Chapter 223: I'm stuck, let's take a break

The meditation room of the Fiery Horse.

What is in a typical White Scar Khan's meditation room?

For example, Qin Xia, the leader of the Keshig, has incense, a cushion, an inkstone and a brush in his meditation room, and his own calligraphy works are hung on the wall.

Fu Qinghai's meditation room was very clean, with nothing in it except for the torn pages of books scattered on the floor.

Oh, and there's a woman.

Fu Qinghai was wearing only a simple pair of pants, with his upper body and bare feet. He sat on the ground, his back against the wall, frowning, holding two torn pages in his hands and comparing them repeatedly.

Many of the ancient books and materials collected and organized by Laust were written in the universal language of the Star Wars universe - Oribesh. Legend has it that it is an ancient script that originated from the Rakata Infinite Empire.

Fu Qinghai guessed that if he were to come to the Star Wars universe, he would be directly loaded with the relevant skills of "Mastery of Oribesh" by the reincarnation world, but for now he could only translate and annotate based on the alchemist's comments and statistical and logical analysis.

Fortunately, Fu Qinghai had cracked part of the Necrons' language and had rich experience. In addition, the Oribesh script was not a complex and abstract language system. Each of its letters had a one-to-one correspondence with an English letter. Fu Qinghai quickly taught himself the common language of the Star Wars universe.

Zhang Yuning sat quietly next to Fu Qinghai, holding a booklet in her hand and reading it carefully.

Warm white artificial light sprinkled in the empty room. The entire meditation room was very quiet, with only the occasional sound of turning pages of books. The scene was leisurely and harmonious.

Fu Qinghai and Zhang Yuning both share the same interest in reading.

Although going to bed was initially an impulse or a result of emotions, as time went by, both of them felt very comfortable and in tune with each other, a state that made people feel comfortable. Fu Qinghai put down the book in his hand. He had already understood most of the Oribeshi language and a small part of the ancient Sith language.

Fu Qinghai side-studied Zhang Yuning's face, his eyes moving across the woman's smooth facial lines, the inward-converging jaw angle, the ideal angle, the three-dimensional brow bone and double eyelids, the eyes were large and long, the eyelashes were slightly drooping, and the thin suspenders hung on the delicate and charming right-angled shoulders.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Yuning noticed Fu Qinghai's gaze, raised her head and looked at the man.

There was no burning desire in his eyes, only pure appreciation.

"What are you looking at?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

Zhang Yuning raised the cover of the booklet in her hand.

The Words of the Emperor.

Originally, Zhang Yuning felt that the old man she met in the refugee camp in Terra was like a liar selling magic pills under the overpass. However, Fu Qinghai told her that it would not be long before this thing would be officially legalized and become the state religion of the empire. It would also become an important force in the empire's political arena and an indispensable part of the people's livelihood.

It's not just a religion. In the Warhammer 40K universe, they can indeed realize the power of faith.

When she was still in the Conjuring Universe, Zhang Yuning once said that even for the horror movie universe, the most important thing is still knowledge. She is very interested in all the literature and materials on the supernatural. Fu Qinghai doesn't know what Zhang Yuning did for a living before entering the reincarnation world, but he knows one of her hobbies.

Zhang Yuning is the team leader of Douban's horror movie group.

A very experienced fan of supernatural horror movies.

"Have you found anything?"

Fu Qinghai asked with interest.

Zhang Yuning shook her head.

"No, it's just the same old nonsense about faith, loyalty, and persuading people to be good. Oh, and it also implicitly mentioned the possibility that the emperor is a god, as well as the doomsday prophecies and savior arguments that are common in Western values."

Fu Qinghai shrugged:

"Believe in the power of belief. This sentence is very micro-business, but it is appropriate to put it here. Perhaps it is the power of unshakable faith that helped the bishops and nuns defeat the devil. But I prefer to believe in the power of chainsaws and explosive bombs."

Hmm…

Fu Qinghai finally discovered that Zhang Yuning had dressed up today.

I put on lipstick and eye shadow, but they were very light.

That is the so-called "fake bare-face look".

