Who hid My Corpse!

Chapter 71: Fifty-Nine Truth_2

Then he walked toward his two colleagues.

This time, he did not stop nor speak, silently following them back to the Night Ravens’ headquarters.

However, they didn’t head directly to the dormitory but stopped in front of a special warehouse adjacent to it.

The Night Ravens’ leader stood still, turned to look at his two teammates, and asked, “Whose turn is it to contain them today?”

Another Night Raven replied, “Matthews.”

The leader turned to look at Ulu, hesitated for a moment, and then said, “Matthews, I know you’re not feeling very well today, but rules are rules. Containment must follow order, so it still has to be you.”

Ulu nodded, and then the leader took off his cloak and handed it to Matthews.

Hanging from the cloak were boxes, each containing “Holy Worms.”

“You don’t need me to remind you, just as usual, put them where they belong,” the leader patted Ulu on the shoulder, “and, don’t touch what you shouldn’t, you know.”

After handing over the key to Ulu, the leader left with another Night Raven.

Ulu, holding the key, looked up at the warehouse in front of him.

From the outside, it looked like a normal warehouse, but even Ulu could feel a slight surge of Spell emanating from it.

He knew, the truth Bai Wei spoke of was behind this door.

After taking several deep breaths, Ulu unlocked the warehouse door and immediately felt a chilly breeze with a hint of mustiness hit his face.

He inhaled deeply and walked inside.

The warehouse was large but poorly lit, only a few oil lamps on either side of the main path in the center provided just enough light to prevent one from being completely blind, but the darkness on either side of the main path was unsettling, shadows flickering in the corners as if hiding something ready to jump out at any moment.

Ulu walked alone on this main path, the warehouse so quiet he could only hear his own footsteps.

He had expected this silence to continue until he reached the truth Bai Wei wanted him to see.

Unexpectedly, it didn’t take long before he heard a faint “creak” sound coming from the depths of the warehouse.

Ulu was somewhat bewildered.

This sound,

he seemed to have heard it somewhere before.

Ah, in a dream.

In last night’s dream, he had heard it, but last night’s dream was a memory, which means…

Ulu unconsciously quickened his pace, his heavy boots echoing loudly in the empty warehouse.

He ignored the eerie-looking boxes around him and didn’t care where he was supposed to place the black bugs from his cloak; all Ulu wanted now was to find the source of the sound.

Then, he found himself standing before a sea of flowers.

…Flowers?

Seeing this sudden expanse of flowers before him, Ulu was bewildered.

How could there be flowers in a place where the sun couldn’t even reach, and such a large patch at that, seemingly cultivated intentionally?

While Ulu was pondering what exactly these flowers were, he again heard the “creak, creak,” sounding like cicadas calling.

He then remembered what he was looking for and immediately looked around, following the sound until he came to a table that was neatly stacked with hundreds of yellow boxes, somewhat similar but also different from the boxes in which the Night Ravens contained the “Holy Worms.”

And that “creaking” sound was coming from one of these boxes.

Ulu instinctively raised his hand to open the box.

But he quickly remembered something, and his hand froze.

Because the last time he opened such an eerie-looking box, it contained Visas’ finger, the same one he now held in his hand.

That finger nearly cost him half his life.

So now…

Ulu’s mind raced with strange thoughts, but he quickly realized he was just very nervous, his heart pounding like a fierce drum.

Eventually, he reached out, opened the box.

With a “click.”

As the box opened, the “creaking” sound grew louder, and Ulu saw the source of the sound—a dark insect, slightly different from the Holy Worms but just as ugly.

It had wings like a cicada and next to it lay a broken cocoon, seemingly just hatched not long ago.

Now, it was making that “creak, creak” sound at Ulu.

At that moment, Ulu was stunned.

He had seen this insect before.

During that summer, twenty years ago.

…

“Mom, I just saw a really strange insect.”

“What’s strange about it?”

“It’s chirping like a cicada, but it seems different from a cicada… I’m going to catch it and show you!”

“No, Ulu. You’re not even sure if it’s a pest, and it hasn’t bothered you, so why would you want to catch it?”

Even after so many years, Ulu could not forget that face, pale from illness but very serious.

“Be a kind child, Ulu.”

His mother had said.

…

As Ulu was lost in his memories, the insect moved.

It spread its underdeveloped wings and limped into flight slowly, like a bee searching for flowers. Ulu watched it fly into the field of flowers and settle down.

But it did not land on the flowers but in the soil.

Then, its frail wings detached, and its body quickly grew larger, transforming into a long worm.

It swam through the vast soil like a fish entering the sea, appearing very vital.

Yet in stark contrast were the flowers.

The flowers were wilting at a visible rate.

Wherever the long worm burrowed, swaths of flowers fell.

Just like twenty years ago, when crops had died overnight.

At that moment, Ulu understood everything.

He collapsed on the ground, watching the rapidly withering field of flowers, and instinctively reached out his hand trying to grasp something, but he couldn’t catch anything.

A huge and fierce emotion surged inside him.

It made him want to scream.

But he couldn’t make a sound, as if his ability to speak had been taken away. Despite exerting all his strength, he could only utter incomprehensible whimpers.

Other than despair, nothing could be heard.

“This is the second part of the ‘God Chosen Plan’,” Bai Wei’s voice slowly sounded, “In Somo City, they need a certain level of ‘meticulous selection’ to avoid choosing some unintended people. But outside Somo City, they don’t need such ‘gentle’ methods. They can be more direct, as you see.”

Ulu was panting heavily but still unable to make any sound.

He felt like someone pressed into deep water, trying to breathe and thereby struggling increasingly, only to suffocate more.

“In Somo City, they select valuable targets, either those who have ‘seeds’ that can enter the Church or widows who have considerable wealth but no heirs. They prepare a long and meticulous death for these people, taking over their inheritance without leaving any flaws,” continued Bai Wei’s voice in Ulu’s mind.

“But outside Somo City, they don’t need to. They just create one ‘natural disaster’ after another, allowing their targets to die off in groups. But even so, they ensure not to kill everyone and can even preserve the ‘seeds’ they want. You probably know what their method is, don’t you?”

Ulu’s body trembled continuously. He wanted Bai Wei to shut up, but he still couldn’t make a sound.

“They just need to give each household a minimum ration of food, then the ones who survive will definitely be children, the ‘seeds’ they want.”

“As for why.”

“Because no mother,” he paused and then whispered softly, “would watch her own child starve to death.”

At that moment, Ulu finally crossed that point.

He let out a scream he had never emitted before.

Despair, pain, madness.

All mixed together, consuming his last bit of rationality, causing him to charge like a wild beast into the rapidly dying field of flowers and frantically dig like a wild dog.

He wanted to find that worm.

That one,

the worm he should have killed twenty years ago.