Start By Parsing The Sun

Chapter 7: Bloodhead Spider

Cheng Han calmed himself down and thought of another problem - how to inform the authorities.

Should he directly go to the inspection office?

He immediately dismissed the idea: "Absolutely not! Who knows if there are spies among the officials who are followers of the alien god?

"The All-Knowing Eye is currently only at level 3, its abilities are limited, and it lacks relevance, so it cannot deduce the situation within the authorities.

"If my identity is leaked by a spy, with my small build, how can I withstand their retaliation?

"The safest and most reliable solution is to quietly transmit the information to the authorities without revealing my identity."

Cheng Han pondered for a while and had a flash of inspiration: "I've got it! I can make the message 'fly' over!"

He took out a pencil and a piece of paper and quickly drew a few pictures.

These were the scenes predicted by his skill, and they were also the evidence provided to the authorities.

Although they were a bit rough, they included all the main features, and as long as the officials weren't blind, they could definitely identify them.

Afterwards, Cheng Han began to make tools for delivering the message.

After an hour of busyness, everything was ready.

Cheng Han checked everything again to ensure there were no problems and muttered to himself, "Let's wait until it gets dark before taking action."

After finishing lunch, Cheng Han used the Cheng Family's breathing technique and slept deeply for over an hour, then continued to deduce the True Flame Imprint.

The imprint was still in a fragmented state, but its functions were already surprising.

He was quite looking forward to what it would become if he deduced it completely.

The first deduction failed.

Cheng Han was not discouraged and silently said again, "Analyze the sun and complete the imprint."

Immediately, a strange coolness spread from the top of his head, a bright light appeared in his spiritual sea, and then a faint warmth surged through his body, making him feel extremely comfortable.

This was a phenomenon that hadn't occurred before.

Cheng Han instantly understood that the analysis was successful!

At the core of the light, faint threads could be vaguely seen growing rapidly, and the structure became slightly more complete. In this process, profound knowledge appeared out of thin air.

After a second, the phenomenon disappeared.

A message flashed: "Analysis successful! Proficiency +8, current proficiency is 34/1000, spiritual value is 7.2/13.3."

Cheng Han was greatly surprised.

He remembered very clearly that the upper limit of his spiritual value was originally 13.2 points, but now it had become 13.3 points.

It had actually increased by 0.1 point!

Cheng Han pondered for a while, his face filled with excitement: "The imprint and the spiritual value are most likely mutually reinforcing.

"The stronger my spiritual power, the stronger the power of the imprint. Conversely, the stronger the imprint, the more it can stimulate the growth of the spiritual value."

He raised a finger and used his spiritual power to activate the True Flame Imprint.

The imprint absorbed his spiritual power and released a brilliant light, while a bright dot formed at his fingertip, illuminating a large part of the room.

This was the new ability gained from completing the imprint.

Cheng Han moved his finger and the light dot disappeared.

He smiled and said, "Not bad! From today onwards, I have the ability of a 'human light bulb'. Not only can I save money on candles, but I'm also not afraid of walking at night."

At this moment, the imprint suddenly moved slightly.

Cheng Han was startled and focused his attention on the imprint.

A message appeared: "True Flame Imprint, completeness 0.86%."

Cheng Han shook his head and said, "It's not even one percent. It seems that completing it will be a long and arduous journey."

At 7 o'clock in the evening, night fell on the Tai'an Little Spirit Realm.

Cheng Han carried his backpack and pushed his bicycle towards the entrance of the residential area.

"Woof! Woof!"

The two spirit mastiffs guarding the gate, Taozi and Lizhi, heard footsteps and barked loudly.

Cheng Han shouted, "The candles at home are almost used up, I'll go outside to buy a bag of candles."

The barking stopped.

In fact, there was a small grocery store in the Shanyi Lane, but the prices were slightly higher. Many residents usually went to the big stores to save a few copper coins.

Cheng Han was no exception.

Unless it was urgent, he wouldn't patronize the small grocery store.

This was in line with the "character setting" of an orphan and was a practice that wouldn't arouse suspicion.

A few minutes later, Cheng Han rode his bicycle and arrived at a larger store, where he bought a pack of ten candles and quickly left.

On his way back to the community, he deliberately took a detour and hid his bicycle in a hidden corner, then entered a small forest alone.

He took out a paper lantern, folded the drawing and stuffed it inside, and put a small piece of candle into the lantern.

This was the "vehicle" used to send messages - a Kongming lantern.

Cheng Han smiled proudly, "If others do this, the success rate is almost zero, but I have external assistance that can ensure the Kongming lantern lands accurately at the target location."

He used the All-Knowing Eye several times in a row and found the most ideal "launch" spot.

According to deduction, if the Kongming lantern ascended from this position, propelled by the night wind, it would drift more than 600 meters to the northeast and eventually land in an open space.

That place was a sentry post of the Inspection Office.

And the open space was the training ground of the sentry post.

The deduction also showed that the sentry post commander was accustomed to taking a walk on the training ground at night, and now was the time for his walk.

Cheng Han extended his index finger and lightly touched the head of the candle.

A flash of red light.

The candle was lit.

This was also one of the small tricks of the True Flame Residual Seal. As long as the force was concentrated in one point, it could create high temperature and instantly ignite combustible materials.

Cheng Han smiled, "From now on, I can even save money on matches."

Soon, as the air heated and expanded, the Kongming lantern slowly rose.

The lantern was dyed pure black, blocking most of the light, making it appear quite dim and almost invisible from a distance.

This was intentional.

The purpose was to reduce exposure risk and avoid being traced back to the source. That's why he chose to release it in the forest.

After a dozen breaths, the lantern left the forest and floated away with the night wind.

Cheng Han quickly left the forest, pedaling his bicycle with force, and soon disappeared into the distance.

*

Ten minutes later.

Liu, the commander of the sixth sentry post of the Inspection Office, looked up at a dim light spot floating towards the training ground and couldn't help but stop.

This burly man, nearly two meters tall, took a careful look and muttered, "Which kid is playing with this thing? Aren't they afraid of causing a fire?"

Before long, the candle burned out completely.

The lantern turned completely black and slowly descended into the training ground.

Its landing spot happened to be about ten meters in front of the burly man.

Liu picked up the lantern and played with it casually, nodding slightly, "It's made quite delicately!"

He opened the lantern and was about to throw it into the trash can when he happened to see the folded drawing.

Liu unfolded it and, under the light of the street lamp, began to browse through it.

When he saw the third painting, his face instantly changed dramatically, "This painting looks like a Bloodhead Spider!"

This painting depicted a terrifying monster with a twisted and evil appearance. Its chest and abdomen were completely open, with eight hairy legs extending out, hanging upside down from the ceiling.

Its head was twisted 180 degrees, with its mouth split open at an astonishing angle, and a bunch of tentacles protruding from it, making a gesture of swinging in the air.

And on the floor below, there were many bodies lying in all directions.

What was most horrifying was that the heads of each body had been cruelly twisted off and piled up into a neat little pyramid.

This extremely disgusting act was the unique hobby of the Bloodhead Spider.

The name "Bloodhead" came from this.

(End of this chapter)