During the first few days on board, apart from hanging out with Fu Qinghai all day, making up for the longing for each other after separation, and seeking physical pleasure, Zhang Yuning just stayed in the inner room of the captain's room and slept soundly. She was too lazy to put on makeup or dress up, and often walked around wearing Fu Qinghai's clothes.

Zhang Yuning has a slim and tall figure. Apart from her obsession with All Black style, she looks like a cool hot girl no matter what she wears.

Fu Qinghai is a little slow, but he is not stupid.

Of course, he was not so narcissistic as to think that Zhang Yuning dressed up for him. Fu Qinghai guessed that this was purely a comparison and competitiveness among women.

Because the charm of those three women is also obvious.

Fu Qinghai was about to say something when Zhang Yuning suddenly reached out and held the back of his hand, whispering,

"I'm sorry."

Fu Qinghai said curiously:

"Sorry for what?"

"I heard what you and Eugene said that day."

"Which day do you mean?"

"The day you incinerated the bodies of the crew members and threw them into space."

Fu Qinghai remembered.

Five days ago, with the help of the ghost baby and the symbiote, they finally transported out and cleaned up all the broken bodies remaining in the pipes of the battleship.

Otherwise, there would always be a faint stench of corpses in the lower deck.

At this point, the number of corpses and the number of casualties finally matched. In the process of the alchemist's actions, the Fiery Steed lost a total of 163 crew members, including those killed by lightsabers and torn apart by monsters.

This may be insignificant compared to the number of personnel on the entire battleship.

But that day Fu Qinghai said to Eugene:

"They are not a string of numbers."

This sentence sounds ironic. In the Warhammer 40K universe, human life is just a simple string of numbers. Fu Qinghai's original intention was: at least they were working diligently for the operation of this behemoth before they died, and they deserve respect and honor, even if it is only respect in the heart.

Perhaps it was over-interpreted by Zhang Yuning.

Because Zhang Yuning knew that Fu Qinghai never treated the natives as NPCs.

Fu Qinghai held Zhang Yuning in his arms, looked into her eyes, and said seriously and solemnly:

"You didn't do anything wrong, why are you saying sorry?"

Fu Qinghai thought that he had a clear sense of right and wrong. Yes, it was Zhang Yuning who advocated letting Lauster on board, but was she doing it for herself? She was doing it to give Upton the Philosopher's Stone as a reward. To put it bluntly, she was helping Fu Qinghai maintain his team and win over people.

Zhang Yuning looked at Fu Qinghai blankly and chuckled:

"Your silly look when you're serious is quite interesting."

Fu Qinghai also laughed and said:

"You still look so beautiful when you smile. It reminds me of the first time I saw you smile."

Zhang Yuning suppressed her smile and said with a deliberately sullen face,

"Humph, you are really good at teasing. Is that how you teased those two women?"

Fu Qinghai asked innocently:

"What woman?"

Zhang Yuning gritted her teeth, and looked at Fu Qinghai with a murderous look in her eyes:

"Jiang Yixia runs to the training cage all day long to watch you Space Marines fight. Do you think I don't know?"

Fu Qinghai spread his hands and said,

"She wants to steal our fighting skills, or she simply likes to watch the close combat of muscular guys. Who knows?"

Zhang Yuning sneered and asked,

"Then why didn't she go when you didn't go?"

"Uh." Fu Qinghai couldn't answer.

He really hadn't noticed this detail.

Zhang Yuning wrinkled her nose, but changed the subject and didn't continue to argue:

"I want to discuss something with you."

"What?"

"Lend me three thousand assimilation points."

"borrow?"

Fu Qinghai did not ask the reason or excuse, but pinched Zhang Yuning's cheek with his palm. Her pointed chin was resting in Fu Qinghai's palm, and her lips were pinched and pouted.

"Woman, you used the word 'borrow' with me?"

Fu Qinghai looked down from above, staring sharply into Zhang Yuning's narrow and dark eyes.

Zhang Yuning couldn't help laughing:

"Stop pretending to be a bossy CEO. You can't act like one."

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(End of this chapter)