Chapter 1392: The Woodworm and the Old Man. Continued

It would be fine if no one saw it.

If they were seen by people, like now, the termites would be caught by humans and would have no power to fight back.

It knows humans' attitude towards bugs.

Humans don't like bugs.

As soon as we see a bug, we basically kill it.

It's not a bug.

It's a monster.

But in the eyes of humans, it is just a bug.

It doesn't want to die so unjustly.

Although humans may know that it is a monster, they want to kill it.

Humans don't like monsters.

Especially a weak and useless monster like it.

The old man was stunned.

Did he just hear something?
He reached out and rubbed his ears.

I'm really getting old. I even have auditory hallucinations.

It turns out that you can’t refuse to accept your old age.

"let me go!"

Seeing that the old man had no reaction, the woodcutter became more and more panicked.

Don't let it be killed!

The old man suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He heard it again.

Not an auditory hallucination.

it is true!

The source of that sound.
The old man raised the insect in his hand and asked, "Were you the one who was talking just now?"

The bugs spoke?!

The old man looked incredulous.

How can it be?

But-
"let me go!"

The woodworm shouted angrily at the old man.

His body kept struggling between the old man's fingers.

……

it is true.

The bugs really spoke.

The old man had a sense of absurdity in his heart.

He already had one foot in the coffin, but at the end of his life, he actually experienced such a miraculous thing...

The familiar world in his eyes became a little strange.

His three views were severely impacted.

He actually heard a bug talking? !
He took a slow, deep breath.

wrong.

Since you can talk...

“Are you a bug?”

The old man suspected that this was not a bug at all, at least not an ordinary bug.

He had seen many insects, but none of them could speak human language like this one.

……

"I'm not a bug!"

The unknown insect-like creature screamed angrily.

But because of the childish voice, it sounded like a child throwing a tantrum to the old man.

The old man's brows relaxed slightly, and the corners of his mouth even curled up slightly.

……

"I'm a monster!"

……

The old man's expression froze.

Monster?!

He subconsciously asked, "What monster?"

……

"Worm."

"I am a woodworm."

The little monster shouted word by word.

……

After a brief conversation, the air fell into silence and a stagnant atmosphere spread.

The old man's lips moved, but he was speechless for a moment.

蠹？
First of all, this woodworm can speak, so it is not the woodworm he knew before.

Or, is this an ordinary termite that has become a spirit?

A monster...?

……

"Hey, let me go first."

Seeing that the old man had no follow-up response, Qu glanced at the old man's expression and deliberately slowed down his tone.

"It hurts when you pinch me like this."

It also made it a little frightened.

What if this human accidentally uses too much force, wouldn't it suffer?
Although it is not so weak that it can be killed by a pinch from humans, as that would make it no different from an insect, it is not completely insensitive.

It also hurts.

……

The old man came back to his senses. He held the insect in one hand and pushed his reading glasses with the other.

This is a snow-white insect, no, a monster.

The visual effect is like white jade, and it does not look like an ordinary thing.

Even the feel is like the finest warm jade.

The old man rubbed his fingers gently.

……

"let me go."

Seeing that the human was just staring at it without relaxing the strength in his hands at all, the termite could not help but scream again.

"Let me go first."

"I do not go."

"You can take your time and watch."

It also understands that humans are somewhat curious when they see monsters.

However, it was not sure about the attitude of the human in front of it towards monsters, whether he was rejecting or friendly?

In short, as long as it is free, it will have much more room for maneuver.

Humans may be stronger than it, but it is still somewhat confident in its speed.

How could humans, who are so big, run faster than it?
……

The old man seemed to be somewhat persuaded by the woodcutter.

His fingers moved slightly.

The woodworm's eyes lit up.

However, the old man squeezed the beetle tightly and asked again, "You really won't run away?"

Although he was surprised that the bug spoke, he was also surprised that the bug said it was a monster.

However, after the initial shock and disbelief, the old man was not very afraid.

It was obvious that even if it was a monster, it was a weak monster that could not break free once it was pinched by him.

Even the voice is like that of a child.

At least... this monster is not the cruel monster that kills people as described in some strange stories.

It's more like the monsters in the storybooks that children read.

The old man didn't let it go not because he was worried that the other monster would hurt him, but because he was worried about what would happen if the little monster took the opportunity to run away?
He finally saw a monster.

Even though he was quite old, he was still as excited as a child at this moment.

That's why he repeatedly sought assurance from the little monster, "You really won't run away?"

"I won't hurt you."

"Don't run away."

……

"understood."

"I won't run away!"

The termite repeatedly assured.

Humans are such talkative people!

The termite was a little crazy.

I told you it won't run away.

It always keeps its word.

Of course, the premise is that this human really will not harm it as he says.

Otherwise, it is not a fool and will naturally escape.

……

The old man put the woodworm on the bookshelf and carefully let go of his hand.

Staring at the termite without blinking.

The termite stretched itself.

I just felt my breathing suddenly become easier.

Being controlled by others is not a pleasant experience.

The air of freedom is the sweetest.

……

Looking at the termite twisting left and right, the old man couldn't help but smile.

The wrinkles at the corners of the eyes smooth out.

Noticing this, the wart felt a little uncomfortable and stopped his actions.

"What?"

"I'm stretching my muscles."

"Who told you to pinch me for so long?"

In the old man's eyes, the bared-fangs and claws of the termite seemed to be quite timid.

The smile on the old man's face became a little more obvious.

……

"Have you been here all this time?"

"In this bookstore?"

The old man asked curiously.

"Ah."

Seeing that the old man really had no intention of harming it as he said, the termite relaxed a little and started chatting with this human.

Sometimes, just occasionally, it actually wants to find someone to talk to.

"I watched your hair turn gray."

The termite was somewhat proud.

"When you first opened your store, there was a time..."

The fool told the story of the old man's past embarrassment.

Looking at the worm who was beaming with joy and even gloating, the old man looked a little embarrassed and helpless, but his brows were relaxed and there was a faint smile in his eyes.

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