I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 435: The Man in My Dream, the Direction is in My Hands (5k)

The big zombie in fancy clothes simply gave up the fight. When it was difficult to quickly determine who would win or lose, it was not in his interest to continue fighting.

In his heart, martial arts are not mainstream and are at the bottom of the contempt chain. Practicing Taoism while alive is the right way.

Even he, who is now a big zombie, does not focus on his body, but instead concentrates his energy on magical powers, special abilities and other aspects.

This was a deeply rooted ideology.

A Buyeo disciple without a Taoist name, who still practices martial arts, in his heart, is the bottom of Buyeo Mountain. When there is a mission to protect the mountain, he is the first wave of pioneers standing outside, so he is called a soldier, which actually means a minion.

But practicing martial arts can train the body to such a level that it is comparable to that of a big zombie. I have never seen or heard of a big zombie in fancy clothes.

As for not being afraid of the corpse poison, he didn't care.

He thought it was the most normal thing for a disciple of Buyeo to be able to deal with corpse poison easily.

He just found a living person and came over to take a look. It's not like he would fight to the death as soon as they met.

And here, I can't leave, so why bother?

Wen Yan looked at the big zombie in fancy clothes and felt its strength. Its physical strength was incomparable to that of his Eighth Uncle.

He was sparring with his Eighth Great Uncle, who was standing and resisting his spear, and it was impossible for him to make a dent in his chest.

This giant zombie in fancy clothes should be taking the route of supernatural powers, rather than focusing on the physical body.

If calculated this way, his pure realm should be at Fu Shi's level. His comprehensive strength cannot be calculated according to that of a wild zombie. Compared with the elite soldiers of the same realm in Fu Yu Mountain, he should be a little worse.

Wen Yan could not overwhelm the battle-hardened zombies of Mount Fuyu with pure strength, but with his huge yang energy. Even if they were hairy zombies, he would be crushed by them if it was just a comparison of fighting skills.

Those big zombies that have experienced hundreds of battles fought with real swords and guns and risked their lives, and the only ones who survived were the ones who survived.

Judging strength purely by level is not of much reference value.

However, using this method to preliminarily judge the strength of the wild zombies outside will not have a particularly large deviation.

Wen Yan felt that in order to judge the strength of the big zombie in fancy clothes in front of him, he should combine the two methods of judgment.

Another reason why he had no intention of fighting to the death with the other party was that he had not seen any hints so far.

There is another reason. According to the second account, he took away the sarcophagus first.

It was not until the following year that wild zombies broke out here.

What about the things in the sarcophagus? If it was this zombie in gorgeous clothes, how did he carry the sarcophagus away when he entered the palace the second time?
This giant zombie in fancy clothes is quite powerful and can flash.

He saw clearly just now that the sarcophagus was not completely opened at all. It seemed that only a small gap was opened, and a large zombie in gorgeous clothes flashed out from it.

The iron chains bound the sarcophagus. Unless it was tied tightly and made motionless, it would be impossible to completely control the giant zombie in gorgeous clothes.

There might be only one way left to control this guy.

The black stone that Wen Yan brought back was the black stone that even the big zombies in Buyeo Mountain dared not approach.

Maybe at that time, the big zombie in gorgeous clothes was suppressed by the black stone, so he had the opportunity.

But something happened on the way. The black stone, which ordinary people could not see as anything special, did not follow the sarcophagus that was taken away. The black stone was left here and was finally picked up by an ordinary person.

Wen Yan speculated that if the stone coffin taken away from the palace for the second time contained a large zombie in gorgeous clothes, then this might be a speculation that is close to the actual situation at that time.

If this is true, then the big zombie in fancy clothes in front of me may not be real. He is just a projection in the old dream.

If this giant zombie in fancy clothes is real, then the one in the sarcophagus that was taken away from the palace the second time should not be the giant zombie in fancy clothes.

Of course, there is another possibility, which cannot be judged by mere speculation.

