Chapter 72 Millicent’s Hero

Author: Crowtopia

Chapter 72 Millicent’s Hero

Gewei's wooden house, Gewei is connected to the consciousness of the insect swarm and shares information with the insect swarm.

They communicate in a way that is difficult for ordinary people to understand:

"That man has killed a lot of us bugs."

"It doesn't matter, the individual loss doesn't matter, as long as he can gain Millicent's trust." Gewei said, "Those stupid bugs worship Millicent's corruption as a god, it's ridiculous - too

What a waste of this finest bud.”

"Let that person save Millicent, let him become Millicent's hero, and then let him cause Millicent's despair, induce her to bloom the most beautiful flower of scarlet corruption, and become the most fertile hotbed of scarlet corruption..."

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Millicent slowly opened her eyes and looked at the familiar church, but she felt strange.

There was no nightmare, no scarlet squirming pain. Millicent couldn't help but recall, how long had it been since she woke up so peacefully?

A line of tears silently flowed from the corners of her eyes.

The man didn't lie to him.

Millicent thought of Wuming's heroic words about curing corruption, and of her solemnity and solemnity in agreeing to become an experimental subject.

Wuming grew taller and taller in her heart.

As tall and majestic as a hero.

She looked at her severed right hand, which was sealed by a pool of translucent gel. The blood was no longer flowing, and there was no trace of scarlet.

Millicent stood up and found that her original travel clothes had been changed. She was now wearing a simple and plain white dress, which was light, soft, breathable and refreshing.

"This is..." Millicent was surprised.

"Hey, are you awake?" Wuming sat opposite Millicent, setting up a fire and cooking something in a pot.

Wuming noticed Millicent looking at her clothes:

"Your body was stained with a lot of scarlet corruption. I burned it and made a new one for you. You're welcome. My name is Wu Ming. I do good deeds without leaving a name."

Millicent looked at the clothes on her body, as if thinking of something, she blushed and said:

"Thank you. I didn't expect it to be really useful. The scarlet corruption in my body no longer squirms, and I don't have nightmares anymore."

"Of course it works. I saw the original owner of the golden needle using it with my own eyes." Wuming said.

"The golden needle originally had an owner?" Millicent froze, "What about the original owner?"

"It's okay, we have a fair deal and he won't have any use for it," Wuming said.

"That's good..." Millicent breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you hungry?" Wuming said, "Come and have something to eat. The meal has just been prepared."

Wuming dug out a clod of earth from the campfire.

He knocked away the clods of soil to reveal the flesh inside.

The aroma immediately overflowed from the gap, arousing Millicent's hunger.

She had indeed not eaten for a long time and had been lying in the church waiting to die.

"Thank you..." Millicent sat next to the campfire, took the piece of meat, chewed it in small bites, chewing it slowly, without opening her mouth while chewing.

Wuming held up his face and stared at Millicent.

Millicent noticed Wuming's gaze and hid her face behind her flesh: "What's the matter?"

"You are a good person," Wuming said, "very kind."

Millicent was at a loss and didn't know why Wuming said this.

Wuming said in a muffled voice: "Kindness means that when others are hungry, don't you eat meat and smack your lips."

Millicent immediately realized what Wuming meant:

"You haven't eaten yet?"

She quickly handed the meat to Wuming.

Wuming took the meat calmly: "Yes, now in addition to being kind, you also have thoughtful etiquette."

He pointed to the pot on the fire:

"There's also soup, you're welcome."

Millicent lifted the big jug obediently and took a few sips of the soup.

The soup tasted very fresh, or rather a little too fresh... so fresh that it had a fishy smell, so fresh that it felt like something was slapping her mouth and squirming in her mouth.

Millicent looked at the pot of soup doubtfully.

The soup base appears red.

red……

Millicent quickly put it down and looked at Wuming.

In just a few mouthfuls of soup, Wuming had finished chewing the meat, put down his face protector, and smacked his lips with satisfaction.

He looked at Millicent: "How does the soup taste?"

Millicent clutched her chest and felt like vomiting:

"What is this soup made of?"

"Just the red mushrooms that can be seen everywhere in Galid."

Millicent immediately vomited.

"What's wrong? Does it taste bad? Or is the corruption in the body surging again?" Wuming asked.

Millicent covered her mouth:

"This is a fungus born from corruption!"

"I know." Wuming said.

Millicent stared blankly at Wuming, the soup dripping from the corner of her mouth and drawing a graceful arc along her chin.

Wuming said: "Have you forgotten what you promised me?"

Millicent thought about her will when she was unconscious, her promise——

"I want to be your experiment, and I want to be your blade."

"That's right, so it doesn't matter whether it's a rotten mushroom or not. What's important is my question -" Wuming repeated the question seriously, "Is the corruption in your body surging again? Doesn't it taste good?"

"No rush, just nausea," Millicent said.

"A side effect of scarlet corruption?"

"No, it has nothing to do with corruption..."

"Is it because of the taste?" Wuming asked, "It tastes bad?"

"Although it does taste bad - what does this have to do with taste?" Millicent wondered.

"There are mushrooms like this all over Galid, so of course I have to find a way to make use of them." Wuming said, "If these mushrooms are edible, I don't have to worry about food."

Wuming asked Millicent: "What exactly does it taste bad? Is it too salty? Is it too fishy? Or is it not cooked enough?"

Millicent described the taste to Wuming, who thought for a moment, added various spices to the jar, and started cooking over high heat.

"So this experiment also includes tasting food?" Millicent asked.

"Of course." Wuming said, "You have a very good constitution, and you have golden needles, so you are the best candidate to taste the food. What to do if others taste it and get poisoned? How inhumane."

Millicent Wuming didn't shy away from grabbing the mushrooms with her hands, and recalled Wuming's direct contact with corruption:

"You don't seem to be afraid of corruption?"

"Corruption can't help me." Wuming said, "I can soak in the Ionian swamps for a year without being poisoned."

"It's amazing..." Millicent said, "Then why don't you try it yourself?"

"I can't taste it." Wuming said, "The meals I can cook are all made by trial and error with other people's tongues. You are honored to be the taster of new dishes. You don't need to be

What a sharp edge, become my tongue."

Saying that, Wuming handed the new soup to Millicent.

Millicent swallowed, not knowing how to face this pot of soup.

She suddenly felt that the promise of being a guinea pig was not so tragic.

But a promise is a promise, and Millicent drank the soup with her eyes closed.

After waiting for Millicent to drink until her belly became round, Wuming tried out a good formula.
To be continued...