What was the so-called 'queen'?
Both of them stood on the slope and did not move for a few seconds. When the mist gradually dispersed, the pungent smell that had not completely dissipated brushed their noses. The light from the sky dyed their vision green. In the faraway depression, the shadow that was like a small mountain was covered in a mottled, gray color, as if it had been covered with countless tiny patches.
"Should we go and have a look?" Lin Sanjiu asked softly, her gaze never leaving the hill.
It stood silently in her field of vision, just like the hometown that she had not seen for many years in her memory. It made her eyes sting a little bit, and she wanted to crawl at its feet and tell it every story that happened after she left home.
The feeling was obviously not unique to her.
Silvan pursed his lips tightly. He was probably fighting against another will in his body, but his eyes were watery, like the surface of a lake in the forest that was being blown by the wind. He did not answer for a moment. After a long while, he finally said in a hoarse voice, "… I think we should go and see what's going on, but I didn't dare to believe my own judgment just now. I repeatedly fought against this idea several times."
"Me too … What do you think now?"
"I still think we should go," Silvan looked at her. Silvan glanced at her. The sunlight reflected in his emerald pupils, revealing a translucent, pale green. "Unless you have a better idea?"
She did not.
Searching for Meme aimlessly was just a waste of time. Since the source of everything was right in front of them, why should they not go?
Was the idea that she came up with after thinking about it, or was she just pretending to think about it to give herself an excuse to get close to the hill? She did not know.
Even though Lin Sanjiu could not hear Mrs. Manas's reply, she still gave her a brief explanation before walking down the slope with Silvan. The two of them walked past the corpses on the ground, trying their best not to step into the mud-like rotten flesh. As the stench grew thicker, they slowly approached the bottom of the bottomland.
Along the way, they did not see Meme.
After walking for a long time, the ground finally stopped tilting downwards and spread out into the distance. When they arrived not far from the gigantic object, the stench in the air was so thick that it was almost tangible. It slowly flowed into their nostrils and trachea, making them feel nauseous.
The two of them raised their heads with pale faces, their bodies trembling slightly. For a moment, neither of them spoke. When they finally suppressed the urge to pounce on him, Silvan glanced at her and said without opening his mouth, "... This is not going to be easy."
When he opened his mouth, he could taste the taste of a corpse on his tongue. Lin Sanjiu did the same thing. She opened her mouth a little and replied, "I didn't expect this. I thought the queen was here."
After saying that, she couldn't help but look up again.
On the "hill" in front of the two of them, there were many pairs of black soles covered in dust sticking out. From afar, they looked like pairs of black mushrooms that grew out of the hill. Countless feet extended all the way up until they reached the end of the hill. Only then could they vaguely see the legs of the corpses. These people must have pounced on them in the same posture when they were alive. All of their heads and legs were facing the same direction. The corpses were piled together so tightly that it was hard to distinguish their shapes. Only their clothes of different colors could be vaguely seen.
Under the hill of corpses, the crawling backs were even more densely packed. There was not even enough space for a hand to squeeze between the corpses.
The two of them had no choice but to suppress their nausea and push aside the corpses in front of them. They forcefully dug out a path. With such a large number of corpses piled up here for at least ten years, the moment they moved, the dust, torn clothes, black flocs from the corpses, bone shards … and all sorts of unknown filth flew into the air. When Lin Sanjiu finally reached the foot of the mountain of corpses with her hands covering her nose and mouth, Lin Sanjiu lowered her head and saw a lock of a dead man's hair tangled around her boots. She gulped at the sight of it.
"Judging from the degree of decomposition of the corpses, the people in this hill of corpses should be the first to arrive in Shambhala."
With his hand covering his mouth, Silvan's voice sounded muffled, "Batch after batch of people, just like us, couldn't resist the urge to throw themselves at this place … Until there was no more space here. The people who came later had to surround it and crawl on the ground."
"At the bottom of this hill of corpses …" Lin Sanjiu said softly as she imagined the scene from the beginning, "is the queen, right?"
