hunt and eat

Chapter 465 Twin Dreams, Memory Corridor

"Everyone respects me, but only I know..."

"Compared to... I'm just mediocre."

"But who cares about that? Even... the night of leaving, people are just cheering for the ultimatum."

"Hehe, do they really understand the true meaning of [Annihilation]?"

An indistinct voice came intermittently from the ear, and Guta felt the darkness around him, trying to open his eyes, but he still couldn't do so.

I don't know how long it took, until the voice talking to himself completely disappeared, and the control over himself finally returned to the body.

"I'm... where?"

In a daze, Guta suddenly opened his eyes.

What you can see is a piece of wheat waves flying wantonly in the autumn wind, like a golden ocean.

The smell of autumn harvest mixed with the aroma of green grass and ripe rice penetrated into Guta's nose, making him unconsciously feel a little familiar.

Strange, why do I feel familiar?

Guta's little hand tightly grasped a stalk of rice that he didn't know when he held it in his palm, feeling inexplicably confused.

He knew very well that he had never been to a place like this in his life, nor had he seen a native rice field, so it was logically impossible for him to have such a sense of familiarity.

Wait...what's wrong?

Suddenly feeling a trace of incongruity in the ancient tower, he suddenly raised his hand.

It was a hand that might belong to a seven or eight-year-old child, but it definitely wouldn't belong to the giant-looking man whose height had reached [-] meters.

"How is it possible..." Guta murmured absentmindedly, looking at the slightly thin palms between the pale, Guta felt a sense of absurdity for no reason.

How similar is this to when I first came to this world?

Did you pass through again?

This is impossible!

Some frantically wanted to roar out, but Guta was shocked to find that his voice was so weak that his lungs began to ache just by making a sound of this level, as if a fire was burning in his chest .

The next moment, accompanied by a violent cough and retching, Guta bowed his body in pain, and when he stood up again in embarrassment, the ears of wheat in his palm were already stained with blood.

"Consumption? Or something else?"

"This body..."

Before he had time to figure it out, an anxious voice filled with infinite concern suddenly sounded from afar.

"Neva!"

Raising his head in confusion, Guta saw a young man about thirteen or fourteen years old running towards him with a haystack on his back.

His body was so weak that it was almost crippled, so his reaction was extremely slow, and before he could react, he was hugged tightly by the other party.

"Are you all right...does it matter?" The young man skillfully opened Guta's mouth, put his head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. After confirming that he didn't really have an illness, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that he and this body are brothers.

Guta guessed secretly, and only then did he finally have time to look at the other party.

It was a beautiful black-haired young man with a handsome face. Just looking at it now, he knew that he would be a handsome boy in the future. He was wearing a thin animal skin similar to the one he wore when he first crossed over from the ancient tower.

Of course, compared to that unlucky guy, this one in front of him is much stronger.

Although Guta didn't react to the lightning-fast running just now, he could roughly estimate the opponent's level.

It won't be worse than when I first arrived in Paley.

This kind of thing is almost a miracle.

You know, the ancient pagoda has a system.

"I'm fine, why are you here..." With the support of the other party, Guta endured the severe pain in his chest and abdomen, and wanted to say something to find out about the current situation.

But before Guta really said anything, the other party seemed to have not heard his voice, and said to himself:

"Silbaz told me that in other parts of the continent, there are many things that can heal injuries, such as flowers of life, ancient secret medicines, etc... maybe you can also find medicines that can make you recover. "

"Then I was thinking..."

"Yes, hunter, Neva, your mind is still as good as ever... Of course we are together, I will not leave you alone, and becoming a hunter has always been your wish, hasn't it?"

After asking several questions in succession, I found that the ancient tower that I was talking about with the other party gradually realized one thing.

There is a high probability that this is not the real world, but someone's memory corridor.

No matter what you do, you can't change the established facts that have happened.

So he simply closed his mouth, quietly listening to the other party, trying to understand the reason why he appeared here.

However, just as he was thinking this way, the other party suddenly stopped speaking.

No, not just that.

The wind that was blowing by my ears from time to time has become completely silent at some point, and the sea of ​​golden rice rolling like waves has completely stagnated as if frozen.

Raising his head slowly, Guta's pupils suddenly shrank.

I saw a large number of ears of wheat hovering in the air above his head, motionless.

Looking at everything around him that was instantly frozen, he was just about to try to do something, but found that the distant picture began to blur visibly to the naked eye in a burst of distortion, and then moved from far to near to his position at an extremely alarming speed rushed.

At the same time, wisps of white mist rose rapidly from the bottom of the feet, and eventually swallowed everything around, and even the vision of the ancient pagoda was completely lost.

When his sight became clear again, he was already in a bustling wine market with the loud noises in his ears.

Looking at the familiar but slightly unfamiliar bar around and the semi-outdoor structure above, Guta immediately understood where this place was.

Hunter's Gathering House in East Doruma - a public drinking place!

Although the scale and the number of hunters on the scene at this time are far from being as exaggerated as in reality, some signs of prosperity can already be seen.

So, this place is still a memory, and it is a memory from who knows how many years ago?
Guta thought for a while, and then raised his hand subconsciously.

It was a pair of palms that were slightly longer than before.

And compared to the pale complexion before, it is obviously much healthier now, with a little wheat color.

With a palm on his shoulder, Guta turned his head and saw the black-haired young man looking at him with a smile on his face.

Looking at the facial features, eyebrows and eyes, as well as the unreal handsome face, Guta realized in an instant that this should be the brother in his previous memory.

Compared to his youth, he has obviously matured a lot, but compared to these changes in appearance, what is more obvious is his aura.

I don't know why, but the ancient tower, which still maintains its own perception ability in memory, can clearly feel a huge coercion like a silent ocean wave from the other party.

Scourge!

Although I don't know how long it has been since the last memory, there is no doubt that the young man in front of me who is chatting and laughing with a group of hunters has already stepped into the realm of natural disasters.

And even in natural disasters, I'm afraid it's extremely strong.

At least from the analysis of breath, it is stronger than the Weizet and Valentina I have come into contact with, and it is even vaguely above the clouds after the breakthrough.

This is a rather terrifying thing.

Even Yun Xiao, known as a genius, took 50 years to reach his current strength, but how long did it take for this one in front of him?

Is there five years?
Although it is not known whether there are external factors involved, there is no doubt that the other party's talent is terrifying.

At least Guta thinks that without the talent of [Tun Yuan], he is not even worthy to lift the opponent's shoes.

"I heard that Phoenix Fairy has found the Flower of Life. Neva should be able to use it. Are the goods ready for trading?"

The young man seemed to be in a good mood. He took the wine glass handed over by a companion who was carrying a huge axe, drank it down, and then turned to look at the red-haired boy who was fighting with a group of people.

Noticing the other party's gaze, the boy tilted his head and thought for a while, and finally realized what the so-called "goods" were.

"Is that Emperor Zhenglong who can summon a large number of flying dragons?"

"Don't worry, brother, that guy's shoulder blades and wings were pierced by us with dragon-slaying nails, and his body is filled with so many dragon-slayer stones, it's amazing to be able to move even a little."

"However, can the people at Fengxian see it? Especially, aren't they going to do some drug experiments, just in case..."

"Then it has nothing to do with us." The young man put down his wine glass and only looked in the direction of the ancient pagoda. "I only care about whether I can get the Flower of Life, and the rest...what do I have to do with it?"

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(End of this chapter)