I am your natural enemy

Wen Yan didn't know the anchor point of the old dream, or who the real owner was, nor did he know what type of old dream it was.

Naturally, he didn't know that the small village under his feet that was about to completely disappear was the starting point of the rotten-faced zombie.

Wen Yan saw Wei Jing, so he naturally followed Wei Jing. The current Wei Jing was obviously much more cheerful than the Wei Jing in the present world.

The present Wei Jing was humble, calm, but always gave Wen Yan a feeling that he was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

But Wei Jing in the old dream seemed to still have his spirit and ambition, and the whole person was different.

If it was outside, Wen Yan would not ask, but seeing it in the old dream, he naturally wanted to follow and see what would happen next.

This period of time was quite chaotic, and it would be even more chaotic later.

Maybe something happened later that affected Wei Jing.

And the end of the law will come completely within the next fifty years.

Now it is almost the stage of reverse spiritual energy recovery.

According to Wen Yan's experience in the old dream, if it was during the Xian Qin period, the locust monster Qingtoulang must have been at least two or three stages stronger than the strength he showed at the moment.

Wen Yan was a little worried at first, but he didn't expect that Qingtoulang couldn't even withstand his mace.

If we count the stages, the current version may not be much different from the current version in the world.

Wen Yan followed Wei Jing all the way, and kept asking Wei Jing about things during this period on the way.

But after walking out for half a day, Wen Yan suddenly noticed something wrong.

The wilderness ahead looked normal, but in Wen Yan's perception, if he continued to move forward, the front was like a map that had not yet been loaded.

He closed his eyes and sensed that the direction to leave this old dream and go home was indeed to move forward.

He didn't say anything, just looked at Wei Jing, and disappeared as he walked.

He was completely sure that the real owner of this old dream was indeed not Wei Jing.

According to previous experience, if he took the normal path, even if he couldn't be sure who the real owner was, he would definitely meet the real owner in the old dream.

And here, he only encountered two living creatures.

One was the guy who was pulled back from the brink of death by Wei Jing, but later died of poison.

The other was Qingtoulang.

This old dream was not too big, and he didn't see any other living people along the way.

The real owner could only be one of these two.

He turned around and walked back.

It took him half a day to return to the small village.

Qingtoulang's body had been thrown away before.

He took out a shovel and dug up the patient's flat grave. He dug it ten feet deep underground before he dug up the body again.

Wen Yan took his body out of the pit and looked at the body. The skin color was blue, and the flesh on one cheek had disappeared. There were obvious signs of decay on the edge.

But apart from this, there was no sign of decay anywhere else, and the body was extremely stiff, completely different from ordinary bodies.

Even without the things he learned in the funeral home, Wen Yan could feel that the guy in front of him was about to rise from the dead.

In his opinion, the corpse should rise on the third day.

While waiting, Wen Yan went around again and continued to walk forward along the original route. As expected, he met the end not far away.

This old dream was indeed not big.

He waited until midnight on the third day, and when he was lying on the tree trunk to rest, he felt the movement below.

The thick Yin Qi overflowed from the dug hole, and a large amount of dead Qi that had settled down also overflowed and continued to flow into the corpse.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Yan saw green light spots like fireflies, drilling out from the surrounding ground, flowing into the corpse along the gap in the corpse's cheek.

Wen Yan looked at this scene, stood up and grabbed, trying to grab a little green light, but the green light passed through his palm.

Wen Yan thought about it, transformed a little soul power, covered his palm, and when he grabbed again, he grabbed a little.

After the green light that looked like a firefly was caught, he looked carefully and saw the shadow of a locust in the green light.

Wen Yan was a little surprised, but more of a sudden realization.

The corpse in front of him was the real owner, but Qingtoulang was also the real owner.

He killed Qingtoulang's body with one blow, but as a guy who was already at a high level and even had a professional name, it was not so easy to die completely.

Wen Yan let go of the green light and continued to sit on the tree and wait.

Then he began to think, if he hadn't interfered, what would the normal process of this ancient dream be like?

Wei Jing should still arrive at this small village and find a patient who was unable to escape and was infected with the disease and was about to die, and save the other party.

But what happened later?

How did Wei Jing and this patient deal with Qingtoulang when they met?

