680: C680 Special Life

C680 Special Life

Meng Chou coldly snorted, "This is the secret of my Corpse Sect. Since you don't want to join our Corpse Sect, why should I tell you?"

This was actually not a secret. Anyone who had interacted with the Corpse Sect would know, but Meng Chou had no obligation to tell Zhao Feng. Furthermore, Zhao Feng had just refused Meng Chou's invitation.

When Zhao Feng heard this, he secretly shook his head. He knew that this was because he had previously rejected him and offended Meng Chou.

"Since that's the case, I won't inquire any further. Can I ask, why are all the current cultivators hiding themselves?"

"You don't know?"

Meng Chou stared in shock.

Ye Zichen looked at Zhao Feng in surprise.

"If you know, I won't ask you anymore."

If that's the case, then I'll tell you this: a long time ago, a calamity occurred, and a special life was born in this world. Its strength is incomparably tyrannical, and its food is for us cultivators.

"So, the reason why you're hiding is to avoid that special life form? Is he still alive? Why haven't I heard a single word about him? "

If there really was such a thing, other than the cultivators, why haven't these people from the Ancient Martial World spread the news at all?

Meng Chou coldly snorted, "How long will those Ancient Martial Cultivator live for? Many years have passed since then, and the words they left behind have been treated as legends by our descendants.

Who would treat the jokes in their mouths as real? "

"Brat, that's all I can tell you. One day, when you have thought it through and want to join our Exorcist Sect, come find me in that secret room in Hidden Dragon Lake."

The reason he told Zhao Feng all this was because Zhao Feng was too arrogant and had lured in that thing. Secondly, he had a trace of fantasies about Zhao Feng joining the Exorcist City.

Now that Zhao Feng didn't agree, he could just think that it was because Zhao Feng had a longer lifespan. When Zhao Feng's lifespan neared the end, he would probably think about the matter of longevity.

Watching Meng Chou's figure gradually disappear into the distance, Zhao Feng turned around and carried Wu Ziqi into the inn.

Zhao Feng had a great harvest from his conversation with Meng Chou today, but a new round of doubts had arisen in his heart.

For example, what was that special life form that appeared in the world? He actually relied on devouring an immortal cultivator to live. Where was he now? After ten years, there was actually no one who could subdue that thing.

Zhao Feng knew a lot of news from Bai Qi's inheritance. For example, how strong were the previous cultivators, how many Aurous Core stage cultivators were scattered all over the place, and how much more powerful Soul Division cultivators could be compared to dogs.

This was definitely not an exaggeration. Even at the height of its power, no one could actually subdue such a thing, not even to the extent of preserving its life. Just by thinking about it, one could understand how terrifying that thing was.

Returning to the inn, Zhao Feng carried Wu Ziqi to his room. It was not because he wanted to do something, but because he was still worried about Meng Chou's words.

He had to see Wu Ziqi wake up before he could be at ease.

Zhao Feng leaned against the headboard and unknowingly fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, under the moonlight, Wu Ziqi also opened his sleepy eyes. He looked at Zhao Feng, who was lying beside him, and laughed foolishly before falling asleep again.

Time flew by in a flash, and it was always when no one knew it.

The next morning, when Zhao Feng opened his eyes, he found Wu Ziqi sleeping soundly in his arms. There was a smile on his face and crystal clear saliva flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Zhao Feng smiled in his heart. He quietly got up and did not wake Wu Ziqi.

Walking out of the inn, it was still early in the morning. The city was very quiet. Other than the few breakfast shops, there were only a few ordinary people who had to work, ready to fill their empty stomachs.

Zhao Feng found a breakfast shop: "Boss, two meat buns and two bowls of millet congee. I'll take them with me."

This was the breakfast shop that Wu Ziqi and him frequently came to. All the merchants of Ancient Martial World had one characteristic: they were kind, filled with fat and skinny meat inside a meat bun, sprinkled with a spoonful of soup, and ate it with one bite, and they were all satisfied.2

Seeing Zhao Feng, who was a familiar face, the boss warmly greeted him, "You're here again. Why didn't you bring that little girl with you today?"

Wu Ziqi was not a foodie, but he was loved by all kinds of shop owners.

"She's still asleep. I didn't call her."

Not long after, the boss handed over the packed meat buns and rice porridge. The food was exuding a steaming fragrance, which actually brought up a few points of Zhao Feng's gluttony.

"This is the little pickle in the shop, take it back and eat it together!"

Zhao Feng thanked the owner once again as he handed him an oily paper packet with a piece of homemade dried radish.

After finishing his meal, he turned around and returned to the inn.

Wu Ziqi was still sleeping soundly. Zhao Feng smiled and placed the meat bun in front of Wu Ziqi's nose, gently swaying it.

Wu Ziqi seemed to have caught a whiff of the fragrance as he moved the meat buns left and right with Zhao Feng.

Finally, under the stimulation of the fragrance, Wu Ziqi opened his eyes. He looked at the meat buns that were almost within reach and revealed a happy smile.

"When you wake up from your sleep, there's a meat bun in front of you. Am I dreaming?"

"That's right!" "You're dreaming. Since it's like this, eating the meat bun is useless. I won't leave it for you."

Seeing Wu Ziqi like this, Zhao Feng couldn't help but laugh as he teased Wu Ziqi.

"Nope."

Wu Ziqi stretched out his hand and took the meat bun into his hand as he took a bite.

"It's still the meat buns from the family downstairs. Their family gives us the most meat."

Among the people Zhao Feng knew, many of them could taste wine. They could accurately tell the age and origin of the red wine, but only Wu Ziqi was able to accurately tell that the food was the product of that shop.

This was probably the instinct of a glutton!

The delicious meat bun was mixed with the rice porridge and the refreshing dry radish. Wu Ziqi was very satisfied with this meal.

"The matters here are more or less settled. When we go out later, we will be able to return to the secular world in the afternoon."

He didn't want to stay here any longer. In this situation, he wanted to make a deal with the old man at the casino that would allow him to return to the world.

Hearing that, Wu Ziqi was stunned, then a disappointed expression appeared on his face: "Isn't there still a few more days? How could you be so fast? "

Zhao Feng was puzzled: "What, you don't want to go back to the secular world?"

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