"Seven Steps, now starting, if you take another seven steps, you will die of a bad life. If you don't believe it, you can continue walking." A voice came from Xiaohua again.

The cold sweat on Zhou Wen's forehead flowed down instantly. He stood there, not knowing whether he should continue to walk for a while.

Logically speaking, Diting should be able to restrain some evil powers, but there is no invincible ability in this world. Zhou Wen has not yet figured out what kind of evil powers Diting can restrain.

If the little flower was just a sensation, it would be fine if Zhou Wen left, but what if it was telling the truth? Zhou Wen did not dare to gamble with his own life.

But Zhou Wen was unwilling to be frightened by the little flower. After gritting his teeth, Zhou Wen continued to retreat, one, two, and three steps. Zhou Wen retreated and looked at the little flower on the mountain wall.

Xiaohua did not make any sound again, which made Zhou Wen a little more uneasy.

Four steps, five steps, six steps, Zhou Wen continued to walk, and Diting earrings on his ears were not responding. Zhou Wen secretly sang in his heart: "Are you really cheating me? Why don't you react at all?"

I thought this in my heart, but I didn’t dare to take this last step.

That's right, Zhou Wen is indeed afraid of death, and there seems to be no need to bet on his life like this.

"Why don't you leave? You have one step left, keep going." Xiaohua finally spoke, but her tone was full of teasing.

"We have no grudges and no grudges, why do you make things difficult for me? If you lack fertilizer, I will help you find it. If you lack water, I will help you water it. What do you think?" Zhou Wen stood there and looked at the little flowers on the mountain wall and shouted.

"Who wants you to water and fertilize?" The little flower said coldly: "Now, I will ask you and answer. If I satisfy me, I will spare your life. Otherwise, I will make you live without dying. Even if I die, I will refine you into lamp oil."

"I have such a bad temper that I can't stand the threat of others, so I'll leave. What can you do?" Zhou Wen said as he was about to raise his foot and continue walking.

But as soon as he raised his heel, he felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground. He was shocked and stopped quickly, without really lifting his feet up and taking this step.

"Damn it, why is this happening?" Zhou Wenzhong was shocked. Now he knew that what Xiaohua said was true.

"Why don't you leave? Keep going, where is your bad temper?" Xiaohua teased.

Zhou Wen thought to himself: "There is no need to fight with a flower and throw away his life. Even Di Ting's evil-transformed soul is useless. I wonder what the origin of this little flower is?"

"I see that you are the only little flower growing on the mountain wall and don't have a companion. You must be very lonely and sad. I am the most shameful person who is sad and suffering. I will chat with you. But since it's a chat, you can't just ask me questions, but you have to ask me some questions. Do you think so?" Zhou Wen bargained.

Xiaohua did not refute him, but just asked, "What's your name?"

Zhou Wen's heart skipped a beat. He remembered that in myths and legends, there was a ability to imprison people by calling a name, and he didn't know whether he should answer for a while.

"Why are you so mother-in-law? You're still dead." Xiaohua said impatiently.

"My name is Zhou Wen, what are your name?" Zhou Wen knew that even if you want to apply for a pseudonym, it would be useless, because the name is actually just a code name. The name reported from him, whether it is true or false, it means he himself. If the other party really has that ability, it is also effective to apply for a pseudonym.

"Just call me Lord Emperor." Xiaohua paused and continued to ask, "What are you doing here?"

"I said I'm here for a trip, do you believe it?" Zhou Wen said this, but he was whispering in his heart: "A flower wants to be the emperor, are you crazy?"

Xiaohua giggled: "Believe, why don't you? Since you are here for a trip, then Bendi will do a good thing and take you to the mountain of Qizi once."

With the sound of the little flower, cracks appeared on the wall of the mountain where the little flower took root, and the cracks were gradually widening, causing the mountain to start to shake slightly, and the mountain seemed to be about to crack.

"No need to be so troublesome. I am afraid of heights and I don't like climbing mountains the most. I'll take a look at the river view here." The cold sweat on Zhou Wen's forehead increased a lot.

The shaking mountain body calmed down, and Xiaohua laughed and said, "Don't you really come in and have a look?"

"I really don't need it." Zhou Wen waved his hand quickly, then changed the topic and said: "Are there many dimensional creatures in Qizi Mountain? Are there any mythological existences?"

"Of course there are, and there are many more. Which one do you want to meet? I can let them come out to see you." Xiaohua said with a smile.

"No, I just ask casually." Seeing that the little flower spoke, the louder it became, and he was very suspicious whether it was bluffing itself.

It was just a flower, but it still grew on this kind of mountain wall that was hit by the wind and rain, but the tone of its speech seemed to be the king of Chess Mountain, which really made Zhou Wen very suspicious.

"Are there many humans with strength like you now?" Xiaohua asked.

"It should be quite a lot." Zhou Wen thought about it and felt that it should be quite a little.

In the era of Jing Daoxian, the dimensional storm had just arrived not long ago, and there were few epic powerhouses. These decades have passed, and epic powerhouses are no longer as rare as before.

"How much is the human population now?" Xiaohua continued to ask.

"It should be less than 10 billion, right?" Zhou Wen thought about it and replied. These are not secrets, and there is nothing to hide.

"Then the level of yours should be hundreds of millions, right?" Xiaohua said in contemplation.

"This... shouldn't be that much, right?" Zhou Wen was really hard to speak when he heard Xiaohua say this, because the truth is too different from Xiaohua's guess.

Although Zhou Wen doesn't know how many epic powerhouses there are in the Federation now, it is estimated that it is difficult to even reach the six-digit number. It would be great to have tens of thousands.

"Are you tens of millions?" Xiaohua guessed again.

"It's a little less." Zhou Wen had no choice but to say.

"Is there only a few million? Are humans so weak nowadays? There are so few people of your level." Xiaohua said in a tone that she didn't believe it.

"It's almost the same, basically I'm relatively weak." What can Zhou Wen say? I can't tell Xiaohua that the number it guessed should be reduced by a hundred times.

Zhou Wen thought for a while and asked, "You are very familiar with Qi Zishan? Have you ever seen a pattern here, which is a painting of a small hand, and something may be held in the small hand."

Zhou Wen roughly described the pattern of the little hand. Anyway, he can't leave now, so why not take the opportunity to inquire about the news. Maybe this little flower really knows it.
Chapter completed!