There is no necessary connection between immortals and combat power, especially immortals who can still maintain their human bodies and human nature. If they have not turned evil, they basically have to find other ways to seek combat power.

Wen Yan was full of curiosity about this.

Seeing that it was still going on, he took out his mobile phone and took some photos for storage.

Especially for the surrounding environment, he took a lot of photos.

He didn't know much about Feng Shui, and didn't know if this place was a relatively natural place to raise corpses, but it was normal for Yin Qi to overflow from the tomb pit, but it was obviously abnormal for so much dead air to overflow.

Go back and find someone to check.

After waiting for more than an hour, the corpse finally moved, staggering and crawling up from the ground in an extremely stiff posture.

After the zombie got up, he began to roar. He stretched out his hand and scratched his face. The breath on his body was also rising rapidly.

Wen Yan sensed quietly, taking the big zombie in the zombie cave of Fuyu Mountain as a reference. The other party's breath soared all the way to the corpse stage before it stopped.

Then, the zombie slowly turned his head and looked at Wen Yan who was sitting on the tree branch watching the excitement.

Wen Yan stared at the other party, and when he saw the other party's movements paused slightly, he immediately felt a little weird.

Then he thought about it, took out his mobile phone, pointed it at the zombie, and pressed the photo button. The moment he saw the zombie raised his arms and blocked his face.

It was not protecting his face and chest, but just blocking his face.

Wen Yan now knew what that weird feeling was.

This guy knew the mobile phone.

In other words, this guy knew him.

He jumped down from the tree and walked towards the zombie.

"Don't block me, don't pretend.

Since you recognize me, it means that you are not the projection in Gu Meng, at least your consciousness and memory are not.

So should we fight first?

Or should we skip the process and talk directly?"

Wen Yan lit a cigarette, threw the lit cigarette to the other party, and lit one for himself.

The rotten-faced zombie reached out to catch the cigarette. Wen Yan was very particular and did not light it in his mouth.

He was silent. He never expected to see Wen Yan here.

Now he understood why Wen Yan could lend the black stone so happily. It turned out that he had made arrangements in advance by some unknown method.

It was ridiculous that guy, who didn't know how much effort he had put in and how many lies he had woven, finally found a very legitimate excuse to borrow the black stone.

In addition, he made various preparations, which allowed him to smoothly let the people of the Lieyang Tribe help him do what he wanted to do under the eyes of the Lieyang Tribe.

Before, that guy was quite arrogant, trying to show off his arrangement, and being able to use the Lieyang Tribe to do things that could not be done under normal circumstances.

It's ridiculous that the guy probably didn't know that Wen Yan had already sat on the Diaoyutai, sat at the end, lit a cigarette, and watched their performance quietly.

I told them a long time ago that they could underestimate the strength of the people inside the Lieyang Tribe. Compared with the three mountains and five peaks, their masters' foundation is indeed not enough, but don't underestimate the brains of some guys in the Lieyang Tribe.

What should he do now?

Expect him to kill Tuoba Wushen in the old dream?

He didn't dare to be so crazy even if he was poisoned by alcohol.

What are you fighting for.

Even if he quits now, Wen Yan must know where his real body is.

Suppressed by the black stone, his real body was sent to the super crematorium developed by the Lieyang Tribe and burned to ashes, and he couldn't wake up.

"Don't be silent, just chat, for example, what's going on with this old dream? Why did your consciousness enter here?"

"I want to make up for the defects and complete the advancement."

"Don't be nervous, people outside have some misunderstandings about me. I never bear grudges and rarely kill aliens.

Even if they make mistakes, I always let the Lieyang Department handle it.

Those who should be killed will be killed, and those who should be sent to the suppression detention center will be sent there for labor reform.

I really don't like to manage it. I'm almost busy.

Outsiders are against I misunderstood a lot.

I found a correct version in the 16-9 book forum!

My biggest hobby is helping others, and I especially like to find some work for the aliens.

If you have never committed a crime, never eaten people, and are qualified in all aspects, I can introduce you to a job or a place to go.

If you are qualified in all aspects, I can introduce you to Fuyu Mountain, no problem. "

Wen Yan kept talking, and the rotten-faced big zombie looked dumbfounded, looking at Wen Yan stupidly, his worldview was about to collapse.