Wen Yan took a look at the second person who was thrown out and sat on the ground, with a dull look on his face, as if he had seen a god.

Obviously, this guy was also thinking about what was in the sarcophagus he took away.

How could he transport such a dangerous person?
Wen Yan glanced at Er Jin Gong, who was immediately startled.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

"No."

"If you don't have any, take a good rest and don't talk. It's a waste of energy."

He understood it immediately after entering the prison and shut up immediately.

Even if you don't have the strength, you still need to have good eyesight.

Without his good eyesight, he wouldn't be alive today.

Wen Yan looked at the main street in the distance. Many zombies or dead people there were looking over here, but when they noticed that Wen Yan and the big zombie in fancy clothes did not continue fighting, those zombies turned around and continued doing their own things.

"Brother, how did you get here?"

"I don't know. I woke up here and I can't leave. I can't walk out. Don't struggle. Don't do useless things. I've tried hundreds of times."

Wen Yan rummaged through his bag and pulled out a small bag of cherry tomatoes, which the little zombie had stuffed into his pocket. He picked up a few and threw them to the big zombies in fancy clothes.

"Just give it a try. How can you give up if you don't try?"

Wen Yan looked far away in the direction beyond the main street, where the fog was.

The direction in his heart, the way home, was the direction where those big zombies had just walked out carrying the sarcophagus.

Wen Yan casually stuffed a small tomato into his mouth and threw it to a few people who were in the palace.

The big zombie in fancy clothes looked at the small tomato in his hand and imitated Wen Yan and put it into his mouth.

After taking a sip, he was slightly stunned. There was a faint trace of yang energy in it, but this was not the point. The point was that he could taste it.

"As expected of Buyeo Mountain, there are such things. I have never seen them before. What is this thing called?"

"Millennium fruit."

"Can it be planted?" The big zombie in fancy clothes had a hint of anticipation on his face.

"Uh..." Wen Yan looked at the big zombie in fancy clothes with a look of astonishment. He really didn't expect that the other party would ask this question.

"No? I feel like there are seeds inside? Are those seeds inside?"

"This thing is a hybrid. If you plant it with seeds, you may not grow the same thing. Well... it just doesn't work. As for this place, I'm afraid it won't work even more."

The big zombie in fancy clothes bit open a small tomato and savored it carefully, with a look of regret on his face.

Since he can't get out, if he can grow something here that he can taste, then it would be at least a hope.

"Pity……"

The big zombie in fancy clothes looked at the last few pieces left and felt that it would be stingy to put them away, but if he just ate them all in one go... wasn't that a bit impolite?
Yeah, yes, that's it.

The big zombie in fancy clothes thought for a moment and collected the remaining few to eat later.

For him, having a dream is the most luxurious thing.

"Brother, this outfit was not something that ordinary people could wear back then, right?"

"I think so. I can't remember clearly."

"Do you still remember how to cure the zombies?"

"I don't remember. Oh, I remember a little. It seems that I died of illness. I woke up in the coffin, fell asleep and woke up again, and finally came out and is here.

What I still remember is that the world was in chaos during those years.

It seemed like there were wars everywhere. There was a man named Zhu who was quite fierce, and there was another one, but I can’t remember clearly.”

"Oh, I understand." Wen Yan understood it immediately. Counting back two thousand years, there was only one person among those with the surname Zhu who was very powerful and could be remembered by this big zombie who seemed to have forgotten everything.

Then this big zombie might be a person from six or seven hundred years ago.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. What's going on here?"

"From what you can see, there is not a single living person here, and it becomes like this every night.

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

As for those guys, don't worry about them, they pose no threat to you.

What you need to worry about are the other things that occasionally break in here, and each one is more troublesome than the last.

Last time a ghost bird appeared, and my power was completely ineffective against it. Fortunately, it was not interested in the things here and left quickly. "

As they were talking, the large zombie in fancy clothes suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction he came from.

