"Seven steps, start now. If you take another seven steps, you will die. If you don't believe me, you can keep walking." A voice came from Xiaohua's side again.
The cold sweat on Zhou Wen's forehead instantly flowed down, and he stood there, not knowing whether he should continue walking or not.
Logically speaking, Di Ting should be able to restrain some evil forces, but there is no invincible ability in this world. Zhou Wen has not yet figured out what kind of evil forces Di Ting can restrain.
If the little flower was just alarmist, it would be fine if Zhou Wen left, but what if it was telling the truth? Zhou Wen did not dare to gamble with his own life.
But Zhou Wen was not willing to be frightened by the little flower. He gritted his teeth and continued to step back, one step, two steps, three steps. As he stepped back, Zhou Wen looked at the little flower on the mountain wall.
Xiao Hua didn't make any more noise, which made Zhou Wen even more uneasy.
Four steps, five steps, six steps, Zhou Wen continued walking, but the listening earrings on his ears never responded. Zhou Wen secretly beat a drum in his heart: "Are you really trying to deceive me? Why is there no response at all?"
I thought so in my heart, but I didn't dare to take this last step.
Yes, Zhou Wen is indeed afraid of death, and there seems to be no need to gamble with his life like this.
"Why don't you leave? You still have one step left, keep walking." Xiaohua finally spoke, but her tone was full of ridicule.
"We have no grudges. 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. What do you think?" Zhou Wen stood there and looked at the mountain wall. Xiaohua shouted.
"Who asked you to water and fertilize?" The little flower said in a cold voice: "From now on, I will ask you to answer. If you are satisfied, I will spare your life. Otherwise, I will let you live but cannot die, and you will be considered dead. , I will also refine you into lamp oil."
"My bad temper can't be threatened by others, so I'm going to leave. What can you do?" Zhou Wen said as he lifted his feet and continued walking.
But just as he lifted his heel, he felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground. He was immediately horrified and stopped quickly without actually lifting his foot to take this step.
"Damn, how could this happen?" Zhou Wen was horrified, and now he knew that what Xiaohua said was probably true.
"Why don't you leave? Keep walking. Where did your bad temper go?" Xiaohua teased.
Zhou Wen thought to himself: "There is no need to fight with a flower and throw away your life. Even Di Ting's evil soul is useless. I wonder what the origin of this little flower is?"
"I see that you are just a little flower growing on the mountain wall with no company. You must be very lonely and sad. I don't want to see others sad and suffering, so I will chat with you. But since it is a chat, you can't just ask I have to ask you some questions, don't you think so?" Zhou Wen bargained.
Xiaohua didn't refute him, just asked: "What's your name?"
Zhou Wen's heart skipped a beat. He remembered that in myths and legends, there was an ability to imprison people just by calling their names. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should answer.
"Why are you such a mother-in-law? It's better to just die." Xiaohua said impatiently.
"My name is Zhou Wen, what's your name?" Zhou Wen knew that it would be useless even to give a false name, because the name is actually just a code name. The name reported from his mouth, whether true or false, represents himself. If the other party really has that ability, Giving a false name is equally effective.
"Just call me Lord Emperor." Xiaohua paused and continued to ask: "What are you doing here?"
"I said I came here for tourism, do you believe it?" Zhou Wen said this, but he was cursing in his heart: "A flower wants to be the emperor, are you crazy?"
But Xiaohua chuckled: "I believe it, why not? Since you are here to travel, then I will do a good deed and take you to Qizi Mountain for a trip."
Following Xiao Hua's voice, cracks appeared on the wall of the mountain where Xiao Hua took root, and the cracks were gradually expanding, making the Chess Piece Mountain begin to shake slightly, as if the mountain was about to crack.
"Don't bother me. I'm afraid of heights and I don't like climbing mountains. I'll just stay here and look at the river view." The cold sweat on Zhou Wen's forehead increased a lot.
The swaying mountain finally calmed down, and Xiaohua mocked: "Are you really not going to come in and take a look?"
"No need." Zhou Wen waved his hand quickly, and then changed the subject: "Are there many dimensional creatures in Qizi Mountain? Are there any mythical existences?"
"Of course there are, and there are many more. Which one do you want to see, I can ask them to come out to see you." Xiaohua said with a smile.
"No, I'm just asking." Seeing the little flower talking louder and louder, Zhou Wen was very suspicious whether it was bluffing him.
It's just a flower, still growing on such a mountain wall that has been beaten by wind, water and rain, but the tone in which it spoke, as if it was the king of Qizi Mountain, really made Zhou Wen very suspicious.
"Are there many humans with your level of strength now?" Xiaohua asked.
"It should be quite a lot." Zhou Wen thought about it and felt that it shouldn't be too much.
In Jingdaoxian's time, not long after the dimensional storm had just arrived, there were still very few epic-level strong men. Over the past few decades, epic-level strong men were no longer as rare as before.
"What is the human population now?" Xiaohua continued to ask.
"It should be less than 10 billion, right?" Zhou Wen thought for a while and replied. These are not secrets and there is nothing to hide.
"Then someone with your level should have hundreds of millions, right?" Xiaohua said thoughtfully.
"This... shouldn't be that much, right?" Zhou Wen heard Xiaohua say this and found it difficult to speak, because the real situation was so different from Xiaohua's guess.
Although Zhou Wen doesn't know how many epic-level powerhouses there are in the Federation now, it is estimated that even six figures are difficult to reach. It would be great to have tens of thousands.
"Ten million?" Xiaohua guessed again.
"A little less." Zhou Wen had to say.
"Only a few million? Are human beings so weak now? There are so few people at your level." Xiaohua said in a somewhat disbelieving tone.
"Absolutely. Basically, I'm relatively weak." What can Zhou Wen say? He can't tell Xiaohua that the number he guessed will be reduced by a hundred times.
Zhou Wen thought for a while and asked: "Are you familiar with Chess Mountain? Have you ever seen a pattern here? It's a drawing of a small hand. The small hand may be holding something."
Zhou Wen gave a rough description of the little hand pattern. Since he couldn't leave now, he might as well take the opportunity to find out the news. Maybe this little flower really knew about it.
"There is indeed such a pattern. It's on the top of Qizi Mountain. I don't know who carved it. I hate it when I see it. Why are you looking for it?" Xiaohua asked.