Wen Yan saw that the other party didn't speak, so he turned the subject back.

"Tell me in detail, how to advance?"

"I want to be promoted to flying zombie." The rotten-faced big zombie expressed his wish, and he reached out and touched his face.

"I don't know what happened. One day, I woke up and it was like this when I crawled out of the ground.

Then the end of the law came, and I found a place and fell into a deep sleep.

After waking up, I had a fight with a warrior and fled to the grassland country, where I stayed.

But after staying there for ten years, I found that the power of the locust monster had revived in my body.

Later, I met another person who helped me get a lot of information, and then I understood why.

The deterioration of the environment in the grassland country invisibly matched the environment and power required for the locust monster to revive and advance.

As a zombie, I also have the power of the locust monster, so it is impossible for me to advance.

Unless one day, I can give up one of them, and the other one can be promoted."

Hearing this, Wen Yan understood.

"Do you want to give up the power of zombies?"

"No, I want to give up the power of locust monsters."

"Hmm?"

"Even if the power of locust monsters has a chance to be promoted to gods.

But I heard that a guy wanted to be promoted to a god in the island country.

Unfortunately, he died just after being promoted.

I also know that if I choose the power of locust monsters.

The moment I am promoted to a god, it will be my death.

I never wanted this power.

Be it the Shenzhou Lieyang Tribe, the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, or everyone.

It is impossible to allow a locust monster to be promoted to a god. "

The rotten-faced zombie was a farmer in his lifetime. He got sick and gave all his things to his wife and children, asking them to flee. He himself was seriously ill and waited for death at home.

As a native of Shenzhou, even if he turned into a zombie, he knew clearly.

The aliens may not die, the evil aliens may not die, and the murderers and arson may not be 100% dead, but now if there is a locust monster and it sets off a locust plague, he will be 100% dead.

Destroying the fields of a city is at least the highest priority of the corresponding county.

Destroying the fields of half a county, the old heavenly master will personally take action.

The speed of attracting hatred may not be faster than that of the locust monster.

Not to mention what he thinks, just this profession itself is doomed to a dead end.

"Is this the method you want? Use the old dream to abandon these powers?"

"Yes, the power of the locust monster is enough to be reflected here, and he himself is not far from becoming a god. ”

“How did the locust monster die back then?”

“I don’t remember…” The rotten-faced big zombie shook his head.

“Are you interested in doing what I say? I’ll help you solve it, and you can change your way of life.”

“Your mindset is too narrow, let’s talk about it when we meet later. "

Wen Yan felt that the time of this old dream was about to end.

He turned around and left quickly. When he reached the end of the old dream, he plunged directly into the non-existent map.

Not long after walking, he entered the old dream of his aunt.

Looking at the sandstorm in the distance, which was approaching rapidly and was even more powerful than before, Wen Yan grinned.

He rummaged through his bag and found a few photos.

He stepped towards the sandstorm.

He had prepared this photo for a long time, just waiting to go to his aunt's old dream again and show it to her.

It doesn't matter whether it can be preserved or not. Anyway, it's always good to let his aunt see what the little zombie looks like now.

When he saw his aunt's figure, the sense of oppression was indeed stronger than before. He waved the photo.

"Aunt, I brought you new photos. Please keep them. "

Entering the sandstorm, several photos were blown by the strong wind.

Wen Yan took a step and disappeared from the sandstorm.

And those photos, blown by the wind, flew into the hands of the aunt as if they had eyes.

The aunt picked up the photos, one of which was a photo of the little zombie biting a tomato with his teeth bared.

One was a photo of the little zombie hugging Wen Yan's neck, smiling with zombie teeth showing, and Wen Yan also grinned beside him.

There was also a family photo, and the little zombie was smiling the happiest.

The last one was another photo, the little zombie sat upright at the desk, with a tangled face, and Wen Yan was holding a book, not knowing what he was talking about.

In the photos, except for a single photo, Wen Yan appeared in all the other photos.

These were the photos carefully selected by Wen Yan, how could he miss the opportunity to show his face in front of the aunt.

Several photos were floating around, and there seemed to be a little difference in the aunt's empty eyes.

Especially, he looked at the photo of the little zombie studying for a long time.

Just as Wen Yan thought, the aunt liked this one the most.