Chapter 1269 - 434: Dream Person, Direction in My Hands (5k)_2

After taking a bite, he paused slightly, discovering a faint trace of Yang Energy inside, but that wasn’t the main point; the main point was that he could taste the flavor.

"No wonder it’s Fuyu Mountain, they’ve got things like this; I haven’t seen it before. What’s it called?"

"Millennium Fruit."

"Can it be planted?" Huafu Dajiang asked with a hint of anticipation.

"Uh..." Wen Yan stared at Huafu Dajiang, utterly surprised, not expecting the other to ask this question.

"Can’t it be? I feel like there are seeds inside? Are the seeds inside?"

"This fruit is hybrid, planting with seeds might not yield the same result, so... not really doable, especially here, it’s even less likely."

Huafu Dajiang bit into a small tomato, savoring the taste, a bit of regret showing on his face.

Since he couldn’t leave, if he could grow something here that he could taste, it would be somewhat hopeful.

"What a pity..."

Huafu Dajiang looked at the few fruits left, feeling that keeping them seemed stingy, but eating them all at once might also be somewhat impolite?

Yes, exactly that.

Huafu Dajiang changed his mind and decided to keep the remaining fruits for later.

Having a longing is already the most extravagant thing for him.

"Old brother’s clothing, wasn’t something anyone could wear back then, right?"

"Probably, I can’t remember clearly."

"Does the old brother remember how he became undead?"

"I don’t remember either. Oh, I remember a bit; I think it was illness, eventually waking up in the coffin, sleeping and waking, and then finally coming out, ending up here.

The only thing I remember is how chaotic the world was those years.

Wars were everywhere, there was a powerful one with the surname Zhu, and something else, can’t recall."

"Oh, got it." Wen Yan understood immediately, looking back two thousand years, among those with the surname Zhu, someone powerful enough to be remembered by this seemingly forgetful Great Zombie, there could only be one left.

This Great Zombie might be a figure from six or seven hundred years ago.

"Alright, let’s not talk about that. What’s the situation here?"

"Just as you see, no living person here, every night it turns like this.

Once you leave, no matter how far, you end up coming back here.

As for those guys, don’t mind them; they pose no threat to you.

You only need to worry about occasionally intruding other things here, each more problematic than the last.

Last time, a Spectral Bird appeared, my power was completely ineffective against it, fortunately, it wasn’t interested in things here and left quickly."

They were just talking when Huafu Dajiang suddenly raised his head, looking toward where he came from.

The slight rustling sound emerged, and the mist began to gradually darken, rolling amid which a seven or eight-meter-long translucent creature, resembling a stingray, emerged from the mist.

The creature stirred its wings, kicking up a whirlwind, swiftly flying in the direction down the main street.

"Things like this, since you are alive, it might take an interest in you."

Before Huafu Dajiang finished speaking, he paused.

Because that giant beast, carrying the whirlwind, flew over the main street without even glancing down, nor looking towards Wen Yan.

The giant beast quickly flew past the main street, towards a more distant place.

Meanwhile, at the street’s edge, the mist continued darkening, the rustling sounds echoing.

Upon hearing this sound, Wen Yan’s expression slightly changed.

He had heard this sound before.

Indeed, the next moment, the mist turned completely black, darkness surged like a grand curtain toward the main street.

The dark rush swiftly enveloped the mountain where Wen Yan stood, the darkness flooding from afar.

"There’s no time left, run quickly, this is the most terrifying thing here, wherever it goes, everything will be devoured, if you make it back here tomorrow night, everything might restore, or it might not, leaving it up to fate." Huafu Dajiang blinked and vanished from sight.

Huafu Dajiang sat on the stone coffin, carried by several zombies, as they rapidly sped towards the end of the street.

Meanwhile, everything at the street’s edge started becoming engulfed by darkness.

Wen Yan grabbed Er Jingong and dashed towards the mountain edge, heading for the front end.

He saw a zombie running slowly, its back getting swallowed by the approaching dark curtain, his friend pulled him a hand.

Yet what was pulled over was only the front, without the back, the zombie’s back skull along with its whole reverse disappeared.

The zombie took two steps forward before completely falling over.

And the dark curtain seemed to rage, the rustling sound turned piercing, surrounding darkness swarmed in, and within moments, the dark curtain swallowed it, the last desperate howl vanished into the darkness, leaving only that rustling sound.

Wen Yan hardened his face, sprinting frantically.

The Er Jingong, carried by Wen Yan, gripped tightly onto a few pieces of small tomato Wen Yan casually gave earlier, witnessed the scene, resigning to desperation without resistance.

"Sir, just toss me away, don’t let me drag you down."

"Quit the nonsense, better continue with what you haven’t finished saying, keep talking, I want to hear every detail, close your eyes if scared."

Wen Yan cursed twice, his tone not kind, but Er Jingong, upon hearing, felt a mix of emotions.