Chapter 176: Dream Singer Flower (Two chapters in one, seeking monthly tickets again)

At noon the next day, the Centipede Woman walked out of the New Land, soul-lost.

Yesterday, from noon to dusk, from nightfall to dawn, the Centipede Woman wanted to kill Ma Wu several times, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. This was the talent Feng Daiku gave Ma Wu.

Walking to the wild boar's side, the Centipede Woman said with a trembling voice: "Because I was hit by his technique, things turned out like this. You can't tell anyone about this."

The wild boar snorted with a laugh: "If you have anything to say, go tell your mother. I already told her just now."

The Centipede Woman's face turned pale: "What did my mother say?"

"She said her face was completely lost by you, and she wants to kill you, you cheap hoof. Just wait to die."

The Centipede Woman was full of fear: "Why did you tell my mother? Why is your mouth so lacking!"

The wild boar was too lazy to grind teeth with her: "You've already come out of the land plot. Now it's my turn."

The Centipede Woman looked at the wild boar in surprise: "Do you dare to go in?"

"Why wouldn't I dare? I'm not a woman!" The wild boar gave a ferocious laugh and looked at Ma Wu. "He can barely stand steady. Killing him is easier than killing a grasshopper!"

Ma Wu was indeed somewhat weak, but there was no fear on his face.

He was looking at the wild boar.

Little Genzi held the spoon, carried the bucket, and prepared for a desperate fight.

The wild boar was just about to cross into the land plot when he suddenly heard a roar from behind: "I want to see which beast ruined my daughter!"

The roar echoed in the wilderness for a long time, and another centipede walked out from deep in the forest.

The wild boar hurriedly gave way. This was a character he couldn't afford to provoke.

The centipede woman was more than three meters long. This giant centipede was more than five meters long. The upper half was a human body, and the lower half was an insect body. Two rows of fine legs crawled, arriving at the edge of the land plot.

This was the Centipede Woman's mother.

Ma Wu looked at the Centipede Mother's appearance. Her features were correct, her cheeks were fair, and she was very handsome, looking only twenty-eight or twenty-nine.

The Centipede Woman flopped down beside her mother and cried: "Mother, listen to me, this matter isn't what you think, it's like this..."

"Listen to you fart!" The Centipede Mother roared, scaring the Centipede Woman until her bones were soft and her muscles were numb.

"My face was truly lost by you!" The Centipede Mother gritted her teeth. "Roll home. Wait for me to kill this bird-man first, and when I go back, I'll dismantle your cheap bones!"

The Centipede Woman didn't dare to make a sound, spread two rows of legs, and ran quickly into the depths of the jungle.

The Centipede Mother glared at Ma Wu: "Little thief, are you ready to die?"

Ma Wu nodded calmly: "I'm ready."

Li Banfeng was exploring the New Land. Previously, he only traveled back and forth between the Orange Garden and Little Yellow Spring. This time he went to many new places and also saw many strange creatures.

He saw the Emerald Snake Vine. This creature that looked like both a snake and a vine wasn't too smart. As long as he escaped the range of its root system, he wouldn't be attacked by it.

There was a small grass about an inch high called the Broken String Chrysanthemum. The threat of this small grass was quite great. Once stepped on accidentally, it would drill through the sole of the shoe and drill out from the upper.

Li Banfeng hadn't seen alien species like these. Fortunately, the Gourd was knowledgeable, could name most alien species, and could also state their characteristics.

"Little Brother, if you encounter a Broken String Chrysanthemum, you must walk around it. Stepping on one is equivalent to stepping on a string. There are many flowers waiting to ambush you ahead."

Li Banfeng carefully noted the appearance of the Broken String Chrysanthemum. On this wilderness, every step had to be careful.

Walking another three or five miles, Li Banfeng suddenly heard a sound under his feet.

Li Banfeng thought he had stepped on something he shouldn't have. Raising his foot to look, the wilderness under his feet was desolate, without even a wild grass.

But there was indeed a sound.

It was singing.

"Can't forget, can't forget, can't forget your mistakes, can't forget your goodness, can't forget the walk in the rain, and can't forget the embrace in the wind..."

A "Unforgettable Love," singing the full infatuation into the bones. The Wine Gourd, as a woman, seemed moved by it.

"Little Brother, you've encountered a Dream Singer Flower."

"Dream Singer Flower?"

