"Seven steps, start now, if you take another seven steps, you will die. If you don't believe me, you can continue walking." Xiaohua's voice came again.
Cold sweat dripped down Zhou Wen's forehead in an instant, 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 that little flower was just scaremongering, it would be fine for Zhou Wen to leave, but what if it was telling the truth? Zhou Wen didn't dare to gamble with his life.
But Zhou Wen was not willing to be intimidated by the little flower. Gritting his teeth, Zhou Wen continued to step back, one step, two steps, three steps, Zhou Wen looked at the little flower on the mountain wall while stepping back.
Xiaohua didn't make any more sound, which made Zhou Wen even more uneasy.
Four steps, five steps, six steps, Zhou Wen continued to walk, the listening earrings on his ears did not respond, Zhou Wen secretly drummed in his heart: "Are you really lying to me? Why is there no response at all?"
I thought so in my heart, but I dare not take this last step.
That's right, Zhou Wen is indeed afraid of death, and it seems that there is no need to gamble with his life like this.
"Why don't you go, you have one step left, keep going." Xiaohua finally spoke, but her tone was full of teasing.
"We have no grudges or enmities, why do you bother 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 looking at the mountain wall Xiao Hua shouted.
"Who wants you to water and fertilize." The little flower said in a cold voice: "From now on, I will ask you to answer. If I am satisfied, I will spare your life, otherwise I will let you live or die, and you will be dead." , and I will turn you into lamp oil."
"I can't stand threats from others because of my bad temper, so I'll leave. What can you do?" Zhou Wen said as he raised his foot and continued to walk.
But just as he raised his heels, he felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground. Suddenly he was terrified, and stopped quickly, without actually lifting his feet to take this step.
"Damn it, how did this happen?" Zhou Wen was horrified, and now he knew that what Xiao Hua said was true.
"Why don't you go, keep going, where is your temper?" Xiao Hua teased.
Zhou Wen thought to himself: "There's no need to fight against a flower and throw away your own life. Even Di Ting's soul of transforming evil is useless. I don't know what the origin of this little flower is?"
"I see that you are just a small flower growing on the mountain wall, and you have 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 chatting, it can't just be you asking. I have questions, and I have to ask you some questions, don't you think so?" 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 is a kind of ability to imprison people by calling their names. For a while, he didn't know whether to answer or not.
"Why are you such a mother-in-law? Let's just die." Xiaohua said impatiently.
"My name is Zhou Wen, what's your name?" Zhou Wen knew that it would be useless even if he gave a false name, because the name is actually just a code name, and the name he reported, whether true or not, represents himself. If the other party really has that ability, False names are also valid.
"Just call me Lord Emperor." Xiao Hua paused, and then continued to ask: "What are you doing here?"
"I said I'm here to travel, do you believe it?" Zhou Wen said so, but he was slandering in his heart: "A flower also wants to be the emperor, is it crazy?"
But Xiaohua giggled: "I believe it, why don't you believe it? Since you are here for tourism, then this emperor will do a good deed and take you to Qizi Mountain for a tour."
Following Xiao Hua's voice, cracks appeared on the mountain where Xiao Hua took root, and the cracks were gradually expanding, causing Qizi Mountain to shake slightly, as if the mountain was about to split open.
"Don't be so troublesome. I'm afraid of heights. I don't like climbing mountains. I'll just watch the river view here." The cold sweat on Zhou Wen's forehead increased a lot.
Only then did the swaying mountain calm down, Xiao Hua laughed and said, "Aren't you really going to come in and take a look?"
"It's really unnecessary." Zhou Wen waved his hand quickly, and then changed the subject: "Are there many dimensional creatures in Qizi Mountain? Are there mythical existences?"
"Of course there are, and there are many more. Which one do you want to meet, I can let them come out to meet you." Xiao Hua said with a smile.
"No need, I'm just asking casually." Zhou Wen saw that the little flower's tone grew louder and louder, and he was very suspicious in his heart, whether it was bluffing himself.
It's just a flower, and it still grows on this kind of mountain wall that has been hit by wind, water and rain, but the tone it speaks, as if it is the king of Qizi Mountain, really makes Zhou Wen very suspicious.
"Are there many humans with your strength?" Xiaohua asked.
"It should be quite a lot." Zhou Wen thought for a while, and felt that it shouldn't be too little.
In Jing Daoxian's era, not long after the dimensional storm came, there were still very few epic-level powerhouses. Over the past few decades, epic-level powerhouses are no longer as rare as before.
"How many human beings are there now?" Xiao Hua continued to ask.
"It should be less than 10 billion, right?" Zhou Wen thought for a while and answered, these are not secrets, and there is nothing to hide.
"So there should be hundreds of millions of people at your level?" Xiao Hua said in a deep voice.
"This... shouldn't be that much, right?" Zhou Wen was a little hard to speak when he heard Xiao Hua say that, because the real situation was too different from Xiao Hua's guess.
Although Zhou Wen doesn't know how many epic-level powerhouses there are in the Federation, it is estimated that it is difficult to reach even six figures, 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.
"Is it only a few million? Are human beings so weak now? There are so few people of your level." Xiaohua said in a tone of disbelief.
"Basically, I'm relatively weak." What could Zhou Wen say, he couldn't tell Xiaohua that the number he guessed should be reduced by a hundred times.
Zhou Wen thought for a while and asked: "Are you familiar with Qizi Mountain? Have you ever seen a pattern here, which is a picture table with a small hand, and there may be something in the small hand."
Zhou Wen roughly described the pattern of the little hand. Anyway, he can't leave now, so why not take the opportunity to inquire about the news, maybe this little flower really knows.
"There is indeed such a pattern. It is on the top of Qizi Mountain. I don't know who carved it. I hate it when I see it. What are you looking for?" Xiaohua asked.