What does it mean that the Demon King was killed by a wheelchair?

"Hiss! Hiss!"

"Hiss... hiss hiss!!"

Less than five meters behind them lay the dark tunnel. The swarm of insects eventually caught up with House and his companion, but they dared not advance even a single step further.

After letting out a defiant roar, they hovered and lingered at the boundary between light and darkness, waiting for about three minutes. Finally, the swarm seemed to have decided that the two people wouldn't come out, so they turned around and left.

House stared blankly at their departing figures: "These insects are afraid of light? Are they photophobic creatures?"

This contradicts the common knowledge he learned from watching animal documentaries when he was a child. He remembers that most insects are not afraid of light, and many are attracted to light, such as moths and fruit flies.

If you had to name a light-averse creature, House could only think of a mole.

Kiaran shook his head, looking at the white-capped mushrooms covering the ground at his feet: "I don't know, but this is a good thing. Let's continue on our way."

She scratched her earlobe and then began looking for a way out. This peculiar "room" was filled with white umbrella-shaped mushrooms, making it look like a plantation. As for the source of light inside the "room"... it seemed to be these mushrooms as well.

House hadn't paid much attention to the mushrooms when he first saw them at the cave entrance, but now, upon closer inspection, he noticed that... the caps of these white mushrooms all had fluorescent properties.

Moreover, it emits white light.

Kiaran trudged through the mushroom patch with difficulty, eventually giving up on clearing a path and simply drawing his sword to hack away, sending swathes of mushrooms flying into the air wherever his blade struck.

She was chopping mushrooms with the vigor of an old farmer, while House was deep in thought behind her. Although there was an element of laziness involved, the mushrooms covering the ground were making it very difficult for House's wheelchair to move.

And he always felt like something was being overlooked... He thought of the seven-colored stone, didn't that thing also emit light? Why weren't those insects afraid of it?

And how did that swarm of insects pinpoint their location so precisely in such a vast wormhole? Without the slightest hesitation, it was as if the two had triggered some kind of location system and were biting at their scent.

"Hmm..."

A glint of light flashed in House's eyes: "Is it those little spiders...? They can send messages? Hmm... that doesn't make sense. How can those little bastards send messages when they can't even make a sound?"

The light in his eyes went out again, and Chiaran, who was frantically chopping mushrooms in the distance, was displeased:

"Hey! What have you been rambling on to yourself about since just now! Help me out!"

She angrily kicked over a large mushroom at her feet; those damned white caps were torture for her eyes.

When faced with repetitive tasks, Chiaran easily becomes angry. This reminds her of her miserable life as a host, which in turn reminds her of her past swordsmanship training, which in turn...

And so on and so forth. The key point is that after all this time, that brain-dead hero in the wheelchair still hasn't moved. Kiaran looked up and roared angrily:

"House! Are you deaf?! Find the one who went out—"

But this time when she looked up again, the girl's reaction was not so pleasant. With a clang, without a moment's hesitation, she immediately drew the greatsword from her back.

Fog rose around her.

It was an extremely thick, impenetrable fog, reducing visibility to less than three meters. And this was definitely not ordinary fog. Not only was her vision severely obstructed, but her hearing was also almost completely deprived, because Kiaran called out several more times, but House gave her no response.

The sound can't get through...

The surroundings were as quiet as a theater before the opening ceremony; Kiarlan could even hear her own breathing and heartbeat... Her fingers gripped the hilt of her sword tightly.

"What the hell is going on..."

Buzz!

"!!"

A buzzing sound suddenly emerged from the fog behind her, like the slight fluttering of a cicada's wing. But now, all sounds would be amplified several times over in Kiaran's ears. She scanned her surroundings warily, ready to strike down the fog at the slightest movement.

But the sound vanished like a ghost, and everything returned to silence, as if nothing had happened...

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Meanwhile, on the other side...

House plunged his hand into the fog in front of him. He was also completely bewildered, but he had a bit more theoretical knowledge, so he wasn't as flustered.

He remembered that many years ago a reclusive master named Zhang Yan had taught him:

Fog forms when water vapor in the air condenses into tiny water droplets under specific conditions, thus obstructing vision. In other words, if you bump your face into fog, the fog will stick to your face and turn into water droplets.

But he was completely buried in this damn fog, yet he was still incredibly dry. And putting that aside, this damn dry bug nest, which was comparable to the African savanna, where was the water, the heat source, and the water vapor coming from?

Incidentally, Zhang Yan was his junior high school biology teacher, specializing in physics.

Therefore, based on the above, House can conclude that the thing in front of him that looks like fog is definitely not "fog", but some other strange and eerie substance.

"Chiaran! Chiaran! Chiaran—!"

The sound entered the fog as if falling into an abyss, receiving no response whatsoever. Just as House was about to try firing a lightning spear to test the waters, a woman's scream suddenly came from within the fog:

"Huh!"

"Hiss hiss hiss!!"

House turned around instantly as if struck by lightning. This time it wasn't a hallucination; he heard it clearly! It was Kiaran's voice, and the chirping of an insect!

"Damn it, was she attacked?!"

House didn't have time to think and plunged into the fog in the direction of the sound. His vision was so weak that it was only about half a meter, but he could hear the sound coming from directly in front of him—the sound of metal cutting into a carapace!

puff! !

"Ugh—!"

Oh no, that sound doesn't look good... It sounds like flesh is being torn apart. House was frantic. He wheeled his wheelchair as fast as he could towards the sound, shouting as he went:

"Hey! Feed—! Chiaran?! Are you alright?!"

Ding ding ding!

Another clanging sound of metal striking metal rang out. What the hell was she fighting with?!

With a bang, he finally broke through the fog and emerged, only to see...

Kiaran, her face covered in blood, was panting heavily. Her greatsword was stuck in the ground, and she had suffered various injuries all over her body. A black-armored giant scorpion the size of a lion or tiger lay sprawled at her feet, its head cleaved in two, green blood gushing out onto the ground.

"Holy crap... what... what happened?!"

Kiaran wearily lifted her eyelids to look at House, then knelt down with a thud, saying in an exhausted voice:

"help me..."

House nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Okay, okay! Don't touch me, I'll... I'll..."

"—?"

But the next second, House felt time stand still. His eyes almost uncontrollably popped out of their sockets, his pupils trembled wildly, and a completely incomprehensible scene appeared before his eyes.

The moment Kiaran uttered those words, a figure emerged from the mist behind her...

The other person was wearing a light blue shirt, with a cheap 3/7 parted haircut from a ten-dollar barbershop, and not-so-appropriate slim-fit jeans paired with work shoes. This outfit was absolutely terrible.

"My hair...?"

But House was all too familiar with this figure...

Because—that's him.