"This flower is also called the Song Girl Flower. Legend has it that a song girl passed away. If someone in the world still misses her singing, the song girl's soul will come to the New Land.

She will choose a stage for herself, put on a beautiful evening gown, and continue to sing for passing pedestrians.

Look, right there, that's the flower."

Without special description, Li Banfeng knew which flower the Gourd was talking about.

That flower was truly too conspicuous, and the place where it grew was very conspicuous.

It grew on the wilderness more than twenty meters away from Li Banfeng. There were no other grasses or trees around. On the empty wilderness, there was only this flower more than three feet high.

Its color was even more conspicuous. The flower hadn't bloomed. The flower bud was as long as a small arm, the petals were deep red, and it was hung with dew drops.

The flower leaves were very peculiar. The top few leaves wrapped the flower bud, and the bottom string of leaves, like a skirt hem, hung all the way to the ground.

"Little Brother, hurry and listen to her sing. Listen carefully. Being able to encounter a Song Girl Flower in the New Land is your good fortune.

Listen to how well she sings. Even the immortals in the sky are nothing more than this."

Immortals in the sky?

The Wine Gourd was usually very free and easy. Why did she suddenly become so affectionate today?

Stopping to listen for a moment, Li Banfeng stepped away and left.

He didn't feel this "Unforgettable Love" was sung very well, nor did he feel that anyone in the world could sing better than the Lady.

Seeing Li Banfeng was about to leave, the Wine Gourd hurriedly blocked: "Little Brother, don't be in such a hurry to leave. Listen a bit more!"

"Nothing good to listen to. It's far worse than what the Lady sings!"

"Little Brother, look, that flower has bloomed. The Song Girl Flower has bloomed!"

Li Banfeng looked back. The petals of the Song Girl Flower were blooming one by one.

In the center of the flower heart stood a flower stamen more than five inches long.

The stamen had a head, shoulders, and waist, only the two legs weren't very distinct, as if a woman was standing in the center of the flower heart, singing.

"Little Brother, look how beautiful she is!"

The Wine Gourd's condition was somewhat strange.

Li Banfeng glanced at it and continued walking: "Nothing good to look at, and the singing isn't very good either."

No matter how the Wine Gourd persuaded, Li Banfeng refused to stay any longer.

The singing stopped abruptly. The stamen jumped out of the flower heart and blocked in front of Li Banfeng.

"This gentleman, please stay. You said I don't sing very well. Where does this statement come from?"

If it were someone else, they would be surprised at why the stamen could leave the flower heart.

Li Banfeng wasn't surprised. He lowered his head and looked at the stamen, answering seriously: "Not good is not good. What else is there to say?"

"Saying it's not good after listening to two sentences, isn't that a bit arbitrary? You should listen a bit more."

The surrounding scenery suddenly changed. The wilderness disappeared, replaced by colorful lights and melodious music.

There was a stage, a dance floor, and round tables.

Li Banfeng was sitting beside a round table, holding a glass of wine in his hand.

On the stage stood a stunning woman wearing a green cheongsam, singing that "Unforgettable Love" with deep affection.

She was a song girl.

The guests around were staring at the song girl, trying their best to restrain their breathing, afraid of missing any note.

This was a dance hall.

No one was dancing on the dance floor because everyone's eyes were attracted by the song girl.

Li Banfeng wasn't attracted. He was thinking about the current situation.

How did he come to the dance hall?

It should be an illusion.

How to break the illusion?

Li Banfeng didn't have similar experience.

The song girl stared at Li Banfeng, her gaze carrying a trace of coldness.

Li Banfeng wanted to pull out Tang Dao, but instead pulled a rose out from his waist.

The song girl smiled, walked toward the stage, and walked to Li Banfeng's front.

She took the rose into her own hand, pressed it against Li Banfeng's cheek, and asked softly: "Sir, do you still think I don't sing well?"

Li Banfeng answered honestly: "It's indeed not good."

The song girl's expression was ferocious, and she used the rose to scratch Li Banfeng's cheek.

The sharp thorns scratched the skin, and blood flowed out, but Li Banfeng couldn't feel the pain.

The song girl said softly: "I see you still listen too little. Then listen here for a while more."

Li Banfeng asked again: "What if I say it's good?"

The song girl shook her head: "Then you definitely aren't sincere."

"What if I sincerely say it's good?"

"Then you listen here for a lifetime."

