CHAPTER 1067: MEANING

When Wen Wen learned that both Ishna and the Black Night Knight wanted to take him to capture Egger, he was completely bewildered.

Why bring along a "burden" like him to capture a runaway Catastrophe Level threat?

Wen Wen could somewhat understand Ishna’s actions, as she suspected that he had some connection to this great upheaval, and wanting to keep him nearby for observation was perfectly reasonable.

But why the Black Night Knight? He didn’t even know this big shot.

However, Ha Erman didn’t think too much about it; he just considered it a training experience. With two Catastrophe Level powerhouses leading the way to capture an injured Catastrophe Level, the risk wouldn’t be too high, and he could learn a lot.

They had little time to prepare, only half an hour, so Ha Erman took Wen Wen to change clothes. Then the two of them followed the two Catastrophe Level powerhouses onto a black plane, beginning the journey to capture Egger.

Egger’s hiding abilities were strong, occasionally stopping to toy with everyone. Even though the Black Night Knight could lock onto Egger’s location, he was still hard to catch.

The most troublesome part was that once daytime came, the Black Night Knight mysteriously vanished, breaking their chain of clues and giving Egger time to escape.

Thus, with starts and stops, the four of them arrived at an island off the southeastern coast of the Capital District.

Egger’s presence was on this island, and unlike other places where he dodged around, it seemed he was waiting for them here.

...

Capital District, Fengyang City.

A man wearing a mask walked out of the airport carrying a package.

This man was naturally Wenwu. Wen Wen had already helped him arrange all the necessary documents; now he was considered an assistant recruited by Wen Wen, with the same privileges as an ordinary Demon Hunter.

So even wearing a mask, he wouldn’t face any trouble accessing various public facilities.

He stepped onto this familiar land and took a deep breath.

In that real dream, he lived the latter half of his life in this city and was its most powerful Guardian. He was incredibly familiar with every street here.

Following his memory, he turned into a small alley.

At the entrance of the alley was a stall selling stinky tofu, and the vendor was indeed the chubby little guy he knew. The stinky tofu’s taste was similar to what he remembered.

The fruit stall beside it belonged to Sister Zhao, who had a large birthmark on one of her arms, just as he remembered.

"The things in my memory match this place perfectly... So are my memories real or illusory?"

Wenwu felt a little confused, yet he continued walking along the path he remembered.

If the stinky tofu stall and fruit stall were there, was the woman from his memory there too?

In that illusory dream, she was the woman who bore him a three-year-old son.

He arrived at the morning market on Construction Street in the Yizhou community of Fengyang City. At the entrance of the market was an old locust tree over a hundred years old, which should have a scar.

Before awakening his Supernatural Power, he had visited here and encountered a Monster.

The Monster saw him as reserved food. If it hadn’t been for that woman passing by by chance and pulling out the Bone Spur pinning him, he would have died that day.

Looking at this old locust tree, Wenwu let out a snort of laughter; there was no mark from the Bone Spur.

"In the end, I’m just an illusory will. No matter how real those experiences were, how could they leave a trace in reality?"

Wenwu shook his head and walked away sadly, ready to leave the morning market.

He knew the woman was running a small grocery store nearby in the morning market, working hard for her family.

But he was afraid. He didn’t want to approach her. What if the woman was just an imaginary construct, not real?

What if she looked exactly like his memories but was actually someone else?

What if the woman didn’t have the same affection for him as in the memories, but was instead afraid of him?

With so many worries, it was better not to meet. After all, he was just an old doppelgänger. Even if they met, what then? His

relationship couldn’t rekindle, surely.

As Wenwu walked along, shaking his head, a sense of loss filled his heart.

Suddenly, he heard a sharp, sassy voice: "Can’t you read? My shop’s small, once sold, no returns or exchanges. I’ve told you many times, don’t think of cheating me."

"Cut the crap, give me another pack of cigarettes. I won’t report you for selling fakes, consider yourself lucky."

Hearing this exchange, Wenwu’s eyes suddenly lit up. He turned and ran into the morning market, his eyes gleaming.

He remembered this interaction; it was exactly how he first met that woman.

He pushed through the crowd and saw a woman at the store entrance with a flushed face, holding a mop. He smiled contentedly.

"She is indeed here, and her personality is just like I remember."

During his journey to Fengyang City, there were moments Wenwu lamented the unfairness of fate, why his entire life was false, only to end up as a doppelgänger of a "main body."

But now he suddenly felt grateful to fate because if not for its arrangements, he would never have seen this woman again.

The woman at the store entrance suddenly sensed a burning gaze. She turned to see a man with slightly graying hair and a mask watching her intently.

That look made her feel uneasy all over, distracted from the argument with the burly man in front of her.

"Afraid, aren’t you? Guilty conscience, ain’t it? No need to yield to a Black Heart merchant like you."

Yelling with a box of Iron Beast Smoke was a bald, muscled man in a vest. The cigarettes were expensive, a box of ten selling for over a thousand yuan.

And the one in his hand was a substandard product he had procured from somewhere.

"Unwilling to exchange? Then refund me. I’m being reasonable enough."

This burly man was just trying to blackmail. A few days ago, he bought a cheap pack of cigarettes here and then went around boasting to the nearby vendors.

Today he returned with counterfeit cigarettes for compensation; he already found out this store was run by a young woman with no one backing her.

If she didn’t pay him, she could forget about running her shop peacefully. If she did, he would just keep coming back.

Suddenly, Wenwu lightly tapped his shoulder from behind: "Hey, you with the shoulder tattoo, don’t just bully women."

"What tattoo? These are two dragons!"

"To hell with your dragons."

Wenwu slapped him across the face.