Azure exhaust flames carved putrid musical trajectories in the void. Gilded notes from "Rainbow Skirt Dance" peeled away, revealing squirming corpse-poison mycelium beneath. Lin Wan stared at the fleshy buds sprouting from console cracks—those pinkish growths pulsed to the melody, exuding the rosewater scent of Yang Yuhuan bathing in Huaqing Pool.
"Fuel contamination at 37%..." The fetus's vertical pupil projected holographic data onto the bridge, its milky voice laced with static. "Mama, bugs are eating the song."
Terracotta Shen's bronze hand slammed the console! Putrid fluid splattered from ceramic joints as Tang dynasty gongche notation symbols struggled in the sludge. "Navigation...compromised by reverse corpse-toxin corrosion!" His vocal cords grated like rusted gears, while his neck joint unnaturally twisted, revealing Empress Wu's hairpin engraving. "Three spatial turbulence waves before...Mystery Box Universe 42!"
First Wave: Sea of Rotting Notes
The starship lurched violently. Floating musical debris beyond the viewport exploded, releasing translucent palace maidens' vengeful spirits shrouded in corpse poison. Their silk sleeves unfurled not fabric, but death-probability clouds woven from Trisolaran sophons!
"Cut thrusters!" Lin Wan's obstetric glove plunged into the console's tumorous mass. As she tore through viscous tissue, the engine core was exposed—the bronze bell striker now overgrown with moss-like Buddhist scriptures. Inside the bell chamber, miniature Napoleon zombies scraped the walls with Egyptian scarabs, carving "Waterloo" curses in Old French.
"Corpse toxin fermented the sheet music...into a culture medium?" She sneered, yanking out an intestine-like fuel line. Floating inside were fragments of Burmese monks' wooden fish, each branded with Theravada binary rebirth mantras.
The fetus's vertical pupil suddenly focused: "Nine o'clock...something delicious!"
Second Wave: Droplet Graveyard
Millions of Trisolaran Droplet fragments formed a silver vortex. Their mirrored surfaces no longer reflected nebulae, but frozen death grimaces of colonists—quantum foam from Cyber-Mengbo Soup bubbled inside their gaping mouths.
"Vacuum decay bubbles reactivating!" Terracotta Shen's chest emitted Zhou Yongnian's distorted electronic voice. "The Droplet cluster is draining...the fetus's antimatter energy!"
A serpentine pupil—Cleopatra's—snapped open within the largest Droplet. Its forked tongue flickered with Shen Ai's fractured mechanical tone: "Junior sister...surrender the fetus...for undying mech..."
Lin Wan kicked the console in fury! Crimson light erupted from the blood-jade imprint as Terracotta Shen's bronze crossbow auto-loaded. The arrowhead morphed into a roaring Qin war chariot mid-flight, its wheels churning cryo-embryo ice shards through the Droplet swarm!
"Using corpses as shields?" Her bloody finger stabbed the hologram. "Baby, whet their appetite!"
The fontanelle wormhole violently expanded. The shimmering form of Myanmar's Shwedagon Pagoda crashed through the void, its spire piercing the serpent eye—inside, chants from a hundred thousand devotees boiled Mengbo Soup into scalding memory acid rain!
Third Wave: Mystery Box Rift
Amid the acrid stench of acid-scorched hull plating, the cosmic curtain tore open a bleeding gash. Beyond echoed Waterloo's muddy hoofbeats mingled with zombie throat decay. Napoleon's bicorne hat pierced the dimensional membrane, its brim crawling with pharaoh scarab compound eyes.
"Mystery Box Universe 42..." Terracotta Shen's eye sockets flickered. "Detecting...Cyber-Mengbo Soup production facility!"
The sludge churned beneath zombie boots. From rotting corpses stretched a mechanical arhat's metallic arm, its palm cradling a quantum bowl brimming with fluorescent liquid: "Drink and forget..." Thirty hourglasses sank in its depths, each grain of sand containing deleted reader rage.
Lin Wan's glove suddenly convulsed! Golden filaments sprouted into scalpels, blades aimed at Napoleon's chest—where beneath a scarab carapace, Theravada sutras carved by Qin crossbows were dissolving.
"So the Mystery Box is bait..." She licked acid rain from her knuckles, tasting the warlord's cigar. "Someone keeps zombie legions...as guard dogs!"
Blood-tears welled in the fetus's vertical pupil. Droplets coalesced into two distorted stellar coordinates on the console:
A. Trisolaran Homeworld · Ocean of Repentants Drowned in Mengbo Soup
B. Andromeda Colonial HQ · Slave Atonement Steles Forested with Qin Arrows
"Mama choose..." The infant's sonic cry shook rust from the hull. "...which to eat first?"
Terracotta Shen's ceramic hand slammed onto Coordinate A. Blackish corpse-poison oozed from bronze joints, staining a third option:
C. Jump to Cyber-Buddha's Ascension Site · Server Clusters Reeking of Corpse-Incense
The console tumor bulged violently, bursting with Empress Wu's deranged shriek: "Good child...return to Buddha-Mother's womb!"