A faint rustling sound emerged, and the fog began to gradually darken. In the rolling fog, a translucent creature that looked like a manta ray and was seven or eight meters long emerged from the fog.

The thing flapped its wings, stirred up a gust of wind, and flew quickly towards the main street.

"It's this kind of thing. Since you are living people, I'm afraid it will be interested in you."

The big zombie in fancy clothes stopped talking before he finished.

Because the beast, with the strong wind, flew over the main street, blowing things all over the street, but it never looked down or at Wen Yan. The beast rushed across the main street at a high speed and went to a farther place.

The fog on the street continued to darken, and rustling sounds could be heard.

Hearing this voice, Wen Yan's expression changed slightly.

He had heard this voice.

Sure enough, the next moment, the fog turned completely black, and the darkness was like a curtain, rushing towards the main street.

And including the mountain where Wen Yan was, one could see darkness rapidly approaching from afar.

"It's too late. Run quickly. This is the most terrifying thing here. Everything will be swallowed up wherever it passes. If you can come back here after dark tomorrow, everything here may be restored, or it may not. It's up to fate." The big zombie in gorgeous clothes flashed and disappeared on the spot.

The big zombie sat on the sarcophagus, which was carried by several zombies and ran rapidly towards the end of the street.

And where the streets were, everything began to be shrouded in darkness.

Wen Yan picked up the second palace and ran along the mountainside towards the end of the street in front.

He saw a zombie running slowly, his back being swallowed by the dark curtain that was pulling over, and his friend pulled him up.

But what was pulled over was only the chest, not the back. The back of the zombie's head and the entire back disappeared.

The zombie took two steps and fell to the ground completely.

The dark curtain seemed to be enraged, and the rustling sound suddenly became sharp. The darkness around swarmed here, and in a flash, the dark curtain swallowed it up. The last desperate wails disappeared in the darkness, leaving only the rustling sound.

Wen Yan's face turned grim and he ran away as fast as he could.

Er Jin Gong, who was being carried by Wen Yan and running wildly, was holding a few small tomatoes that Wen Yan had just given him in one hand. He watched this scene and was so desperate that he gave up resisting.

"Sir, please throw me away and don't let me be a burden to you."

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you have time, why don't you continue what you just left to say? Keep going. I want to hear all the details. If you are scared, just close your eyes."

Wen Yan cursed a few times, and his tone was not good, but Erqian Palace heard it and felt complicated.

At this moment, he simply closed his eyes, continued to recall, and continued to describe the details.

I just hope to give Wen Yan more details so that when Wen Yan has the opportunity or ability to send back a message, he can send back more information.

Wen Yan looked at the end of the street. After the large zombie in fancy clothes rushed to the end of the street, it completely disappeared there.

The entire block was being swallowed up at this moment, and everything within it was shrouded in darkness.

Wen Yan could feel before that the direction in his heart was behind him. That was the only way back home that he could feel.

But the rear was being swallowed by darkness.

He originally wanted to take out the eternal lamp, fight hard, and rush forward.

But after the darkness came, broke through the fog and swallowed up the streets, he lost his direction.

In addition, those things in the dark curtain looked crazy after being enraged, so Wen Yan gave up the option of fighting hard.

The current situation is that either his never getting lost is not enough, or at this moment, he really has no correct direction.

Wen Yan didn't believe it. He felt that if there was no direction, then another way to put it was that any direction was right.

He carried the second entry into the palace and rushed to the end of the street.

Without any hesitation, he rushed directly into the hazy fog ahead.

The next moment, he saw that the hazy fog had changed, and in the world at the end of the street that seemed to have not been loaded, a road leading to the distance appeared.

Wen Yan glanced at Er Jin Gong, who was held in his hand.

"Keep recalling, keep talking, don't stop. The more detailed your recollection, the better."

The road ahead has a river more than ten meters deep on one side and a mountain on the other. It is a standard highway built close to the mountain.

This place is like a separate puzzle piece, pieced together in the town, and it looks extremely strange.

