Chapter 1267 - 433: Dusk Street, Huafu Dajiang (5k)_3

Standing too far away, Wen Yan’s phone couldn’t capture the details of such a small object clearly, but he could still recognize that the object should be the Ghost Bone.

The voice of Er Jingong beside him unknowingly stopped. He opened his research, face pale, staring at the main street in the distance.

He knew very well that if Wen Yan hadn’t left at a speed he couldn’t endure, he would have been dead for sure.

A living person appearing in such a place, he couldn’t think of a way he could survive there.

"You haven’t seen these things before, have you?"

"No... Haven’t seen them."

Wen Yan nodded, it would be abnormal if he had seen them.

This might be the reason why Ancient Dream is dangerous.

Ancient Dream is vast, for individuals, only a corner might be harmless.

Just like the shop Wen Yan went to last time, only the hall of that small shop was part of this corner, while the outside and back kitchen were not part of it.

Beyond the corner is where danger lies.

He calculated the time, it should be the same as last time, only the few minutes after entering Ancient Dream are relatively safe.

Exceeding this time might start to encounter danger.

So, the vast majority of people who accidentally enter Ancient Dream only experience a moment, or a few seconds, rarely even a few minutes.

This time, waited a few minutes, still no sign of leaving, it was clear this time wasn’t an entry and exit method that could happen naturally, it was intentional.

At this moment, outside the main street, came the sound of chains clinking.

Mist appeared there, eight Zombies carrying a sizable Stone Coffin emerged from the mist, entering the small town.

The bustling crowd in the town immediately cleared a path for the eight Zombies carrying the coffin to pass through.

"That’s it, right?" Wen Yan took out his phone, letting Er Jingong take a glance.

"That’s it! The coffin pulled was exactly this one!"

Before Er Jingong could finish speaking, he felt his vision blur, and his entire body flew backward.

Wen Yan stood his ground, Yang Energy suddenly erupted, blazing like fire, and with a ’whoosh’ sound, it ignited in a blaze.

Standing firm, his arms bulged, now thicker than before, the two arms propped together.

In front of him, a man dressed in elegant attire with a face as pale as if covered in lead powder, his sharp claws blocked by Wen Yan’s crossed arms.

He frowned slightly, seemed a bit surprised, his sharp nails merely scratched the outer layer of Wen Yan’s arm a little.

The toughness not like that of a human, instead resembling a Great Zombie.

But the flames burning from Wen Yan, the enormous Yang Energy wasn’t only Yang Energy, causing him significant discomfort.

The man in the elegant attire blinked out of sight, appearing several meters away from Wen Yan.

Wen Yan clasped his hands, casually formed a hand seal, dispersing the power stuck in his arm.

This was recently researched, the downside was it blocked channels, creating immense pressure, muscles would stiffen and sensitivity would plummet, but the advantage was maintaining high strength and toughness of skin and flesh under such circumstances.

Instantly, the strength of the skin and flesh could exceed the current strength of bones directly.

He glanced at the wound on his arm, threads of black ash spreading swiftly around the area of broken skin.

He was poisoned.

But without doing anything, the Corpse Poison was absorbed by the black fingernail on his left middle finger.

The man in elegant attire naturally saw this scene, and was even more surprised.

Wen Yan moved his body slightly, grinned.

"Why fight as soon as we meet, locals here truly lack manners."

He wasn’t afraid of Corpse Poison, and he was far too familiar with the opponent’s Blink...

The Little Zombie at home blinked onto him every day, sometimes onto his chest, sometimes onto his back.

When he felt the crisis, that familiar feeling appeared, he knew what move the opponent was using.

The man in elegant attire assessed Wen Yan, nodded.

"Not bad."

"I am the most polite one, if someone salutes me, I must return the courtesy."

In the next moment, Wen Yan applied Explosive Great Sun Blessing to himself, stepped forward, and disappeared from the original place as if moving at Blink-like speed, crossing 40-50 meters in a single step, instantly appearing atop the man in elegant attire.

Faintly in the air, there was a roaring sound, as the elegantly dressed man was about to blink out upon contact, his figure was already crashing out as if hit by a truck, with a ’whoosh’ flying back.

Blazing flames surged forth, Yang Energy ten times more massive than before, instantly enveloped the area within a few kilometers.

Wen Yan froze in place, ten meters ahead of him, a charred black path.

At the end of the path, the man in elegant attire stood, chest charred, hunched slightly.

He looked at his own chest, then raised his head, looking at Wen Yan.

"Fuyu Great Spear Soldier?"

"I’m merely an ordinary Fuyu Mountain disciple, don’t even have a Taoist name."

Wen Yan had heard of such a title, Fuyu Mountain disciple practices Martial Path, can fight bare-handed, but to exert the strongest power naturally uses weapons, the most suitable being the Big Spear.

Only this title hadn’t been used for a very long time.

The most skilled in boxing, Qin Kun, preferred bare-handed fighting.

Knowing this title, must be an ancient Zombie from at least hundreds of years ago.

The elegantly dressed man’s chest’s charred mark disappeared rapidly, the slightly sunken chest restored to normal, followed closely by his elegant clothing unnaturally restoring to normal appearance.

He smoothed his clothes, flattening them.

"Alright, the courtesy exchange is done, no more fighting, since when has Fuyu Mountain become so formidable, a disciple without a Taoist name is so strong."

"How should I address you?"

"I’ve forgotten my name, you can call me whatever you like, but since you’re here, don’t think of going back."