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The new year had already slipped past the door and wandered off somewhere into the cold night, but it was very much alive inside the Pocket Dwelling. It smelled like a celebration. It felt like a celebration. If the new year had a color, it would have been hanging in the air.
A misty sheen of condensation clung to the wide brass horn of the Gramophone as she puffed out a thin curl of steam. The steam slid across the air in lazy, greedy spirals before brushing against the enormous locust head laid out in front of them.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Tap!
"Insect Luminary~~~" the Gramophone wifey tapped out a beat and sang, stretching the final note in a slow, lingering rhythm.
Li Banfeng had never heard the term before. "What's an insect luminary?"
"It's one of the leaders among Entomic Cultivators," she said. "It's even stronger than a land deity."
She paused, then added, "Wait… this isn't an ordinary insect luminary. Let me smell it. Yes. This thing has received another kind of providence. I can't be wrong. There's no mistake. Someone has bestowed a fateful transformation upon it. This is truly good stuff. Very good stuff!"
The enormous locust head's antennae continued to tremble. It did not look entirely dead. If anything, it seemed terrified.
More and more droplets gathered along the rim of the horn, clinging there until they slid down in thin trails. Wifey was barely holding herself back from lunging at it. Yet even as her hunger surged, a flicker of caution remained.
She still wanted to know where that head had come from.
"Heyaaaaaaaa~ Husband dear~ Where did this insect luminary's head come from?"
Li Banfeng answered honestly. "The Peddler sold it to me."
"The Peddler? Sold it to you?" The Gramophone's voice rose in disbelief. "How could...
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