After passing through the book, I snatched the female villain

Zhou Lian already had speculation in his mind.

There are already clues as to where the corpse oil in the perfume comes from and which insect it is extracted from.

Everything revolves around Mu Yola.

Valerdis may have thought that there was still a female insect of his race that survived, but the reality was that it was just a corpse that was hidden somewhere.

And he finally understood why Terrara and Valerdis smelled two completely opposite smells.

Valerdis was of a high level, and what he smelled was the aroma formed by a mixture of aphrodisiacs and hallucinogens. Terrala's ability was far superior to theirs, and what he smelled was the stench of corpses covered by countless scents.

Terrala, who had always been active, now lost his voice. He didn't say anything when he learned the truth, but fell into an unusual silence.

Zhou Lian didn't ask Daryl too much about Muyola's family. This race is too mysterious and special, and the more people mention it, the more dangerous Valertis's situation becomes.

There are still some experimental equipment confiscated in Daryl's holding room. Zhou Lian walked to his messy table and reached out to put away the small glass bottles containing perfume.

He just casually glanced at the items on the table, but suddenly saw a black feather in the darkness of the corner of Daryl's table.

Zhou Lian paused for a moment. He picked up the feather and frowned at the shape of the feather.

Daryl was still packing his utensils. In his cell, he secretly brought in experimental objects from outside. In order to prevent them from being discovered by military females, he would always scatter these objects in hidden corners of the cell.

"Brother Lian..." Darrel turned his head. He originally planned to complain a few more words, but the moment he saw the feathers on Zhou Lian's hand, he suddenly lost his voice and froze in place.

Zhou Lian looked at the feather. It was a very ordinary blackbird feather. Compared with the feather Valerdis gave him, there were no golden lines on the feather and no glass-like carvings on the root.

But the white shaft of that feather was printed with complicated red insect inscriptions. Zhou Lian stared at it intently for a few seconds, but couldn't figure out what the insect text on it meant.

There was no blood on Daryl's face, his still green brows and eyes darkened, and his heart was shrouded in a sense of threat.

This kind of black feathers with red stripes is well known to the Zerg tribe.

According to the reward notices posted by the military, nearly 90% of the criminals in the first 100 were all in the same organization.

Their name is Stroker.

Stroker is different from the military. They are all abnormal females with violent tendencies. These females are either madmen or geniuses. They mostly operate in the black market and specialize in assassination.

And every female insect that joins Strok will get a black feather. The red stripes on the black feathers hint at their rank and status, as well as their identity.

Daryl only joined the organization a year ago. He was quite proficient in drug making, and he was quickly spotted by one of the regional commanders and became a minor subordinate in his regional rule.

Every time Daryl completes a mission, the red stripes on the quill will deepen a little deeper. When all the white quills turn red, he can be upgraded to become a new regional leader.

At the same time, glass fragments will also be added to the roots of his feathers.

Daryl aspires to become the first regional leader in Strok known for his drug production. It's just that in the new mission, Daryl failed in his plot to poison the male insect, and was directly caught by the military female and sent to the royal prison.

Let alone becoming the regional leader, Daryl has never even met the overall leader of Strok.

The more Daryl thinks about it, the more miserable he feels. He is now struggling in prison, and he relies almost entirely on Zhou Lian to survive safely until now.

Daryl let go of the concentrated mental power in his hand, his eyelids drooped, and he said: "Brother Zhou Lian, I actually..."

"What kind of bird feathers are these?" Zhou Lian interrupted his conversation. He twisted the base of the feathers and said casually.

Daryl swallowed the words he was about to spit out in an instant. He looked at Zhou Lian playing with the feather and said in surprise: "You don't recognize this feather?"

Zhou Lian tilted his head slightly. He was silent for a few seconds and then said, "I don't know him."

Daryl's Adam's apple twitched, and he couldn't tell the truth from Zhou Lian's words for a moment. Except for the little bug cub, all the knowledgeable bugs know about Strok, but Zhou Lian doesn't know about it?

Daryl breathed a sigh of relief. Whether it was true or not, since Zhou Lian said this, it showed that he had no intention of threatening Daryl.

Daryl tried his best to think the best, and he followed Zhou Lian's words and said: "These are the feathers of the Zerg four-winged bird. The feathers of this bird are very smelly. I hung them outside to dry for several days, just to Bring this feather in and make it a specimen."

Zhou Lian nodded, placed the feather on the corner of the table at its original position, and did not ask any more questions.

The things on the table were a little messy. Zhou Lian stuffed the perfume and test sheets into the pocket of his prison uniform, then walked out.

Daryl was relieved when he saw this.

"You should hide important things." Zhou Lian said quietly as he passed by him, "I have seen a four-winged bird, and I have also seen a military female."

Daryl's expression was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He turned his head and saw that Zhou Lian had walked out of the iron door of his holding room.

His often thin back disappeared from sight in just a moment. Daryl's eyelashes trembled and he looked at the black feather at the corner of his table.

The feather is still hidden in the darkness.

Zhou Lian noticed an unusual aura the moment he stepped out of the iron door. He paused for a moment and turned to look at the corridor behind him.

The corridor was as clean and empty as ever. Zhou Lian glanced at the shadows falling on the white tiles, and then looked away.

He seemed to have seen nothing and just walked slowly along the stairs to the top floor.

Valertis leaned against the corner of the corridor, his back pressed against the wall, and he raised his head wordlessly. The narrow eye sockets opened slightly, and the ends of Valertis's eyes slowly turned a little red.

The short sleeves of his prison uniform were still the same, but standing in the same thin and cool air, he lost his previous temperature and only felt the biting cold.

[Valertis, the Duyora clan is dead. 】

[Go and bring their bodies back. 】

The distant voice of the Insect Mother seemed to ring in his ears again. Valerdis swallowed the soreness in his throat and lowered his eyelashes, covering all the murderous intent in his eyes.

The Muyola clan is dead. They all died in the massacre.

This is a reality that Valertis has long known.

He just didn't want to believe that he smelled the scent of his race on Naila. Valerdis still harbored a sense of luck. Maybe there were other insects that survived, and maybe the insect god took pity on them.

However, it does not.

Valertis turned and descended the stairs, and in a matter of minutes he was walking across the iron quarry. Across a clearly visible area line, his eyes locked on Naira.