The big zombie in fancy clothes that had just rushed out had also disappeared.

Wen Yan set foot on this road, and the lost direction appeared again, which was to continue walking along this road.

The direction given is completely different from before.

Wen Yan took a look at the man who had his eyes closed, curled up into a ball, and was recalling things quickly, telling everyone what he thought of.

Sure enough, it was because of him.

This is his old dream.

The huge zombie in gorgeous clothes was most likely something that appeared in the dream, because the thing that impressed me most during my second visit to the palace was the stone coffin.

He had never seen what was in the sarcophagus, but it didn't matter. It would be replenished and condensed automatically.

Then, this road at this moment must be the memory of the second time in prison, which was stimulated and manifested by the changes here.

Wen Yan ran all the way along the mountain road. In the mountain environment, his speed would be greatly enhanced.

When he rushed to the end of the mountain road, there was no road ahead, only a mountain blocking the way.

The darkness behind continued to spread. When it spread to halfway across the road, Wen Yan saw that the mountain blocking the way ahead began to slowly become illusory, like a blurred background.

He rushed up again and crashed directly into the mountain.

With one step forward, the mountain disappeared and a new puzzle piece appeared in front of him.

The road ahead looked like a pedestrian street, with stones on the ground. The shops on both sides were closed. Behind the glass door of each shop stood an expressionless person, staring at him.

The only place with an open door and lights on was a place that looked like an ancient building at the end of the road ahead.

Wen Yan rushed to the building. There was only a plaque on it with no words on it.

Looking inside, you can see a several-meter-long horizontal incense burner in the middle, and a statue of a deity in the hall directly in front.

Wen Yan carried Er Jin Gong into the room. Er Jin Gong, who was constantly recalling and recounting the details, suddenly stopped talking.

He opened his eyes, raised his head and looked forward. After seeing the statue, his expression immediately became dull. The sounds around him seemed to gradually dissipate, leaving only one voice ringing in his ears.

Wen Yan looked down and called out, but Er Jin Gong didn't respond. He stretched out his hand and gave Er Jin Gong Yang energy, but Er Jin Gong still didn't respond.

Then, with yang energy attached to his hand, he whipped out a big bag of ass.

The second person in the palace tilted his head to one side, and his dull eyes finally recovered.

"Ouch……"

"If you don't want to die, close your eyes. No matter what sound you hear, including my voice, you are not allowed to open your eyes. I didn't hit you, so you just keep talking, even if the sky falls."

Er Jin Gong quickly closed his eyes and continued to tell his story.

Wen Yan looked into the hall. The statue looked like an ordinary statue, except that its head was covered by a shadow and could not be seen clearly.

When Wen Yan looked over, a faint sound began to ring in his ears.

“Your practice has reached its limit, and it is impossible to go any further.

There may be ten thousand or a hundred thousand steps ahead, but every step you take may lead to sudden death.

No one can save you.

Your path is wrong, you can no longer move forward, this moment is the end.

Many people's expectations of you are in vain.

Just stop here and simply practice martial arts, and don't try to find new ways.

You have a house and money, which is enough to spend in your life.

Why would you embark on this path that is certain to lead to death just for the expectations of others?

Those who truly care about you only hope that you are healthy and happy.

They don’t want you to break through obstacles and die on the road to development.”

The faint voice directly poured into Wen Yan's mind, as if it was writing something in his mind.

However, the next moment, the horizontal incense burner suddenly made a muffled sound, and the incense ash exploded all over the sky, and the incense burner crashed straight into the hall.

With a loud bang, the incense burner stopped and the incense ash inside exploded, filling the hall. The chattering voice also dissipated.

"Are you done? Keep going?"

Wen Yan rubbed his head. He heard the sound of the second person entering the palace gradually disappear, and he knew he had been tricked.

At this moment, he kicked the incense burner into the hall, and then he heard the sound of the second entry into the palace.

"I've been here once before. That was the day I saw the dead man I brought back alive."

(End of this chapter)