Chapter 1286 It's Really Hard to Be a Good Person, Speedrun (5k)_3

When he thought of this, he suddenly understood what Wen Yan meant by “can’t plant”.

But this brought even more confusion. Why?

He definitely knows that living person, definitely has dealt with him.

The two wilted things on him are definitely from the other party before.

The Great Zombie in lavish attire ate a slightly wilted small tomato. Hmm, the taste is exactly the same.

He wanted to figure out what was going on, and he blinked to chase after it.

But he could only see Wen Yan sprinting swiftly, carrying someone, quickly disappearing into the mist on the other side.

Wen Yan carried Er Jingong, moving at a fast pace. He quickly passed through two puzzles, besides filming videos, he swiftly shuttled through the things encountered on the road.

“Stop dazing, quickly think about that temple, recall the details of it.”

For two consecutive times, both were nowhere near the place, Wen Yan hurriedly told Er Jingong not to be distracted.

Passing through the mist again, he saw the familiar street and the small temple at the end of the street. Wen Yan grinned, finally arriving.

He kicked the door open.

The whispers around his ears began to sound, faintly.

“Your cultivation…”

“Alright alright, got it. Next part.”

“As a pioneer…”

“Got it, next part.”

“Through the trials…”

“Hey, that’s right, this is it.” Wen Yan smiled brightly.

But immediately he replied solemnly.

“What kind of thing are you to test me?”

Then, impatiently, the Gray Cloth flew out with a whoosh.

Wen Yan, afraid, followed the actions strictly from last time, stepping on the deity’s head.

Until he heard the enraged deity’s head blessing him again, after sensing that mountain, a new mountain appeared, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Smashing the deity’s head, everything here collapsed, leaving only a few strands of yellow-black hair.

Wen Yan gathered the hair together, carefully feeling them.

This time, it was still a stone gate, a mountain.

But he felt a bit uneasy.

Because the second mountain was evidently smaller, shorter than the first mountain.

Even the stone gate was smaller.

This old dream, won’t it be consumed?

That’s it, the fantasy dream of repeatedly clearing instances is probably going to go bust.

Not sure how many more tries are possible, solely relying on clearing instances may not be enough.

Wen Yan sighed with a bit of regret, still has to go find the true deity of this statue.

He directly picked up the stupefied Er Jingong and continued to the next.

Beyond here, entering the mist, the moment entering the next puzzle, he felt the direction of cultivation again.

The path, through the first gate, the first mountain, then to the second gate, the second mountain, just like he thought.

The difficulty increased, but the direction was clear.

This feeling quickly dissipated, and he arrived again in the Old Dream of Aunt.

Er Jingong was already completely wrapped in Gray Cloth, not allowing him to see anything here, sound was also blocked.

Wen Yan rapidly arrived at the place he visited last time, waited for a moment.

The wind picked up.

On the horizon, a sandstorm appeared.

Wen Yan touched on himself, pulling out the photo of the cute Little Zombie, smiling brightly.

At the instant the wind blew, he let go, the photo floating away with the wind.

“Aunt, this is a photo of the little one now. She’s staying with me, not on Fuyu Mountain, living in the city. She likes eating tomatoes, both big and small. Also likes watching cartoons, can blink. Only the language she speaks I don’t understand. But it’s not a big issue, she understands what I say. Aunt, keep the photo as a memento. I’ll take more later, deliver them when I have time.”

Wen Yan gazed at the sandstorm, shouting loudly.

The photo was carried by the wind, soaring up, quickly disappeared in the direction of the sandstorm.

The rolling sands attacked, Wen Yan picked up Er Jingong, swiftly heading forward the moment the Temporary Buff appeared, quickly left the Old Dream, following the old path, returned to the Nether Path.

In the Old Dream, among the countless fragments carried by the sandstorm, this time, the image of the Little Zombie Wen Yan saw last time did not appear again.

The photo was turned by the wind, flipping in front of Aunt, then slowly halted in the wild wind, floating there.

Aunt, with bloodlust in her eyes, saw the Little Zombie smiling with small tiger teeth on the photo. The brows and eyes carried happiness and relaxation, impossible to appear in the past times.

The photo slowly crumbled in the sandstorm, dissipated.

And the image on the photo transformed into a puzzle, merged into the sandstorm, gradually became a part of the puzzle being wrapped.

Aunt extended a hand, reaching into this puzzle.

Within the puzzle, the colors were just right, warm and pleasant, the Sparrow Cat in the corner looking disdainful but stretching its neck to join the frame.

The Little Zombie seemed to be basking in the sun, full of joy and anticipation, without a trace of the typical eerie coldness of a zombie.

Aunt extended a hand, gently stroking Little Zombie’s head.

Little Zombie showed a shy smile, joyful.

At the same time, at Wenyan’s home, she held her small face, sitting at the table, absent-mindedly watching cartoons on the tablet, the Sparrow Cat chattered beside.

“It’s alright, anything Wen Yan can’t handle he won’t do, eat what you want, drink what you want, don’t let anything bother you.”

In the yard, Brother Dao standing on the rack glanced at the Sparrow Cat.

“Silly cat.”

The Sparrow Cat immediately fluffed up, flapping its wings and flew out, hovering in mid-air, looking down at Brother Dao.

“Who are you scolding!”

“I’ve seen money-pickers, but not scolding-pickers.” Brother Dao replied disdainfully.

Amidst the arguing, Little Zombie suddenly paused, reaching out to touch her head, as if she felt someone touched her head.

A few minutes later, Wen Yan rushed out from Old Zhao’s family, after transmitting all the captured videos to the Black Box, he immediately urgently continued to the next round.

Entering again, upon seeing the Great Zombie in lavish attire sitting cross-legged on the coffin, holding a box of small tomatoes in his arms, Wen Yan thought, oh no, the instance hasn’t reset…