Chapter 1144: Chapter 648: The Mystery of Yang Feng

Information: Yang Zhu’s mother, Miduo, was fond of Yang Feng. The two of them entered the Secret Realm together, and a year later, Miduo gave birth to Yang Zhu. After Yang Feng went missing, Miduo and Yang Zhu depended on each other for survival.

Question: What is the relationship between Yang Zhu and Yang Feng?

"Could it be that Yang Feng isn’t Yang Zhu’s dad???"

Yang Genshuo’s mind was blown!

He even sketched out Miduo’s appearance for Yang Fushuo to recognize, and Yang Fushuo immediately recognized her as the female cultivator who came with Yang Feng eleven years ago.

If Yang Genshuo were a detective, he could declare the case closed.

But he is the Patriarch.

He can see blood relations through the game.

Yang Feng, the one most likely to be Yang Zhu’s father, is paradoxically the least likely to be his father.

System paradox: If Yang Feng is Yang Zhu’s father, he wouldn’t be able to see Yang Zhu.

"Damn! What exactly happened back then?"

"Who the hell is this bastard Yang Min’an? Is he dead yet?"

"How can someone be so completely invisible? How did you do it?"

Yang Genshuo scratched his head furiously.

"Ugh! This logic is getting more and more tangled, the reasoning has reached a dead end, and now breaking through depends on two people..."

Either Miduo wakes up after being healed, or Yang Qiangyou successfully breaks through and wakes up.

As for finding Yang Feng... Yang Genshuo doesn’t have much hope.

"The only consolation is that Yang Qiangwei knows Yang Feng isn’t dead."

"Yang Feng is likely trapped somewhere..."

"Right, what happened to the Legendary Land Yang Feng and his group entered back then?"

Yang Genshuo asked Yang Fushuo.

"That Legendary Land is named ’The Long Road Home’. Reports from all over the continent said it was a one-time access Legendary Land, and there has been no news of it reopening in years."

"Sigh... If only it could open again."

After a moment of silence, Yang Genshuo sighed.

"Focus on the present for now; we still have time to take things slowly..."

Currently, the priorities of finding Yang Feng and Yang Min’an are ranked lower.

The most important thing now is to bring Yang Zhu home and ensure those of the Yang Family who are trapped in the Legendary Land, White Grain Warehouse, can come out safely.

Moreover, Yang Genshuo knows one thing... Yang Feng is definitely not in mortal danger.

Yang Qiangwei knows this too.

This is a secret among the three of them.

They turned their attention to within the Legendary Land.

Yang Zhu and her group had been following the official road for days.

The view suddenly opened up.

A town appeared ahead.

"Eh? This town looks quite large... It should be the first big structure we’ve encountered since arriving here, right?"

"On the official road... It seems this town is a necessary path for us."

"Better be careful... I’ll inform the Patriarch!"

Encountering such an obvious city, it’s always a good idea to discuss it with the Patriarch first, since it’s bound to be a place where stories unfold.

"I’m watching... Don’t rush over, there are still people around, a lot of people."

"Hmm?"

Yang Zhu and her group stopped, hiding their bodies among the nearby woods, and everyone looked around.

"Woo~~~"

A low, muffled growl sounded from outside the city.

Some people in tattered clothes, their faces covered in blood, and moving stiffly, emerged from a small path in another direction.

Their eyes protruded, mouths open wide, and they emitted hoarse roars from their throats, appearing particularly terrifying.

They continued to emerge from the path, the forest, and the dilapidated villages... increasing in number.

"This is like zombies... Are they forming a horde?"

Yang Genshuo opened the Character Cards above these creatures’ heads.

[Flowing Corpses]

[Identity: Legendary Soul]

[Realm: ???]

[In a year of disaster, where citizens couldn’t make ends meet and the court demanded more and more grain, people abandoned their land, becoming refugees wandering everywhere like living corpses, willing to do anything for a chance to survive...]

[Someone gathered these Flowing Corpses to continuously attack major county towns, infecting every normal person they encountered, turning them into one of their own...]

[Ability: Gather, Infect, ???]

"These... They’re different from the refugees encountered before. These are aggressive and can infect, and there are too many of them... We can’t make contact with them."

Yang Genshuo sent the Character Cards to Yang Zhu and her group, issuing a warning.

In that moment, at least thousands of ’Flowing Corpses’ had gathered outside the county town.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom boom boom!

They used their dry arms to beat against the city gates, letting out hoarse low growls from their throats.

On top of the city walls, a large number of soldiers in armor appeared.

They wielded bows and arrows, unleashing volleys from the city walls.

Without a word, they started shooting!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~

The decaying skin on the Flowing Corpses below sprouted meatball-like spores, forming solid armor to resist the arrows shot from above.

But those hit in the head were still killed instantly.

Their bodies deflated like balloons, collapsing into a heap of blood and flesh.

The Flowing Corpses didn’t sit back passively. The ones at the front crazily hammered the gates, their hands transforming into red Hulk-like hands, unleashing their Fury.

Other Flowing Corpses placed their hands on the proliferating meatballs... splash!

They directly ripped them off, flinging them towards the top of the city walls!

Boom, boom, boom!

Masses of meatballs were thrown onto the city walls, and upon landing, they opened a pair of eyes and a mouth full of fangs, leaping up to bite the soldiers!

"Ah!!!"

"Ah ah ah!"

In no time, numerous soldiers were bitten by these meatballs, with blood and flesh torn from their bodies; soldiers behind immediately drew their swords, stabbing through the meatballs and throwing them down.

But those bitten soldiers, their eyes turned red, their skin and flesh rapidly changing, corpse spots sprouting on their faces, blood dripping from their mouths, glaring menacingly at their former comrades.