Chapter 49: Chapter 43: Ancient God’s Seal, Bald at the Crown
Qin Hong opened her eyes and looked at this unbelievable world.
A murky expanse.
Everywhere was shrouded in darkness, where nothing could be seen. Underfoot was vaguely a bluish stone walkway, and in the distance were faint, classical buildings.
"Am I walking on a path?"
"Is it another nightmare?"
Ever since that incident, although the immediate crisis was resolved and I didn’t fall into working at a nightclub, becoming the person I hated as a child... I’ve become very sleepy and my spirit is lethargic.
Nor did I dare to tell my sister the truth of the matter.
But she still discovered the anomaly with my hair.
I could only vaguely say that I had changed to a new hairstyle.
Although she looked bewildered, she didn’t really believe this statement and thought I was bullied by some pranksters.
After all, being mysteriously shaved clean by a Demon God is too bizarre; what’s the purpose?
Afterwards, all she could do was to incessantly search historical records, folklore, ancient records, and even the aboriginal myths of this new continent, in an attempt to understand her anomaly.
Ghost shaving!
She found this kind of ancient folklore,
She vaguely heard about such stories from elders in the countryside as a child, about ghost shaving, where one suddenly loses a patch of scalp and then becomes lethargic.
Her symptoms matched completely.
"Ghost shaving happens from time to time in folklore, it seems that terrifying existence has existed in this world for a long, long time."
The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, as if goosebumps were rising all over her skin, trembling all over.
"It constantly lurks, bargaining with people! Trading wealth, longevity, strength, wisdom... Those who’ve traded have a hallmark: a bald patch at the top of their head."
She had researched that her hair had permanently lost the follicles, meaning it couldn’t grow back under normal conditions!
"With such a bodily feature, I will spend the rest of my life... For a girl, this is sheer torture and suffering!"
Thinking this, she continued along the path.
Soon, she saw endless souls twisting around her, as if entering the hell of the Yellow Springs, and at the center of this terrifying sight stood a figure.
It bore a giant octopus head, floating with the wind, towering vast above the land, like an unimaginable giant, at least ten thousand feet tall.
"We meet again."
Fu Qingjun gazed down and slowly spoke.
"Yes." Qin Hong remained silent for a moment. She knew the demon wouldn’t let her go and was prepared for it.
"The transaction only officially begins now, doesn’t it?" she said, looking up in a deep voice.
Fu Qingjun paused, his voice vast, "Why would you think that?"
"I’ve checked a lot of ancient mythology data, the demon’s transaction with humans, even the demon descriptions from the Bible," she said. "Balding? Just a patch of hair taken? That’s not even a transaction!"
"How could the whole matter be so simple?"
She showed despair, full of bitterness, "It’s merely some divine-demon kin’s mark, mortals who’ve traded with demons all have certain traits, totems, marks...."
"And before me, the transaction you want only just begins, right?"
Fu Qingjun stayed silent for a few seconds.
All I originally intended was a sampling experiment.
"You’re very insightful."
"Our transaction, only begins now..."
Fu Qingjun’s voice was icy, looking down at her as if indifferently surveying the world, terrifying and evil mutters emanated,
"Everything in this world has its price. You gain what you desire, in exchange comes the cost you must pay, and your cost is to work for me... to work for an Ancient God!"
"And naturally, you will receive due compensation."
"Opportunities that are unimaginable to all mortals in this world, even the Monarchs, nobles, and clans of the human realm..., that is the authority to create life! It’s the ladder for a species’ evolutionary leap! It’s the bargaining chip I hold with various civilizations!"
"Throughout long history, I had already guessed your existence."
Qin Hong paused, then suddenly bent and bowed, speaking, "You left an imprint on humanity, even, it might be hereditary to my descendants."
"Yes, if I pass it down, my descendants may have a certain probability of balding..."
Fu Qingjun was momentarily dumbfounded, failing to react instantly.
"That’s right!!"
Qin Hong gazed up high, having seen through everything, exclaimed loudly, "All those who bald, one of their ancestors may have traded with you, this Ancient trader, causing their descendants to also...."
If everything truly matched her speculation... it was too terrifying!
This world harbors such a horrifying secret!!!!
She seemed to see an Ancient God eternally existing, walking the earth, constantly trading, moving among humans, imprinting the human race with divine-demon marks.
"And now, you’ve stamped my head too, haven’t you?" she pointed to the perfectly round bald patch at the top of her head.
Fu Qingjun: "???"
He looked at Qin Hong completely flabbergasted.
What does it mean?
I’ve already been kind enough; losing hair is better than selling yourself, right? And I’ve carefully ensured you weren’t completely bald, only bald in the middle, and yet you...
Had I known, I would have simply made you completely bald to save all this trouble.
Furthermore, you even blamed human history’s hair loss on me?
Is this right?
Making it seem like I don’t experience hair loss too. I am just a regular human like you; I even lost all my hair twice a few days ago.
Besides, the majority of humanity’s thousands of years of hair loss history is hereditary, why link it with me, making it seem like it’s due to our trade!
Fu Qingjun felt genuinely wronged, and thought they simply weren’t on the same wavelength.
But upon rational consideration, it made sense.
Knowing himself to just be pretending to be a Demon God, being merely an ordinary human with abundant hair, easily knocked down by any burly fighter.
The special thing was, finding the world too dangerous, so I’d been lying low, staying indoors, avoiding going out, planning to rear a tower of ants in a residential building.
However, from Qin Hong’s perspective, experiencing such a terrifying thing, trading with a Demon God, nervously researching historical data, looking for the slightest traces of divine and demonic myths, was most normal... Because logically, since this god claimed to trade frequently with the mundane world, there must be some historical traces left behind...
"Yes, thus I found traces of your existence in history, this is the truth of history."
Qin Hong pointed to her head, her voice hoarse, tinged with deep fear.
"Yes, that’s absolutely right!!!"
Qin Hong murmured, dazed, her gaze flickering, feeling a great horror, hollering loudly to the sky, "This world originally had no balding! It’s simply that trading too much with you, this mysterious existence, caused humanity to have balding!!!!"
BOOM!!
With her voice, it seemed to transform into eternity!
Thunder rumbled, the spirit sea swayed, the whole world shook.
Silence suddenly fell over everything for a while.
...Lu Xun?
Fu Qingjun felt it too difficult, stayed silent for a long time, waving enormous shadowy tentacles in the sky, saying, "Oh foolish mortal... you actually discovered the truth of history."