Chapter 413 The Power of Flowers
"Seven steps, from now on, if you take another seven steps you will die. If you don't believe me, you can keep walking." The voice came from Xiaohua again.
The cold sweat on Zhou Wen's forehead instantly flowed down. He stood there, not knowing for a moment whether he should continue walking.
Logically speaking, Di Ting should be able to restrain some evil powers, but there is no invincible ability in this world. Zhou Wen still hasn't figured out what kind of evil powers Di Ting can restrain.
If the little flower was just exaggerating, Zhou Wen would be fine if he left. But what if it was telling the truth? Zhou Wen didn't dare gamble with his life.
But Zhou Wen was unwilling to be frightened by the little flower. He gritted his teeth and continued to retreat, one step, two steps, three steps, while looking at the little flower on the cliff.
Xiaohua didn't make any more sound, which made Zhou Wen feel even more uneasy.
Four steps, five steps, six steps. Zhou Wen continued walking, but the Di Ting earrings on his ears remained silent. Zhou Wen was secretly worried: "Is he really trying to trick me? Why is there no reaction at all?"
I thought so in my heart, but I didn't dare to take this last step.
Yes, Zhou Wen was indeed afraid of death, and there seemed no need to gamble his life like this.
"Why don't you go on? You only have one step left, keep going." Xiaohua finally spoke, but her tone was full of sarcasm.
"We have no grudges against each other, why are you making things difficult for me? If you are short of fertilizer, I will help you find it. If you are short of water, I will help you water it. How about this?" Zhou Wen shouted while standing there looking at the small flowers on the cliff.
"Who asked you to water and fertilize?" The little flower said coldly, "From now on, I'll ask you questions and you'll answer them. If you satisfy me, I'll spare your life. Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead, and even after you die, I'll refine you into lamp oil."
"I have a bad temper and can't stand being threatened by others. I'm leaving now. What can you do about it?" Zhou Wen said as he was about to raise his foot and continue walking.
But just as he lifted his heel, he felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground. He was suddenly terrified and stopped in his tracks without actually lifting his foot to take this step.
"Damn it, how could this happen?" Zhou Wen was horrified. Now he knew that what Xiaohua said was probably true.
"Why don't you go on? Keep going. Where's your bad temper?" Xiaohua teased.
Zhou Wen thought to himself, "There's no need to fight a flower and risk my life. Even Di Ting's evil spirit is useless. I wonder what the origins of this little flower are?"
"I see that you are just a small flower growing on the cliff, without any companion. You must be very lonely and sad. I hate to see others sad and suffering, so I will chat with you. But since it's a chat, you can't just ask me questions, I have to ask you some questions too, don't you think?" Zhou Wen bargained.
Xiaohua didn't refute him, but just asked: "What's your name?"
Zhou Wen's heart skipped a beat. He remembered that in myths and legends, there was a power that could imprison someone by calling their name. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should answer.
"Why are you so nagging? You might as well just die." Xiaohua said impatiently.
"My name is Zhou Wen. What's yours?" Zhou Wen knew that it would be useless even if he gave a fake name, because a name is actually just a code name. The name he gave, whether true or false, represents him. If the other party really has such ability, giving a fake name will be equally effective.
"Just call me Lord Di." Xiaohua paused, then continued, "What are you doing here?"
"I said I'm here for a trip, do you believe me?" Zhou Wen said this, but in his heart he was complaining: "A flower wants to be an emperor, isn't it crazy?"
Xiao Hua chuckled, "Believe me, why not? Since you're here for a trip, I'll do you a favor and take you on a trip to Chess Mountain."
Following Xiaohua's voice, cracks appeared on the wall of the mountain where Xiaohua took root, and the cracks were gradually expanding, causing Qizi Mountain to shake slightly, and the mountain seemed to be about to split apart.
"No need to go through so much trouble. I'm afraid of heights and I hate climbing mountains the most. I'll just look at the river view from here." Zhou Wen's forehead was covered with more cold sweat.
The shaking mountain finally calmed down. Xiaohua scoffed, "Are you really not going to come in and take a look?"
"Really?" Zhou Wen quickly waved his hand and changed the subject, "Are there many dimensional creatures in Chess Mountain? Are there any mythical creatures?"
"Of course there are, and there are many. Whichever one you want to see, I can ask them to come out to see you." Xiaohua said with a smile.
"No need, I'm just asking casually." Zhou Wen saw that the little flower was getting more and more arrogant as it spoke, and he was very suspicious in his heart whether it was trying to scare him.
It was just a flower, growing on a mountain wall that had been battered by wind and rain. However, the tone of its voice was as if it was the king of Chess Mountain, which really made Zhou Wen very suspicious.
"Are there many humans with your strength now?" Xiaohua asked.
"It should be quite a lot." Zhou Wen thought about it and felt that it should not be a small amount.
In the era of Jing Daoxian, the dimensional storm had just arrived and there were very few epic-level strongmen. After several decades, epic-level strongmen are no longer as rare as before.
"What is the current human population?" Xiaohua continued to ask.
"It should be less than 10 billion, right?" Zhou Wen thought for a moment and answered. These were not secrets and there was nothing to hide.
"Then someone of your level should have hundreds of millions, right?" Xiaohua said thoughtfully.
"Well... there shouldn't be that many, right?" Zhou Wen found it difficult to speak after hearing Xiaohua say this, because the actual situation was so different from Xiaohua's guess.
Although Zhou Wen didn't know how many epic-level experts there were in the Federation now, he estimated that it would be difficult to even reach six digits, and it would be great to have tens of thousands.
"Tens of millions?" Xiaohua guessed again.
"A little less." Zhou Wen had no choice but to say.
"Only a few million? Are humans so weak nowadays? There are so few people of your level." Xiaohua said with some disbelief.
"That's about right. Basically, I'm considered relatively weak." What could Zhou Wen say? He couldn't tell Xiaohua that the number it guessed would have to be reduced by a hundred times.
Zhou Wen thought for a moment and asked, "You are familiar with Chess Mountain, right? Have you ever seen a pattern here? It's a drawing board with a small hand, and the small hand may be holding something."
Zhou Wen roughly described the little hand pattern. Since he couldn't leave now, he might as well take the opportunity to find out some information. Maybe this little flower really knew it.
"There is indeed such a pattern, right on the top of Qizi Mountain. I don't know who carved it, but it's disgusting just looking at it. Why are you looking for it?" Xiaohua asked.
(End of this chapter)
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