Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 360 - 36 Seed Seeking Song_2
Chapter 360: 36 Seed Seeking Song_2
And they only needed to close their eyes and mouths, obediently leading the way for Hewinia.
When it surprised them, Hewinia did not follow but stood her ground.
“This time, I don’t need anyone to follow me.”
Byron frowned slightly, “You don’t need us to lead the way?”
“Yes, I have walked this path many times before.”
“But, it’s too chaotic inside…”
“What?” Hewinia’s finger gently tapped on the Magic Wand, “Do you think me, who has already lit up the notes and officially become the Player, should still fear a bunch of low-grade Sires and seed mothers?”
Byron dared not respond, immediately lowering his head, “Of course not, we’re just afraid you might lose your way… ah, no, of course you won’t.”
Having dealt with Hewinia for so many years, Byron had deeply understood one thing: never oppose Hewinia.
Whatever she wanted to do, just let her do it.
Do not stop her, do not ask why.
All a competent Servant needed to do was tidy up the aftermath for Hewinia and, before that… hand over the knives.
Byron gestured to another Servant, who immediately came forward carrying a box.
The box popped open, revealing a variety of knives, some even carved with Magic Power imbued Runes.
“These are a humble gesture from your subordinates.” Byron bowed, “Please feel free to choose.”
Hewinia nodded slightly and, after glancing at the box, casually picked up a boning knife and walked into the deepest, darkest alley.
“How should I put this? Although I have not seen the real Hewinia.” Bai Wei’s voice sounded in Hewinia’s mind, “But judging from all the details pieced together now, she doesn’t seem like a likable person, certainly not as much as you.”
Hewinia automatically filtered out the teasing part of Bai Wei’s words, focusing her attention on the first half of his sentence.
After a short ponder, Hewinia decided to ask directly.
“May I ask a question?”
“Why ask just one? Ask two.” Bai Wei laughed, “Don’t think of me as a miser.”
“…Alright.” Hewinia asked, “You just said you’ve never seen the real Hewinia and don’t know her at all?”
“Of course,” Bai Wei laughed, “Why would I want to understand a deranged lady from a remote place?”
“Then why do you know I replaced her?” Hewinia posed the question that had always troubled her, which Bai Wei had always refused to answer, “You clearly know nothing about her.”
“Wow! It seems you thought I knew your identity because I understood the original Hewinia, just like Daphne found out you were fake?” Bai Wei laughed, “Unfortunately, that’s not the case. I indeed don’t know her or have seen her, but… I know you, and I have seen you.”
Hewinia’s pupils tightened.
Visas had seen her?
When?
Even before?
Hewinia immediately asked, “When?”
“Um…that’s beyond the limit.”
Hewinia was taken aback, not yet realizing, “Beyond the limit?”
“Yes.” Bai Wei raised his middle finger, then manipulated Hewinia’s index finger and ring finger to slowly curl and continued making the classic finger-crossed gesture, “Didn’t you forget? I said I would answer only two questions; now this is the third one, don’t think of me as a generous person.”
Hewinia: “…”
For a moment, Bai Wei felt Hewinia’s breathing become much heavier, clearly affected emotionally, something Bai Wei found more amusing.
“Hahaha, just kidding.” Bai Wei laughed, “But I really can’t tell you the answer to this question, at least not now.”
Hewinia took a few deep breaths and quickly calmed herself down, speaking calmly, “It’s alright if you don’t want to tell me, I wasn’t entitled to seek such an answer in the first place.”
Bai Wei only smiled.
This question indeed was not easy to answer; after all, he couldn’t just tell Hewinia that he’d met her in a game before, could he?
At that time, she had severely deceived him, the protagonist.
But now, the roles had changed.
…
The deeper they went, the more dreadful the environment became.
“If the houses I had seen previously resembled rows of prisons, then these deeper ones were even more extreme, as small and cramped as breeding farms.”
“In this place, even the sunlight seemed to dim.”
“And yet, Hewinia, with her delicate appearance, which seemed out of place here, moved through very smoothly and naturally, familiar with every path, knowing every fork in the road.”
“Because she had walked this road countless times.”
“And slowly, Bai Wei began to hear singing.”
“No, it was hard to call it singing.”
“Because it was truly horrible, like someone who knew nothing about music haphazardly pounding on the expensive piano keys, or like a tone-deaf beast emitting an inexplicable roar.”
“What kind of music is this?” Bai Wei asked.
Hewinia replied, “It doesn’t have a specific name, the people here call it the ‘Seed Seeking Song.'”
“‘Seed Seeking Song’?”
“Yes, the people here only know what a single note sounds like; they lack the ability to compose. This ‘Seed Seeking Song’ is their creation, melding all seven notes together.”
“I see, but what is it for?”
Hewinia didn’t immediately respond but stopped in front of a house with its door ajar.
The “Seed Seeking Song” was coming from this house.
Inside, there was an indescribable stench, filled with matter that was either excrement or dirt, making it hard to notice the writhing figures unless one looked carefully.
But Bai Wei could see them clearly.
There were two people.
Oh no, to be precise, a Sire and a seed mother.
They were engaged in “Breeding.”
Such open doors and undisguised breeding, like livestock being raised.
Everything about them was in decay, even the notes on their bodies seemed to be fading.
Only their eyes were crazed.
They growled in their mouths, making senseless sounds.
And those sounds were the previously mentioned “Seed Seeking Song.”
“The Holy Sound Master does not listen to words, only melodies,” Hewinia said softly, “So the Holy Sound People express their respect with music. But since these people can’t create music, they just mix the seven notes together, hoping that the Holy Sound Master will hear their sounds and grant them what they most desire… the seed of the Seven Notes.”
“The closer to the depths, the more the Sires and seed mothers long for the seed of the Seven Notes. As their own talents are inferior to those on the outer edges, they care nothing for class or tone, as long as it is a seed.”
“Of course…” Hewinia hesitated, then slowly shifted her gaze downward, looking at the oddly colored ‘soil.’
In that soil, one could vaguely see pale, withered bones and flesh stained with blood.
“Only those who carry notes can be called seeds.”
“The rest are merely culled.”
As Hewinia’s voice fell, the “Seed Seeking Song” reached its climax, and the Sire and seed mother stopped their actions.
As a new “seed” had already been laid.
…
Twenty minutes later, Hewinia arrived in front of a small house on the outermost edge.
This was her former “home.”
Hewinia had lived here for more than a decade, and now, it had fallen into disuse, as if no one had visited for a long time.
After standing in front of the door for a while, Hewinia then raised her hand and pushed the door open.
A harsh creaking sound ensued.
Several gazes from inside swept over.
“Daphne?” the people inside asked.
“Daphne is dead.”
Hewinia said calmly.
“I killed her.”
