Chapter 88

There was still some distance, but Du Qian was already dumbfounded. No matter the direction or speed, it seemed to be heading straight for him. This made no sense; there was plenty of food, at least a hundred people, so why would he be so attractive that even the lightning spider couldn't resist him?

No matter how many questions Du Qian had in his mind, he still gathered his spirit and prepared to face the challenge. Twenty minutes, a boundary between life and death, as long as he could hold on.

Damn it, to hell with it, I don't want to live anymore.

It wasn't until the larva rushed to him that Du Qian reacted. At that moment, he felt like he was about to collapse.

What a disgusting guy, really disgusting. He had calculated one thing but not the other. The idea of perfect planning had nothing to do with him. He had been tricked, and this was really a trick.

It's over, I'm dead. Du Qian's vision went black, and countless stars danced before his eyes.

A single spirit transformation could last thirty seconds, and twenty minutes required forty spirit transformations. Du Qian, being extra cautious, took fifty spirit transformations, plus the ten given by the disgusting guy, making it a total of sixty. This was already one and a half times his calculated result, and it should have been enough.

But damn it, he hadn't calculated that two larvae would come at once.

Even if Du Qian had always scored zero in math exams, he wouldn't have been able to figure this out in half a second. No matter how hard he tried, sixty spirit transformations wouldn't last until his body regained sensation.

Du Qian calculated a fairly accurate time, but the answer seemed to flash with three big words: "I'm dead."

The stars shifted, and Du Qian couldn't see the spider larvae or know where he was. In a daze, he saw the three nebulae again. This couldn't be an illusion, could it?

One of the nebulae started moving, different from the previous times. This time, the entire nebula was rotating. In the mental space, Du Qian lost his sense of time and space.

The nebula slowly approached, rotating and drifting from afar. Du Qian had entered this mental space many times, though he never knew what it was, he could always feel something.

For example, the nebula on the left was still rotating in its original place. It had helped him design his first spirit weapon, the spirit spear.

The nebula moving towards him had helped Du Qian more often, calculating new ways to split and combine spirit components, and reading the holy symbols. In the past month, this nebula had been the most helpful to Du Qian.

As for the nebula in the middle, it had never moved, and Du Qian didn't know its purpose. In the black space, the mysterious nebula, Du Qian had been trying to figure out its origin, but had no clues.

However, Du Qian had his own way of categorizing and studying, leading to some simple and rough conclusions, which might not be accurate but at least helped him distinguish them.

The nebula on the left was related to combat power. The nebula on the right was related to spirit symbols.

The nebula in the middle, well, it had never moved, so Du Qian couldn't even guess.

The nebula on the right finally moved over, and Du Qian felt a shiver. Something connected to his body.

No, it wasn't exactly connecting to his body, maybe it was connecting to the spirit pool or the newly polished spirit spearhead.

Well, these descriptions weren't accurate. After about half a minute, Du Qian had a new idea. The nebula seemed to combine with his entire body, neither spirit energy nor flesh, but a combination of both.

Or perhaps, it combined with Du Qian's soul.

Du Qian really didn't know how to describe it. It was as if it combined with the entire Du Qian, yes, the entire Du Qian.

It kept rotating, both his body and consciousness. The nebula kept appearing and disappearing, creating a strange feeling, like sitting on a spinning chair, with the surroundings flickering in and out of sight.

"Ah!" Du Qian screamed in pain. Something pierced him, followed by a powerful suction, pulling at his flesh, energy, and even his soul.

At this moment, Du Qian snapped out of his confusion. He couldn't see anything, but he guessed the pain came from outside. If he was right, the spider larvae had a tube that pierced his body.

What the hell, the spider larvae should have sucked the spirit transformations first. Compared to the spirit transformations, the energy in his body was negligible and should have had little attraction to the larvae.

Du Qian's heart sank. In the mental space, he had lost his sense of time. Had it been a long time, at least more than ten minutes?

The spider larvae had already sucked all the spirit transformations and were now targeting him.

"Ugh!" Du Qian groaned. The second wave of pain came, like a heart-wrenching stab. This was the second spider larva.

Another suction came, and Du Qian knew he was done. Both suctions were strong, and his spirit and flesh, especially the spirit energy, were gushing out like a fountain. At this rate, he wouldn't last two minutes before being drained dry.