"Not being reasonable, right?" Li Banfeng wanted to stand up, but his legs seemed to be made of cotton, unable to exert any strength.

The song girl patted Li Banfeng's face: "This is my territory. What I say is the truth."

Unable to exert strength, and not knowing pain, this was dreaming.

Wake up!

Hurry up and wake up!

Li Banfeng opened his eyes suddenly and struggled out of the dream.

He was still standing on the wilderness, listening to the Wine Gourd introducing the Broken String Chrysanthemum.

"Little Brother, if you encounter a Broken String Chrysanthemum, you must walk around it. Stepping on one is equivalent to stepping on a string. There are many flowers waiting to ambush you ahead,

Like that Song Girl Flower, Little Brother, look how beautiful she is..."

Just talking about the Broken String Chrysanthemum, why did it talk about the Song Girl Flower again?

Could it be that he was still dreaming?

This gourd is fake!

Li Banfeng took off the Wine Gourd, threw it aside, and ran wildly, only to find himself back in the dance hall, holding a glass of wine, sitting beside the round table.

The song girl stood on the stage, looking at Li Banfeng with a smile.

"Little Brother, I just told you about the Broken String Chrysanthemum. Did you hear it? If you heard it, answer me. There are quite a few Broken String Chrysanthemums in this place; you have to be careful!"

The Wine Gourd was introducing the Broken String Chrysanthemum to Li Banfeng. Halfway through speaking, Li Banfeng suddenly had no response.

"Little Brother? Little Brother..."

The Wine Gourd was somewhat dissatisfied. Compared to other magic treasures, the Wine Gourd was more like Li Banfeng's confidante, and there should be at least respect between each other.

She circled around Li Banfeng. Seeing Li Banfeng's dull gaze and listening to Li Banfeng's somewhat heavy breathing, the Wine Gourd realized he had fallen asleep.

Dreaming?

There's a dream cultivator nearby!

Must wake him up quickly!

The Wine Gourd called out a few times, but Li Banfeng didn't respond. She floated her body in mid-air and crashed directly into Li Banfeng's head.

Bang! Bang!

Two muffled sounds.

Li Banfeng didn't wake up.

The Wine Gourd couldn't crash into his head again, otherwise Li Banfeng might faint, and then he would be completely trapped in the dream and couldn't wake up.

"Tang Dao, you scratch Little Brother with a knife, don't scratch too deep!"

Tang Dao came out of the sheath, circled around Li Banfeng twice, and retreated back into the scabbard.

The Wine Gourd asked: "What do you mean by this?"

The knife answered: "How can a loyal minister kill his master?"

"I'm not asking you to kill your master, I'm asking you to scratch him so he knows pain!"

Tang Dao refused: "I am a loyal official; I will never do such a rebellious thing."

This matter truly couldn't be blamed on Tang Dao for being pedantic.

Tang Dao counted as a high-level magic treasure and had much higher spiritual intelligence than ordinary magic treasures, but he couldn't jump out of the rules under his own definition.

All magic treasures had definitions of themselves and rules under those definitions.

The Gourd defined herself as a confidante, and teasing Li Banfeng or hitting him twice didn't matter.

But Tang Dao defined himself as a loyal official and good general.

Before finishing the three cuts, Tang Dao had to maintain absolute loyalty to Li Banfeng.

Unless it was after the three cuts, wanting to duel with Li Banfeng, otherwise, under any circumstances, Tang Dao couldn't attack Li Banfeng.

"Pendulum sister, do you want to try?"

The Pendulum responded coldly: "What do you want me to try? How dare I move the Master?"

The Containing Blood Pendulum originally hated the Gourd. Even if she was obedient in front of Li Banfeng, when talking to the Gourd, she still had that cold personality of Luo Yuni.

And she was also restricted by the rules of definition. Under the phonograph's definition, the Pendulum firmly believed she was Li Banfeng's woman. Apart from occasionally putting on makeup for Li Banfeng, she would absolutely not do anything to harm Li Banfeng.

The Pendulum was also trying her best to rescue Li Banfeng. Thought cultivation had a restraint on dream cultivation. She tried to control Li Banfeng's thoughts and forcibly take Li Banfeng away from the dream.

As expected, the Pendulum failed. Li Banfeng's thoughts were too many, and they didn't distinguish between primary and secondary, so they couldn't be controlled at all.

But the Pendulum wasn't without gains.

