Chapter 1287 Mark, Petition for Authority (5k)

Wen Yan was greatly disappointed; this ancient dream is not working. The blessing received the second time was clearly not as good as the first, and to top it off, it even has a built-in cooldown.

However, since I’m already here, I have to move forward even if I want to go back. I might as well gather more information.

Huafu Dajiang sat on the coffin, eating cherry tomatoes, looking at Wen Yan with a bit of bewilderment. He had too many questions to ask.

Then, before he could say anything, Wen Yan came to his side and handed him another box of cherry tomatoes.

“Brought these for you this time, don’t ask, you can’t plant them.”

“You told me that before, I remember.”

Wen Yan almost forgot that this place hasn’t been reset yet.

This time, Huafu Dajiang didn’t start fighting right away; he was purely bewildered by Wen Yan, with a head full of questions, just wanting to figure out what’s going on.

“Don’t ask, you can’t leave, I’ve met you several times. What I know, you already know.”

“Oh, got it, I don’t remember you.”

“Yes.” Wen Yan thought for a moment, since there’s no rush now, let’s ask something else: “If I meet you next time, and you don’t remember me, how can I make sure you don’t fight everyone you see? I can’t start off with a fight every time we meet, right? What if by accident I kill you, or you kill me? That’s not good.”

Huafu Dajiang was silent, and he thought for a moment, even this time, when he discovered there was a living person here, his first thought was indeed to test them.

If the other party is too weak, even a test might be deadly.

With Wen Yan saying this, it is obvious he had encountered this kind of situation before. He gave him a box of cherry tomatoes as soon as they met, clearly experienced.

Huafu Dajiang looked down at the box of cherry tomatoes in his hand, something he can taste, very precious.

He speculates that in previous encounters with Wen Yan, Wen Yan used this thing to end the fight.

He thought carefully, trying to remember what would make him trust instantly but couldn’t recall. Finally, he found only his own power.

He extended a finger, and a small wisp of gray air appeared at the fingertip, slowly floated up and landed in Wen Yan’s palm, transforming into a symbol.

“This is my power, it’s the only thing I could think of. Even if I don’t remember you, as long as I see this mark…”

At this point, Huafu Dajiang glanced at the box of cherry tomatoes and hastily added.

“Also, as long as I taste this thing, combined with the mark, I will surely know it’s a reliable friend.”

“Good.” Wen Yan looked at the mark in his palm, no corpse poison, just a simple mark that he could even choose to remove easily. It’s not powerful, can only be used purely as a token.

Wen Yan was satisfied; this was enough. Next time I come here, I can save time and reduce the possibility of trouble.

Most importantly, since this Huafu Dajiang is a projection, then with the strength of this Huafu Dajiang, his real self likely still exists. By the time I encounter his real self, it will save a lot of trouble.

Wen Yan still remembered, the coffin Huafu Dajiang was sitting on, has been transported away in the real world.

No one knows where it is now, Er Jingong didn’t know either, and no one knows what is to be done with it after it was transported away.

He chatted with Huafu Dajiang, this guy as usual remembers nothing, except instinctively remembering how to fight, everything else is a blur.

Wen Yan didn’t linger here any longer, he captured more videos as materials, then walked into the mist behind the small town.

Beyond the mist, the place that appeared this time, wasn’t the jigsaw puzzles from before or the jigsaw puzzle of the little temple statue, but a piece of wilderness.

Wen Yan looked at Er Jingong, who was looking confused.

“Don’t look at me, I can guarantee, I’ve definitely never been here.”

Er Jingong pointed to a mountain not far away, where there stood a lone tree, noticeably taller than all the surrounding vegetation. The branches of the big tree extended to both sides, looking from afar, like a giant lifting its arms, very distinctive.

“If I had been here, I wouldn’t possibly forget that tree, it’s too noticeable.”

Wen Yan gazed at the tree, estimating the straight-line distance to be over a thousand meters, not too far.

Upon arriving here, he surveyed the area, indeed noticing that tree first, too conspicuous.

Wen Yan pondered for a moment, it’s a puzzle I’ve never been to before.

“It’s possible, you have been here, but you forgot.”

Wen Yan wandered nearby, checked the surrounding vegetation, and looked at the distant slope, finding mostly common needle-leaf forest plants. Combined with the mountainous terrain here, if it’s within the Divine Land, it can be basically determined as the Northeast Lao Linzi region.

“Can it be identified?”

“Should be Old Linzi, but not sure exactly where it is, Old Linzi is quite large, spanning over a thousand miles.” Er Jingong squatted down to inspect, and gave his judgment.

Wen Yan looked around, very quiet, and this silence could be categorized as the safe time that accompanies entering an ancient dream for the first time.

Based on the intelligence he gathered and verified personally, this safe time can be enjoyed even if one enters through special routes.

The difference being that, according to existing intelligence, when naturally entering one’s own ancient dream, this safe time is available each time, even over multiple instances.