Indeed, human plans are inferior to fate. Du Qian sighed inwardly, feeling a bit reluctant but also thinking it didn't matter much.

His parents had passed away early, and he had no close relatives. His aunt was a blood relative, but due to marriage, they rarely saw each other. Including his cousin, they had met only a few times in ten years.

Du Qian knew they cared about him, but what could he do? People are like that. If they can't be together often, even close relatives like father and son might not have much affection, let alone distant relatives.

In comparison, classmates like Lei Ming and Yao Jing were more vivid and real, but they weren't truly blood-related.

Ha ha, so this is what death feels like. A bit painful, a bit disappointing, but actually not much.

War orphans have never been afraid of death.

Perhaps what truly made Du Qian regretful was that he was still young.

Another pain. Damn it, even in death, he couldn't die peacefully. The third larva had also come. He was so handsome that even in death, he couldn't die easily.

A surging force suddenly rushed into his body. Du Qian couldn't describe the feeling; it was like a blood transfusion, but much more intense.

Before Du Qian could figure it out, a second force rushed into his body from another position.

At this moment, Du Qian was like a body with four tubes, two constantly drawing water out and the other two constantly pumping water in.

Realizing his situation, Du Qian was almost in tears. If a teacher appeared at this moment, calculating the speed of the water being drawn and pumped, and when his body would be drained or filled, it would be more comforting.

Damn it, is this what it means to die miserably? I haven't done anything wrong, just a bit too handsome.

Apart from constantly imagining himself as very handsome, Du Qian didn't know what else to think. Even encountering such a situation, could there be anything stranger in the world?

Steadying his mind, Du Qian sensed the positions of the suction and the pumping, as well as the state of his body. After an unknown amount of time, an abstract, three-dimensional image composed of lines appeared in his mind.

This extremely abstract line didn't look like a human body but more like an ellipse. Du Qian couldn't say exactly what it looked like, but it was definitely himself.

Well, if he had to compare it to something, it was somewhat similar to the spirit symbol used by the association.

Actually, from the lines alone, there weren't many similarities, but Du Qian stubbornly believed they were very similar.

Two spider larvae were attached to the line-composed body, also abstract three-dimensional figures. Du Qian immediately recognized them as the spider larvae.

They were weakly and desperately sucking, seemingly very weak, with their compound eyes filled with despair. The lines were colorless, but Du Qian stubbornly believed that the four spider compound eyes were redder than a rabbit's.

At the positions where the spiders were attached to his body, they were constantly drawing out and pumping in. His body, with the two spider larvae attached, kept rotating.

Damn it, what the hell is going on?

The lines, the pumping, the energy exchange. Du Qian could recognize himself, the larvae, the drawing and pumping, and the rotation, but he couldn't understand what was happening.

The suction became weaker, and the pumping also weakened. Suddenly, the darkness cleared, and his consciousness returned to reality.

Plop, plop. The two spider larvae on Du Qian's body slid off and fell to the ground with a slight sound.

Du Qian saw that the second batch of larvae had already hatched and were crawling towards the food.

Feeling his limbs, thank goodness, his hands and feet had regained sensation. He quickly got up from the ground, not bothering to recover, and rushed towards the disgusting guy.

War orphans repay kindness and revenge. The disgusting guy's plan wasn't great, but it was theoretically feasible. The problem couldn't be entirely blamed on him; who could have predicted such a change?

Moreover, Du Qian had a feeling that he had turned a disaster into a blessing. Without measuring, he could feel that his combat power had increased significantly.

I tear!

No, the spider silk was incredibly strong and carried a strong electric current, making it impossible to tear. The second batch of larvae, numbering in the hundreds, had weak combat power but were still spirit beasts. Du Qian didn't want to fight them to the death.

Picking up the disgusting guy, he turned and ran, grabbing the woman along the way. Finally, he saw her face.

Beautiful, seductive, tempting.

This was definitely a face that made anyone want to approach.

The "bodyguard" woman moaned, making Du Qian's bones turn to jelly. This was an unconscious moan, but if she were to intentionally seduce him, Du Qian was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back and would surrender on the spot. To be continued.