184: Chapter 184 The Pancake Makes a Great Contribution!

A group of people sprinted along the mountain trails towards the direction of the Old Capital for most of the day. When they crossed the final mountain ridge, Tu Ziguan stopped in his tracks.

He stood at the edge of the ridge and slowly lowered the maxim gun mount to the ground.

"Damn it."

The Old Capital Comorion was no longer there.

That mountain col, which once stood with stone towers, obsidian altars, and hundreds of domed stone houses, now only left a silently spreading grayish-green swamp.

On the surface of the swamp, a few broken pieces of stone pillars and semi-melted fragments of obsidian altars occasionally surfaced, but they were soon swallowed up again by the newly surging grayish-green solution.

The air was filled with a strong stench of decay, mixed with fluctuations of curses.

This swamp was alive; it was still expanding outward, and the frozen soil at its edge was being dissolved and assimilated layer by layer at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On a relatively dry frozen soil highland at the edge of the swamp stood a humanoid figure.

Kengaxin Zaun had already returned to human form, and that mixed-race face between a Voormis and a human appeared hollow in the gray-blue morning light.

He looked down at the grayish-green ocean beneath his feet, which he and another monster had jointly created. The single eye on his abdomen was already closed, and the cup-shaped giant mouth on his shoulder had also retracted into his body, leaving only the old wound on his neck throbbing.

Beside him, at the edge of that grayish-green swamp, Xie Feng sat blankly on a semi-melted stone slab.

His lower body was still that puddle of grayish-green solution.

The jade pendant given to him by Zuo Ciyuan was emitting a warm milky-white halo, which enveloped his heart and temples.

Fear and paranoia were suppressed, but amnesia still stubbornly occupied his consciousness.

He felt that the tall mixed-race being beside him possessed a familiar aura of the Old Gods, faintly echoing the power within his own body, but he completely did not remember fighting side by side with this person before, nor did he remember why he was sitting at the edge of this swamp.

Although the newly arrived group was somewhat wary of Kengasing on the side, according to intelligence, this person seemed to be Xie Feng's new friend.

The crowd crossed the mountain col and saw Xie Feng like this. Tu Ziguan poked his head left and right.

"Holy crap, can you even change back this time? Do we still have to go back to find Prefecture Overseer Zuo?! You have no idea, when we saw that White Witch take you away, I beat her up good, but as a result she didn't know where you went either, leaving us in the end..."

Xie Feng raised his head to look at Tu Ziguan, only tilting his head slightly.

"Who are you?"

Tu Ziguan set the maxim gun down on the ground, walked up to Xie Feng, and squatted down.

"Hiss? Amnesia? No way, where did you go this time? You're not faking it, are you?"

Xie Feng felt a little like hitting him, but was afraid of beating this person to death. This person looked very familiar and seemed very close to him.

"I don't remember who I am. Who are you?"

Tu Ziguan looked at the puddle of grayish-green solution on Xie Feng's lower body, and watched as the three fractured eyeballs beneath the tattered veil on Xie Feng's face turned toward him simultaneously.

Then he spoke in a serious and calm tone: "Brother Feng, I am Tu Wu."

Lu Mingyuan frowned from the side.

"He has suffered a mental impact. Are there any anchors that can help him recall?"

Aivage also nodded.

"It looks very much like the madness symptoms described in magic books, which takes a certain amount of time to recover. Do you have anything that can stimulate his memory?"

Although he couldn't understand what Aivage said, Tu Ziguan could understand what Lu Mingyuan said.

Then Lu Mingyuan took out a strange bronze creation and stuffed it into Tu Ziguan's ear.

"What is this?"

"A translator, so you can understand Aivage speaking."

"You had this thing and didn't give it to me earlier?!"

Lu Mingyuan saw the look in Tu Ziguan's eyes.

"This thing is very difficult to build. Previously, Xie Feng did the translating, so I didn't take it out."

Then Tu Ziguan began using various words, trying to awaken Xie Feng's memory.

Ultimately, going back and forth discussing a whole bunch of things yielded no results.

None of it worked.

Tu Ziguan was out of ideas.

