Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 2465: My Days Are Numbered

Chapter 2465: My Days Are Numbered

Ning Shu felt the high priest’s pulse again and injected some spiritual energy into his body. She told him, “You’re in very good health. You can still live a long time.”
“I have ginseng at home. Use it to replenish your energy. You’ve been tired recently from tracking Xuan Yuanhao,” Ning Shu said.
Ning Shu wanted to keep the high priest alive. He was a pretty good person and a kind old man.
The high priest shook his head. “My days are numbered. The swarm sovereign is starting to become restless.”
Ning Shu ‘oh’-ed and then injected more spiritual energy into his body.
Ning Shu had decided not to pass on the Unsurpassable Martial Arts.
After all, this wasn’t a cultivation world. Although the world had some fantasy elements, the Unsurpassable Martial Arts would still exceed its power system.
After all, the Unsurpassable Martial Arts allowed for directly absorbing the heaven’s and the earth’s spiritual energy.
Ning Shu continued to take the high priest’s pulse every other day. Each time she did so, she would transfer some spiritual energy to his body.
She also brought some ginseng and told the high priest’s successor to simmer it for the high priest.
Ning Shu asked the high priest, “Does the swarm sovereign harm your body?”
Just thinking of having an insect in her body caused Ning Shu to have goosebumps all over.
Of course, she wouldn’t be as affected when using poisonous insects on other people.
“No, the swarm sovereign and the high priest are in harmony with each other. To survive, the swarm sovereign must live in a human body,” said the high priest.
Ning Shu nodded. It was actually a symbiotic relationship.
It was quite mystical.
When the high priest was in better health, he would stroll around when he had nothing to do. However, his teaching was truly hard on his successor, as he crammed all of his knowledge into the boy’s brain.
Ning Shu thought that the high priest would live for quite a while, but one night, the successor rapped on her door and said while crying, “The high priest is dying.”
Ning Shu was stunned for a moment. She picked up Zhenzhen and hurried to the high priest’s home.
There were already many villagers there and some of them were quietly weeping.
Their expressions were sorrowful and their feelings were obviously heartfelt and sincere.
Ning Shu entered the room and saw the withered looking high priest. His cheeks were sunken. He really was all skin and bones.
Ning Shu was bewildered. “Why are you so thin?”
When she came over to refine poisonous insects yesterday, he hadn’t been like that.
“The swarm sovereign has absorbed my vitality. Anyway, I will soon turn to ash, so might as well let it have a good meal,” the high priest said calmly.
The swarm sovereign had absorbed the remaining vitality in his body.
Ning Shu: …
Shoot, the position of high priest really came with so many strings attached.
In a short time, the outside of the house was full of kneeling people who kowtowed to the high priest.
The high priest said to Ning Shu with difficulty, “Help me take care of him, so that he may become a strong high priest that can protect the clan.”
Ning Shu comforted the high priest, “Yes, he will definitely become the most excellent high priest.”
The high priest closed his eyes. His body trembled and a golden insect came out of his mouth.
It looked like a silkworm and was entirely golden. It moved very slowly.
How did such an insect with absolutely no fighting strength become the swarm sovereign?
It left the high priest’s mouth and slowly, unhurriedly crawled onto the palm of his successor.
Its whole body emitted a sweet fragrance.
The little successor was a bit scared, but he still opened his mouth and let the swarm sovereign crawl inside.
Then he swallowed it down. As she watched, Ning Shu couldn’t help but stretch her neck and swallow a mouthful of saliva.
Jesus…
The high priest said a few words and then breathed his last.
The high priest’s death plunged the village into a sorrowful mood.
According to tradition, the villagers held a very complicated funeral.