"There's singing!" the Pendulum responded. "There's singing in the Master's thoughts, it's a woman's..."

The Pendulum's voice was somewhat muddled. Hearing the singing in the thoughts, she also almost fell into a dream, relying entirely on the talent of thought cultivation to barely support herself.

Singing?

Hearing the Pendulum's words, the Wine Gourd didn't dare to touch Li Banfeng's thoughts either.

Where did the singing come from?

The Gourd thought of the Thread-Pulling Earring:

"Thread-Pulling sister? Did you hear the singing? Are you asleep? Wake up quickly!"

The Pendulum scratched the earring. She wouldn't be soft-hearted toward the earring.

The earring woke up. Hearing the Wine Gourd's inquiry, she hurriedly answered:

"There is indeed singing. I also heard it just now. I only heard two sentences and fell asleep."

The Wine Gourd whispered: "Dream Singer Flower, there's a Dream Singer Flower underground."

Tang Dao came out of the sheath and circled for a while: "I've seen a Dream Singer Flower. As long as this thing doesn't drill out of the ground, no one can hear her singing. I didn't see any unearthed Dream Singer Flower nearby."

That's right, the Dream Singer Flower hadn't unearthed, so where did the singing come from?

The Gourd couldn't figure out the reason.

The Pendulum had figured it out: "It's all because of this cheap maid, the earring, who is fishing for capital from the Master again!"

The price of the Thread-Pulling Earring was hearing sounds that shouldn't be heard.

The Dream Singer Flower was originally underground, and Li Banfeng shouldn't have heard her singing, but because of the Thread-Pulling Earring, he heard it.

The Thread-Pulling Earring explained: "I didn't mean to. I didn't want to harm Master either. I am..."

Halfway through speaking, the Thread-Pulling Earring fell into a deep sleep again.

The Pendulum said to the Gourd: "Hurry up and wake the Master, let's leave this place immediately."

Waking Li Banfeng wasn't difficult. Apart from using a knife to cut, the Gourd could think of other ways.

The key was that waking up was useless. The earring had just woken up, and in the blink of an eye, she fell asleep again. This was the Dream Singer Flower's method. Having heard her singing, one could fall into a dream at any time, and might even be severely damaged by the Dream Singer Flower because of repeated dreaming.

"Must find a way to force the Dream Singer Flower out!"

Tang Dao shouted: "As long as she can come out, I'll chop her immediately!"

The Pendulum said: "Stop talking nonsense. If she were willing to come out, would you need to chop her?"

Everyone couldn't think of a way to make the Dream Singer Flower appear, when suddenly they heard a weak voice, slowly saying one word:

"Blood."

Who was speaking?

It was the Judge's Brush.

The Judge's Brush that was too lazy to cultivate.

He only wanted to say this one word; he was too lazy to say even one more word.

Blood.

What blood?

The Gourd hadn't figured it out, Tang Dao couldn't figure it out, but the Pendulum suddenly remembered.

"The Drenched Monster's blood! The Grass Cultivator's blood! I still have a mouthful!"

When killing the Drenched Monster, the Pendulum sucked its fill of blood. After so many days, most of the blood had been digested, but she still kept the last mouthful.

Everyone had forgotten about this matter; didn't expect the Judge's Brush to still remember.

Actually, the Judge's Brush remembered many things; he was just too lazy to mention them.

The Pendulum leaped into mid-air and sprayed this mouthful of blood toward the wilderness.

On the wilderness, all kinds of plants began to grow wildly.

These plants were mostly seeds in the soil, and under the stimulation of the Grass Cultivator's blood, they quickly took root and sprouted.

The Dream Singer Flower lurking deep in the mud, now stained with the Grass Cultivator's blood, also began to grow uncontrollably.

Rustle, rustle, rustle~

A fresh flower broke through the soil. The petals were deep red, not yet opened, a few leaves wrapped the flower bud, and a string of leaves hung all the way to the ground like a skirt hem, as if the song girl were wearing an evening gown!

It really was a Dream Singer Flower!

The Pendulum shouted angrily: "Cheap maid, die!"

The flower root drilled out, splashing a piece of mud, blocking the Pendulum. The Dream Singer Flower wanted to escape, but Tang Dao flashed past, the flower neck broke, and the flower bud fell to the ground.

PS: If Ma Wu encountered a Dream Singer Flower, what would happen?

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 177 =====