Aivage leaned over.

"Are there any objects that would work too? It doesn't necessarily have to be verbal."

"What objects? The books on him would work, but nobody can take them..."

Tu Ziguan suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Then he pulled a sesame flatbread from his bosom!

Lu Mingyuan and Aivage wore strange expressions.

"Will this work?"

The two asked simultaneously.

"Treat a dead horse as a live one!"

Then Tu Ziguan put the sesame flatbread right by Xie Feng's mouth.

Xie Feng merely tilted his head and looked at him for a long while, then spoke, his tone still retaining a hint of instinct: "I don't eat sesame flatbread."

"It actually worked?!"

Aivage was so shocked that his eyes widened.

"Could it succeed this time?!"

As for Lu Mingyuan, he said a sentence that nobody understood.

Tu Ziguan asked a few more questions, but Xie Feng couldn't remember anything except the sesame flatbread from the Qingyun Sect cafeteria.

Xu Liujing squatted at the edge of the swamp, gently touching that grayish-green solution with a fragment of the Seal rune stone in his hand.

The rune stone began to melt silently the moment it touched the edge of the solution. He withdrew the rune stone in panic, only to find that nearly half of it had been dissolved.

"If someone stepped on that, not even their bones would be found."

Kengasing on the side just watched this group of people's strange actions. Although his urge to kill was very heavy, these people clearly knew this madman. If he rashly made a move, even a demigod feared accidentally injuring friendly forces.

Lu Mingyuan stood at the edge of that grayish-green swamp, scanned Kengaxin Zaun's calm face, and finally let his gaze fall on Xie Feng, suddenly speaking: "At this time, we can take him to see the White Worm."

Aivage abruptly turned his head.

"That's impossible. He doesn't even remember who he is right now, and you're taking him to see Rlim Shaikorth? The Lord of Immortality, the White Worm. Are you afraid he hasn't died thoroughly enough?"

Tu Ziguan looked at Lu Mingyuan earnestly. Having spent so much time with this Yithian, he knew that the thinking pattern of the Great Race of Yith was never a casual remark.

Lu Mingyuan looked at Xie Feng before him and spoke again:

"Even if amnesia can recover naturally, we cannot let Xie Feng stay like this. It was the Spell of the White Worm that turned him into this state. Although we don't know what happened, if we can find the lair of The Chilling Ones, we might have a way to resolve the abnormal condition currently on Xie Feng's body."

"Go see the White Worm! At least this timeline is viable."

Aivage couldn't understand this sentence, but he could tell that there was no uncertainty whatsoever in Lu Mingyuan's tone.

Xie Feng sat on that semi-melted stone slab, his three fractured eyeballs turning toward Lu Mingyuan simultaneously: "Where are we going? Can it restore my memory? I can go with you; I feel like you guys aren't deceiving me."

Tu Ziguan stuffed another piece of sesame flatbread into Xie Feng's mouth.

"Being brothers is in the heart. Even with amnesia, you didn't forget your brothers. You're reliable, old Xie."

Xie Feng really couldn't remember Tu Ziguan, but this person definitely had a good relationship with him, and his acceptance capacity was amazingly strong.

At least ordinary people wouldn't squat beside such a creature and stuff sesame flatbread into his mouth.

Aivage scratched his head frantically, and finally compromised under the gaze of the group, pointing his finger to the north. That direction was precisely Senges, where the White Worm entrenched itself, and the depths of the Old-Time Mountains.

He reported a coordinate.

"Let's go. Anyway, I'm heading north too, and the White Worm is my only goal for this trip out. But let's make it clear first, if Xie Feng completely loses control halfway, I will use a binding Spell to tie him up, and it's useless whoever among you tries to stop me."

Kengasing cast a strange look.

The look roughly meant: 'Stop bragging.'

Xie Feng walked along the road, the grayish-green solution on his lower body slowly writhing on the frozen soil, and he was puzzled.

"Why? Why would a monster like me hate sesame flatbread, yet not seem very resistant to it either? Even if I dislike it, I still remember it. Could it be that before losing my memory, I was someone who baked sesame flatbreads?"