Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 358
"A Gu nest?" Shi Fei frowned slightly, sizing up the young man in the long robe before him. The young man's attire did indeed have a southwestern style, which was completely out of place with this boundless yellow sand.

The boy narrowed his long, thin eyes: "You don't know about the Gu Nest?"

“I know a boy named Aruo who also knows Gu magic,” Shi Fei recalled. “Most of them rely on the power of the Great Old Ones, such as the Scorpion God Igoronak and the Serpent God Igor.”

The boy stared at Shi Fei with cold eyes, feeling that Shi Fei was talking nonsense.

"Gu techniques are just Gu techniques; they're merely a way to use poisonous insects to achieve one's own goals." Perhaps because he hadn't encountered anyone for a long time, the young man corrected Shi Fei's mistake.

"The power of gods is utter nonsense!"

Generally speaking, the boy was rather aloof towards people. He was the holy son of the witchcraft cult.

"Oh?" Shi Fei nodded thoughtfully. "It seems your Gu techniques are quite legitimate."

Are there legitimate and illegitimate forms of Gu magic? The boy felt increasingly that the person in front of him was very strange.

Whether the people in front of him were strange or not was irrelevant to him. He wanted to leave this place and move on.

Suddenly his stomach made a loud "gurgling" sound.

He had been hungry for a long time.

"Are you hungry?" Shi Fei asked, looking at the cold-faced boy.

The boy hummed in agreement.

"How did you get here?" Shi Fei asked again.

The boy glanced at Shi Fei, then ignored him and forced himself to leave, suppressing his hunger. Suddenly, he smelled a delicious aroma.

The aroma of food.

He turned his head sharply and saw Shi Fei taking something out of that inconspicuous black backpack.

"Living conditions in the desert are very harsh, so I brought a lot of supplies." Shi Fei unzipped the black bag and took out a whole golden and crispy roasted lamb, as well as a chilled watermelon.

"..." The boy's eyes widened, and a rare look of astonishment appeared on his usually indifferent face.

This backpack looks to be no more than a foot square, how could it possibly hold all these things?

Besides, who in their right mind would carry these things in their bag?
"Here, don't be shy." Shi Fei deftly tore off half a roasted lamb and handed over a sliced ​​watermelon.

The boy hesitantly accepted the food. The roasted lamb smelled delicious, sprinkled with unknown spices. The watermelon was cool and sweet, especially tempting in the scorching desert.

He doesn't know whether to eat or not. In his life, there have been very few people who are kind and compassionate without any reason.

He watched Shi Fei eat heartily, enjoying the food immensely. Finally, he couldn't resist and started feasting himself, even licking the grease off his fingers.

When he was about to eat the watermelon rind, Shi Fei stopped him and magically produced a second watermelon.

“There’s more here. We’re not Koreans, we don’t need to eat watermelon rinds.” Shi Fei patted the black bag and said, “Eat as much as you want, I have plenty.”

The boy finished another watermelon, then wiped his mouth with his robe. His voice remained indifferent, but the wariness in his eyes lessened: "I don't have a name. They just call me Ah Huang or Ah Gu."

"Why do I call you Ah Huang or Ah Gu?" Shi Fei asked, casually tossing the watermelon rind into the desert.

The sand quickly buried the watermelon rind, as if it had never existed.

The boy's cold eyes said, "I was born in the Gu Nest. The Gu Nest is a place used by the Witch Cult to cultivate Gu worms. It is not a single nest, but several deep mountains filled with poisonous miasma."

"Ever since I was old enough to understand, everyone has called me Ah Huang. I was raised by a snake breeder. He adopted me not because of kindness, but because I was in the deepest part of the Gu nest, where all the Gu would avoid me."

"All Gu worms will avoid you?" Shi Fei asked in confusion. "Does that mean all Gu worms will avoid you?"

The boy nodded: "Deep within the Gu Nest is a Pit of Ten Thousand Poisons, where the Witchcraft Cult throws sinners and poisonous insects into it together. When I was discovered, I was lying at the bottom of the pit, and all the poisonous insects around me kept their distance."

He paused for a moment and said, "That's where I was found." Shi Fei sighed, "Your parents must have been members of the Witchcraft Cult. They abandoned you and threw you into the Ten Thousand Poisons Pit. I never expected you to survive."

“I guess I’m just lucky!” the boy said. “That’s how I grew up. To my face they call me Ah Gu because I’m the most poisonous Gu that God bestowed upon the witchcraft sect, but behind my back they call me Ah Huang.”

“They think I don’t know, but I know everything.” The boy’s voice was cold.

"Then how did you get here?" Shi Fei asked.

Upon hearing the question, the boy hesitated for a moment before saying, "I must be dreaming."

He was intelligent from a young age and could distinguish between dreams and reality.

"Oh? Is this your dream?" Shi Fei's eyes lit up; he had finally found the owner of the dream.

“I’m not sure.” The boy shook his head and said, “I’ve never had such a strange dream before. This dream felt incredibly real.”

But it's quite absurd, especially the black bag next to Shi Fei.

Shi Fei asked, "Where are you going?"

The boy shook his head and said, "I don't know. I'm waiting for the dream to end. This dream will eventually come to a close."

“In that case, let’s wait here!” Shi Fei said to him.

He wanted to see how the boy "woke up".

Unfortunately, he waited for a very long time, until the boy was hungry, tired, and asleep, but the boy still didn't wake up.

"Hey, hey, hey... wake up." Shi Fei helplessly nudged the sleeping boy awake.

After being woken up by Shi Fei, the boy rolled backward warily, and his expression gradually relaxed after recognizing Shi Fei.

"Are you hungry? It's time to eat!" Shi Fei picked up the black bag again and, to the boy's anticipation, took out a roast suckling pig, several rolls of lettuce, and a large bottle of cola.

"Conditions are tough in the desert, so let's just eat whatever we have!" Shi Fei said, tearing half of the roast suckling pig and handing it to him.

"..." The boy took the roast suckling pig, unsure of what to say.

He felt that the conditions were not difficult at all.

“The temperature difference in the desert is huge, so why don’t we build a shelter? Let me see what materials are in the bag!” Shi Fei started rummaging through the black bag and pulled out a lot of bricks and cement.

“The desert has no shortage of sand, so I’ll build a brick house!” Shi Fei muttered to himself as he looked at the bricks and cement.

The boy was completely stunned. He watched as Shi Fei took the trowel and began to build the house.

Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you a deity?"

In his view, what else could someone be but a god who could conjure up all sorts of things?
"A god?" Shi Fei shook his head and said, "I am not a god."

"Do you know swordsmanship?" the boy asked again.

"Swordsmanship?" Shi Fei said, holding a trowel. "I don't know it!"

The boy was visibly disappointed; the immortal before him didn't know swordsmanship!

"Why are you asking about swordsmanship?" Shi Fei asked.

"I need swordsmanship to break free from the witch cult and gain my freedom!" the boy said firmly.

Shi Fei smiled slightly and said, "I don't know swordsmanship, but I do know saber techniques!"

(End of this chapter)