"Yes, I think it should be the same as those black things just now, living underground. Look at the people who were attracted here, they would stick their faces to the ground … That way, it would be easier for the queen to crawl into their faces. "
"Then, Meme …"
"I don't know where he is," Silvan said without waiting for her to finish. It was rare for him to be this anxious. "Besides, he is a trainee combatant, he doesn't have a communication device with him."
After he finished speaking, both of them fell silent at the same time. They both knew very well that the boy's chances of survival were slim since there was no news after such a long time.
"He tried to save us," Lin Sanjiu only managed to finish half of her sentence before her throat seemed to be stuck. She suddenly realized that she did not feel angry for the boy at all. There was only a little bit of sadness, as if she had just bid farewell to a friend.
After a while, Silvan wiped his face and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go see the queen."
After struggling in the apocalypse for so many years, they had witnessed a death that was even more abrupt and unacceptable than Meme's, so they had lost count of the number of deaths they had witnessed. Losing was the norm. All the unfulfilled gratitude, love, and hope for the dead would fade away and eventually be covered in dust along with the name.
Every time they lost a life, it felt like they were dying a little bit too.
Lin Sanjiu summoned her [Tornado Whip] and measured the size and weight of the hill of corpses before her. She whipped it into the air. Along with the swift airwave that she tore apart, Silvan also threw out his [Portable Cannonballs]. When the cannonballs shot into the air, they lit up with a few blue lights, as if they had forcefully created a tunnel in the air. In the blink of an eye, the cannonballs smashed a huge hole in the hill of corpses.
The ground shook, and the hill of corpses seemed to be electrified. Corpses fell off one after another and turned into dust in the air. The bodies that were crawling further away finally could not maintain their balance anymore. They rolled down the slope one after another, burying the surrounding slopes in a cloud of dust.
"Look!"
Silvan's voice was swaying in the sharp whistling hurricane. "There's a hole under the hill of corpses!"
As he spoke, more corpses rolled down, filling up the hole in a blink of an eye. Lin Sanjiu immediately stopped whipping. When the wind gradually died down, she dashed towards the messy sea of corpses.
They trudged through the junkyard of corpses and cleared the area where the hole had appeared with difficulty. All the corpses had no faces, only the back of their skulls that looked like a rubber ball. They did not look like humans anymore. The twisted and broken corpses blocked the hole that led downwards. When the two of them finally dug the hole out, even Silvan looked a little dirty, which was rare for him.
"I haven't asked you." When the two of them looked at the dark hole on the ground that was as big as a human head, Silvan sighed softly. "What kind of dream did you experience? The thing that you brought out from the script led us here, so it must have something to do with your dream. "
"I don't want to remember it," Lin Sanjiu answered stiffly.
Even though she had massacred Peanut Town in her dream, it felt no different from slaughtering an entire town. She could even feel the warmth and twitching of the bodies of the townspeople. However, what made her unwilling to remember the dream was not the reality of the massacre, but the fact that she was indifferent to the massacre.
The feeling in a dream should be stronger than the feeling in reality.
After a few seconds, she realized that her tone was not very good, so she added, "Actually, in my dream, there was a hill that looked a little like this place."
Silvan nodded and did not pursue the topic. When he turned his green eyes away, Lin Sanjiu suddenly had a feeling that he was a person who could quickly cut off contact with others.
"The hole is too small. We can't fit through it." As he spoke, he tapped his wrist, and a hologram leaped into the air. It was filled with pictures and words that introduced various items. "Look around and see if there's anything that can dig a hole without making too much noise."
Lin Sanjiu thought about it and realized that she did have one, even though digging holes was not its specialty.
When the artist was called out, Silvan looked as confused as he was.
"Don't draw the circle of soil around the hole." Lin Sanjiu knelt on the ground and gestured, "Do you understand? I want the soil around the hole to fill up your painting. That way, it will be big enough. If you don't know how to paint, squat down and dig a hole for me. "
In the end, the painting that was covered with dead bodies and had a gloomy hue was like a hole in hell. Even with the darkest aesthetic standards, it was not beautiful at all. Lin Sanjiu did not know how the artist handled her previous paintings, but this time, the artist rolled up the canvas and gave it to her.
"Quite a smart Special Item." After Meme disappeared, Silvan gave a rare smile. "Are you ready?"
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