Blood Head Spider

Cheng Han calmed himself and considered another question—how to notify the authorities.

Go directly to the Patrol Department? He immediately dismissed the idea. "Absolutely not! Who knows whether there are any Heretical God Believer moles within the authorities?" The Eye of Omniscience was only Level 3 at present, its capabilities inherently limited. Coupled with the lack of any connection, it could not deduce the situation within the authorities.

"If a mole leaks my identity, how could this scrawny little body of mine withstand their retaliation?" The safest and surest plan was to quietly pass the intelligence to the authorities without exposing his identity.

Cheng Han pondered deeply for a while. Then inspiration flashed through his mind, and he immediately came up with an idea. "Got it! I can make the message 'fly' over!"

He took out a Pencil and a sheet of white paper, quickly sketching several scenes.

These were the images foreseen by the skill, and also the evidence he would provide to the authorities.

Though they were rather rough, all the general features were there. As long as the officials were not blind, they would definitely be able to recognize them.

Afterward, Cheng Han began making the tool for delivering the letter.

After an hour of work, everything was ready.

Cheng Han checked it over to make sure there were no problems, then muttered, "I'll act after dark."

After finishing lunch, Cheng Han first used the Cheng Clan Breathing Method to enter a deep sleep for over an hour, then continued deducing the Fragmented Imprint of True Flame.

Even in its incomplete state, this thing possessed so many functions that it was pleasantly surprising.

He greatly anticipated what it would become if he deduced it to completion.

His first deduction failed.

Cheng Han was not discouraged. He silently recited again, "Analyze the sun, complete the residual seal."

A strange coolness immediately spread over the crown of his head. The ball of light in his Sea of Spirit blazed brilliantly, followed by a faint warmth rising throughout his body. It felt exceedingly comfortable.

This was an abnormal phenomenon that had not appeared before.

Cheng Han understood in an instant. The analysis had succeeded! At the core of the ball of light, Light Threads could vaguely be seen growing rapidly, the structure becoming slightly more complete. During this process, profound knowledge appeared out of thin air.

A second later, the abnormality vanished.

A message flashed before him.

Analysis successful! Proficiency +8. Current Proficiency: 34/1000. Spirit Value: 7.2/13.3.

Cheng Han was greatly astonished.

He remembered very clearly that the upper limit of his Spirit Value had originally been 13.2, yet it had now become 13.3.

It had actually increased by 0.1! After thinking deeply for a while, Cheng Han's face filled with excitement. "The residual seal and spirit are most likely mutually reinforcing.

"The stronger my spirit becomes, the greater the residual seal's power. Conversely, the stronger the residual seal becomes, the more it can stimulate the growth of Spirit Value."

He raised one finger and activated the Fragmented Imprint of True Flame with his spiritual power.

The residual seal drew in spiritual power and released a brilliant radiance. A bright point of light gathered at his fingertip, and the room instantly became far brighter.

This was the new ability gained from completing the residual seal.

Cheng Han moved his finger, and the point of light went dark.

He laughed. "Not bad! Starting today, I've got the ability of a 'humanoid light bulb.' Not only can I save money on candles, I won't need to fear walking at night either."

At that moment, the residual seal suddenly stirred.

Cheng Han froze for a moment, then focused his mind on the residual seal.

A message appeared.

Fragmented Imprint of True Flame, Completeness: 0.86%.

Cheng Han shook his head. "Not even one percent. It seems that completing its deduction will truly be a long road stretching far into the distance."

Seven in the evening.

Night fell over the Tai'an Minor Spirit Realm.

Cheng Han carried a schoolbag on his back and pushed his Bicycle toward the neighborhood gate.

"Woof! Woof!"

The two Spirit Mastiffs guarding the gate, Tao Zi and Li Zi, began barking loudly upon hearing his footsteps.

Cheng Han called out, "The candles at home are almost used up. I'm going out to buy a bag of candles."

The barking stopped.

In truth, there was a small general store in Shanyi Neighborhood, but its prices were a little higher. To save a few copper coins, many residents usually went to larger stores to shop.

Cheng Han was no exception.

Unless he urgently needed something, he would not patronize the small general store.

This was behavior fitting an orphan's "persona," and it was also the best way to avoid arousing suspicion.

A few minutes later, Cheng Han rode his Bicycle to a larger shop, bought a pack of ten candles, and left quickly.

On his way back to the neighborhood, he deliberately took a detour, hid his Bicycle in a concealed corner, and then slipped alone into a small grove.

He took out a paper lantern, folded the drawings and stuffed them inside, then placed a short section of candle in the lantern as well.

This was the "vehicle" he would use to deliver the letter—a Kongming Lantern.

Cheng Han smiled smugly. "If anyone else did this, the chance of success would be nearly zero. But with my cheat to help me, I can ensure the Kongming Lantern lands precisely at the target location."

He used the Eye of Omniscience several times in succession and found the most ideal release point.

According to the deduction, if the Kongming Lantern rose from this position, it would drift over six hundred meters northeastward with the night wind's help, ultimately landing in an open area.

That place happened to be a Patrol Station of the Patrol Department.

The open area was the Patrol Station's training ground.

The deduction also showed that the Patrol Station's Squad Leader had a habit of taking walks around the training ground at night. This was precisely the time of his walk.

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

A red gleam flashed and vanished.

The candle was lit.

This was also one of the Fragmented Imprint of True Flame's little applications. As long as he controlled the power and concentrated it at one point, he could generate high heat and instantly ignite flammable objects.

Cheng Han smiled. "I'll be able to save money on matches in the future too."

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

The lantern had been dyed pure black, blocking out most of its light. It looked quite dim, impossible to notice from any great distance.

This had been deliberate.

The purpose was to reduce the risk of exposure and prevent anyone from tracing it back to its source. This was also why he had chosen to release it from within the grove.

After a dozen or so breaths, the lantern left the grove and drifted away on the night wind.

Cheng Han quickly left the grove, pedaled his Bicycle hard, and soon disappeared into the distance.

Ten minutes later.

Sentry Chief Liu of the Patrol Department's Sixth Outpost looked up at a dim point of light floating toward the training ground and could not help stopping in his tracks.

The brawny man, nearly two meters tall, peered at it for a moment and muttered, "What child is playing with something like that? Aren't they afraid of starting a fire?"

Not long afterward, the candle burned out completely.

The lantern went entirely dark, then slowly descended into the training ground.

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

Sentry Chief Liu picked up the lantern, casually turning it over in his hands a few times. He nodded lightly. "It's made quite finely, though!"

He took the lantern apart, intending to throw it into a trash bin, when he happened to see the folded drawings.

Sentry Chief Liu unfolded them and began looking through them beneath the streetlamp's glow.

When he saw the third drawing, his expression changed drastically. "This looks like a Blood Head Spider!"

The drawing clearly depicted a twisted, evil, horrifying monster. Its chest and abdomen were entirely split open, with eight furry legs extending from within as it hung upside down from the ceiling.

Its head had twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, its mouth split open at an astonishing angle. A huge cluster of Tentacles emerged from it, waving through the air.

Below, numerous corpses lay scattered chaotically across the floor.

Most horrifying of all, every corpse had had its head brutally twisted off and piled into a rather neat little pyramid.

This exceedingly disgusting practice was precisely the Blood Head Spider's unique hobby.

The words "blood head" in its name came from this.