Chapter 675: The Ancestor's Gift (64)

"What kind of way could you possibly have?" Majiang suddenly grew tense, staring fixedly at Luo Qi.

"I have an idea," Luo Qi said briefly. The expression on his face did not look like he had an idea at all; it looked more like he had already made a final decision.

"What kind of idea do you have!" Majiang stood up, the look on his face practically panic. He eagerly took a step forward, as if wanting to grab hold of Luo Qi. But Luo Qi was no longer the child he had first met; in just a few short days, he had expanded rapidly like a pumpkin pumped with medicine, and no one could pick him up like a little kid anymore. "Even I, a Medical Mage, have no way to save him, what way could you have? You are a..."

The four words "Mind Mage" were like a scalding curse now; Majiang could not say them. Almost every Mind Mage driven to a dead end would give birth to dark arts.

Luo Qi did not notice what he was thinking at all. "If even you can't save him, then only a Progenitor Mage can save him."

"What did you say?"

"No time to explain, let's gamble. Majiang, take me and Du Zhengyi back to that hall with the spaceship and the primitive sacrifices," Luo Qi said. He crouched down, his trembling hand pinching Du Zhengyi's wrist; for a moment, he was too nervous to feel a pulse. He pressed his hand against Du Zhengyi's neck to check the carotid artery again, and this time he finally felt a faint pulse, confirming that he was still alive at this moment.

"No!" Majiang refused vigilantly.

Luo Qi looked up in surprise, his gaze piercing through Majiang's spectacle lenses straight to the bottom of his eyes. The surface thoughts Majiang hadn't had time to hide were poked straight into by the out-of-control Luo Qi, and the chaotic thoughts mixed with suspicion and vigilance toward Luo Qi were turned into a mess. There was both the surface distrust of the unreliable Luo Qi and the deep-seated vigilance toward Mind Mages in the depths of his mind. All the trust in Luo Qi was tied to Du Zhengyi; that trust existed because of Du Zhengyi's existence and guarantee, and now it was rapidly decreasing along with Du Zhengyi's departure.

Majiang paused, not blaming Luo Qi for overstepping. He understood Mind Mages, and he still had basic trust in Luo Qi's character. He also restrained the embarrassment of having his thoughts discovered; he did not stand with Luo Qi in the end. "No matter what you've discovered, you cannot rashly activate the Progenitor Mage's Magic. The dangers of those magics are unpredictable. It is not only dangerous to this world, but also unfair to Du Zhengyi; you might push him into a situation more painful than death."

This was the ethics of the Magic World, and also the hard-won experience of the Magic World after experiencing countless pains and dangers. He would not ignore these risks.

"Besides, he can't withstand Teleportation anymore. He only has one breath left; tossing him around will only make him more painful," Majiang said painfully, completely rejecting Luo Qi.

Luo Qi was still crouching on the ground, one hand still gripping Du Zhengyi's wrist, the other hand reaching behind his neck to support him. His raised eyes looked at Majiang, dark and heavy; those bottomless eyes carried a strange irony and a provocation that was hard to ignore. "Goodbye!"

"Wha..."

Before Majiang could finish asking, Luo Qi disappeared before his eyes with Du Zhengyi. Majiang thought dully that the slight popping sound and the disturbed air meant he had indeed taken Du Zhengyi and used Teleportation, and it also meant he was crazy.

Guan Xinyue stayed alone in the cabin filled with her ancestors' ritual vessels. This was of course a spaceship, and it was also stuck vertically into the base, just like she had seen on the cover of some science fiction novel.

Her mind was a mess, and she stood in front of a bronze tripod, staring blankly at those familiar patterns. The last time she saw a bronze tripod like this was at the National Museum. Her grandfather had taken her and her sister to spend a whole day at the museum; they looked at the artifacts, bought souvenirs, and even ate some of the souvenirs. Those beautiful days now felt like a hundred years had passed.

She slowly reached out to touch the patterns on the bronze tripod. The basic training of cultural relic preservation reminded her that doing this was wrong, and she quickly retracted her hand. These patterns were somewhat different from those she had seen before. But that didn't prove anything. The bronze patterns in the National Museum were somewhat different from those in Sanxingdui, and different from those in the Hunan Museum too. What was abnormal about human ancestors making several bronze vessels that were essentially the same but of different styles?

What was abnormal was that she knew Luo Qi and the others had discovered a corpse here. That huge bronze coffin heavily occupied the core position of the cabin; psychologically, she always felt the coffin was like a square Black Hole absorbing light, making the room dim for no reason.

When she was at the museum, she was proud of the brilliance of her civilization, but now she hoped she had no blood relationship with the tribe here. She could understand the hardships and romance of prehistoric civilization, but she could not accept that her ancestors knelt to the ancestors of Mages like idiots, and even left their own coffins in someone else's spaceship.

But then again, what the hell was a Progenitor Mage? She really wanted to curse; it would be best if she could use the rich, earthy language of the old woman who was best at cursing at the village entrance's information hub to express her feelings directly.

That traitor Luo Qi must have discovered something long ago.

But he wouldn't tell her anything; he would only stick to his brother. No matter what he discovered, he would run to tell his brother as if to claim credit. That silly look was just like a country dog! When all was said and done, they were a group after all. Even by the standards of Mages, Luo Qi was indeed unconventional, but he was still a Mage after all. It was just a pity that his brother was a Mage; Mages were all illiterate and couldn't understand his discoveries at all. No Mage could understand that their ancestors were a group of aliens who drove a spaceship to Earth, brought a bunch of kidnapped animals, kidnapped another bunch of animals on Earth, and opened a biological laboratory, only to end up killing themselves.

Oh, Mages didn't understand this plot, but Guan Xinyue understood it all too well. Luo Qi hadn't been half-human for nothing; he must be very clear about it too.

Who knew who their ancestors were? Maybe they were some marginalized scientists banished by their own mainstream society, hiding in the remote areas of the galaxy, deceiving some poor Homo Sapiens who had just differentiated from being furry!

Guan Xinyue looked at the bronze coffin with sympathy; the fool lying inside must have really thought he had met a group of gods.

The cabin was quiet. Those Mages should all be on this spaceship, but the good soundproofing made her unable to hear their voices. There was only her here, and her ancestors who had been played for fools. Her heart was complicated and restless; the human lying here must have been an extremely intelligent person. Creating so many bronze vessels required accumulating a great deal of wealth, not to mention that he had successfully arrived here and buried himself in the land of faith. To get here, the grandchildren of those Progenitor Mages had died and been injured.

Perhaps because the anxiety of waiting makes people go crazy, she couldn't help but want to climb onto the coffin to take a look. Being with a corpse was actually very terrifying, but sometimes the more people feel fear, the more they can't help but want to take a look.

She looked at the cabin door; no one was coming. She no longer hesitated, crossed over the sacrificial offerings of bronze and ancient jade, and gauged a few points on the approximately two-meter-tall bronze coffin that she could use for leverage. Her fingers, which played strings, climbed onto the cold patterns of the bronze; her thin body was lighter than ever, and she sat on the upper edge of the bronze coffin without a sound.

A skeleton lay in the bronze coffin, with ancient jade pendants and turquoise beads scattered among his bones. She couldn't guess his intention for insisting on lying here, but he had indeed obtained peace. He had lain here quietly for at least several thousand years, and no one had come to disturb him before they arrived.

She lowered her head to look down at the skeleton, wanting to see more details, but the necklace hanging around her neck suddenly trembled. She was startled, lost her balance, and fell violently into the coffin.