Qinghan said they wouldn’t send people out based on an unfounded suspicion, nor suspect their comrades with whom they’d gone through thick and thin.
Mr. Tang, to convince them to go out and find Miss Tang, revealed the matter that made him unwaveringly sure.
It turned out as Chen Qinghan and I guessed: the great insect’s blood is highly toxic. Mr. Tang and his group encountered an attack from flying insects when they occupied the Ancient City, suffering losses of many guards on their side.
They tried to use heavy weapons against the great insect, but it got away, escaping without a trace, and they couldn’t find where it went.
But they managed to injure it, and the blood from the wound splattered onto the guards. Everyone stained with the blood got poisoned, their bodies ulcerating and skin peeling off, and within a few minutes, their organs were completely decayed.
Mr. Tang was present at the time, witnessing it with his own eyes. The scene left a deep impression on him, so when he saw Little Red and me with the great insect’s blood on our faces but feeling no pain or itch, his shock was no less than a magnitude 9 earthquake.
Of course, just that wasn’t enough to convince him Little Red and I were aliens. He then secretly observed us, discovering that in this relentless desert heat, neither Little Red nor I ever sweated. Even though we pretended to be exhausted, our faces were never sunburnt, and our lips never chapped from lack of water.
The last point was he noticed I could communicate with some creatures—perhaps ’communicate’ isn’t quite accurate. I could ’understand’ their language.
These were Mr. Tang’s observations, not necessarily the truth, but not far off either.
There were plenty of living things in the desert, and after the Ancient City vanished, they seemed to lose any inhibition, becoming more active. Some creatures’ thoughts could be caught by me, and as I walked, I might suddenly turn my head to look somewhere.
The others didn’t get suspicious because of this. Everyone was constantly alert to their surroundings, like the whispers of the wind. Even if a lizard scurried past, we’d all glance at it.
But Mr. Tang said, I would occasionally smile or frown at those creatures, as if I could ’hear’ them saying something.
Their research team had stayed longer in the Ancient City than anyone else, knowing it had a power that could control minds. They were convinced this must be a spiritual power. Although they hadn’t found the Big Heads in the power room, they made some assumptions.
