The Death Knell

I saw the female doctor's little hand put on the soft stick-like object. In just a moment, her eyes rolled white and she stuck out her tongue. She stood there and shivered, as if she was out of breath.

"Wow, is it really this good?"

Harley sneaked into the spaceship at some point, and when she saw Aphra looking like she was about to be broken, her eyes widened in curiosity.

"This is a normal reaction. After all, there are thousands of years of memory and knowledge."

Su Ming took two steps back and stood very calmly next to the hookspore humanoid. He also handed the other person a cigarette to smoke, and lit one himself:

"Although the master was trapped here after his death, his symbiote has been practicing and researching. With so many memories flooding into his mind at once, Aphra is certainly swimming in the ocean of knowledge."

"Oh, but she seems to be drowning, hee hee."

Harley smiled and pointed at the girl. It turned out that the pretentious archaeologist had already started spitting out foam like soap bubbles, and the amount was quite large.

She might have secretly drank milk behind everyone's back. Maybe Sana brought the dairy products to her?

"It's true." Su Ming tilted his mouth. He couldn't let Aphra die here or become an idiot: "Master Spore, is there a plan to deal with this situation? It seems that her brain cannot withstand such strong stimulation. .”

Cyclospora stretched out a big blue hand, put it on Aphra's head, and used 'Force Healing', while the other hand imitated the death knell, holding a cigarette and putting it in his mouth.

It squinted its eyes and spit out clouds, looking disapproving:

"It's just a small problem. The Force of Life is best at healing. She'll be fine."

"Okay, but maybe not as good as you said. Otherwise, how did this 'Host Master' die here?"

Su Ming pointed to the corpse beside him with his backhand. A Jedi master who used the Force of Life should not have died so quietly on a planet that didn't even have bird poop, let alone in this hyperspace:

"I noticed that there were no obvious external injuries on his body and even his clothes were intact."

With the existence of the Force, Jedi Knights can live a very long life. In their historical records, there has never been a record of a Jedi dying at the end of his life, only dying in battle or being executed.

As a combative and violent group, generally speaking, an ordinary Jedi can live for more than a hundred years if he is lucky. There will always be a crisis or battle that kills him, like Master Yoda who can live for more than 900 years. People are rare.

Master Spore could be said to be very sincere, and he knew everything and said everything. He lowered his head and glanced at his host, with his empty eyes and shriveled face.

He asked with some emotion: "Have you ever heard of a Force technique called 'Life Draining'?"

"I know that the skills of the dark side of the Force can absorb the life from other intelligent creatures and use them to heal themselves. It is said that if you study them to the most profound level, you can even bring them back to life."

Su Ming has not only heard of it, but has also seen it. It is in comics, movies, and animations.

"Resurrection from the dead is an exaggeration. At least it didn't exist in my host's era."

Bubble Mushroom smiled, and he let go of Aphra's palm on her forehead. At this time, the girl had almost spit out all the bubbles in her mouth:

"In fact, during this long period of solitude, I have been meditating on the essence of the phenomenon of using the Force to heal the body, because the Force skills of 'Force Healing', 'Life Draining', and 'Life Transfer' have been recorded in Jedi Yi They can be controlled by the same person, and maybe they shouldn't be separated at all, because the Force is the Force."

"I understand, so your host and one person crashed into this underground cave. The master was fine, but the other person was fatally injured. At the critical moment, the corpse master used 'life transfer' to save that one with his own life. People, right? Who was that person? Now where is the person?"

Deathstroke took a puff of cigarette and looked down at the corpse.

No matter who he saved, it seemed a little inappropriate to put the benefactor's body in the cockpit of the spaceship, without even a coffin?

"I was not yet symbiotic with the host at that time. Although I read some memories from my last moments, there was a large gap afterwards. Our race often takes hundreds of years from the beginning to the completion of symbiosis."

The spore man smoked a cigarette. It may have learned this skill from the host's mind, but it has never practiced it:

"But I speculate that the underground structures and instruments and equipment you see around you should have been made bit by bit by that person who returned here several times later. It is even possible that she even brought me here specially. At the same time, as a Jedi Knight, being buried in your own ship is not a disgraceful death. There are many Jedi who were buried in the galaxy with their own ships."

"Then did she come again later? Have you seen her?"

Su Ming asked again. He also asked Harley to drag Aphra aside, who seemed to have entered meditation, and put her in the garbage to rest.

"I haven't seen her for three thousand six hundred and fifty-two years and three hours. Maybe she finally embraced her destiny as a Jedi and reunited with my host in the Force."

Anthracnose shook his head, took off half of the cigarette from his mouth, and stuffed it between the corpse's dry lips, letting it smoke like incense.

It has great affection for its host, Su Ming knows.

Strictly speaking, although it is a parasitic fungus on corpses, it is not like Cordyceps sinensis, because the death of the host has nothing to do with it. It just finds a piece of 'soil' suitable for its own life.

Maybe it's like the way humans feel about their adoptive parents or relatives.

Compared with the symbionts of the Strangler clan, the strength of the hook spores is nothing. Even the transformation process seems a bit low-end. It is not as smooth as the small bean sprouts. It does not have the ability to devour and evolve, and even its mobility is very limited.

But at least every hook spore is loyal to its host, a very important quality.

However, it may also be because their hosts are all deceased, so there will be no disagreements, which is very helpful for unity.

And fungi are really easy to feed, just like human athlete's foot.

Basically, there is no need to provide it with any nutrients. The moisture in the air is enough. It only needs a warm and humid environment and it will grow by itself.

"Hey!"

Strangler showed its head from the host's shoulder. It said that it was not a mushroom, and it did not want to be compared with the athlete's foot fungus. It was the strongest one among the countless symbionts in the universe, that's it.

When Master Spore saw the strangulation, he seemed to understand something. With a sinister smile unique to the dead, he said to the death knell:

"You must have guessed what I want, so do you want to make some exchanges with me? I swear by the Force, this is a fair deal."

"Oh? I guess you want Aphra to help find the possible body of that woman and bring it here, right?" Su Ming nodded. When Cyclospora mentioned that there used to be a 'she', He roughly guessed: "I can indeed command Aphra to do this favor for you, because I have money and you don't have money. She loves money very much, but I want to hear your exchange conditions."

"You seem to be a powerful warrior, but the only flaw is that you don't have the talent to use the Force. I can help you solve this shortcoming so that you can go further. As a warrior, I think no one will refuse to make themselves stronger. .”

Spore, who was not very good at business talks, showed the utmost sincerity directly.