CHAPTER 413: CHAPTER 139: IT’S ALL FATE!

Chen Yan understood!

It spoke human language, and it was Dragon Country Language?

Just the pronunciation was strange, very awkward.

After some thoughts flashed through Chen Yan’s mind, he originally intended to refute, but at this moment, a different idea suddenly came to him.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Yan slowly nodded, "I... yes."

"Your clothes are very strange, different from other savages."

The female monster shook her head, seeming somewhat puzzled.

But fortunately, she seemed like she was just making an observation without expecting Chen Yan to answer.

"Running from the mountains, savages... very rare. You are caught by me, henceforth, are my property."

The female monster said this while pulling out a knife from her waist.

Chen Yan recognized it as a knife.

Except the blade was black and sharpened very thin.

As for the handle, it was gray-white, seemingly bone-like?

The female monster extended the knife, quickly flicking Chen Yan’s wrist.

With a snip, the thing restraining Chen Yan’s hands was severed.

Chen Yan recognized, what was binding his wrists was actually...

That type of bent wooden twig?

This thing was like iron wire?

"Hope you don’t eat a lot. If you eat more than you work, I will kill you."

The female monster looked at Chen Yan, grinning: "I don’t have much food, can’t support more savages."

Well, Chen Yan suddenly realized something.

This female monster seemed... not very smart?

Her smile was like that of a simple-minded fool?

But just as Chen Yan’s eyes landed on her knife, her expression suddenly changed, becoming fierce, and with a swift motion, she pressed the knife against Chen Yan’s neck!

The cold blade pressing against Chen Yan’s throat made him feel a slight prickling pain.

"Don’t think of escaping, nor resist, otherwise, I will kill you!"

Chen Yan didn’t move—he knew the sense of adapting to circumstances very well.

Although he hadn’t figured out what was going on, it was clear that reasoning with a non-human creature was completely pointless!

Moreover, the other party was obviously capable of killing him.

"Alright, I won’t run, won’t resist." Chen Yan promptly responded.

The female monster stepped back, reached into her bosom, and pulled out an object, handing it to Chen Yan.

"Eat! Eat full, then work."

Chen Yan was startled for a moment.

The object the female monster handed over was a blackened... steamed bun, or a pancake?

The dark object had obvious traces of some suspicious animal hair.

And it carried a stench?

Chen Yan swallowed hard.

He really didn’t want to eat this suspicious thing... who knows if eating it might lead to food poisoning and death.

Besides, the thing was pulled out from this dirty-looking female monster’s clothing, it smelled terrible!

"I’m not hungry." Chen Yan shook his head, but he immediately made a request: "I’m very cold, can you give me clothes?"

The female monster looked at Chen Yan, seemingly thinking, but clearly, she wasn’t very smart, and after considering for quite a while, she nodded, sounding a bit pleased: "Good, you really don’t eat much!"

Having said that, she turned and left the room, slamming the door shut as she did.

Chen Yan was taken aback.

"Wait! I wanted clothes!"

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On a mist-enshrouded mountain peak.

A silver-haired woman stood atop the mountain, gazing into the depth of the distant fog.

It seemed as though faint sunlight tried to break through the dark mist, but was helplessly shrouded layer upon layer, unable to pierce through.

Only occasionally did a strand of golden light spill out...

The woman looked off into the distance, sighing softly.

She reached out, her fingers flickering rapidly as she computed something, then her expression changed! She shook her head with a bitter laugh.

"Here it comes, here it comes! Still, it comes... it’s indeed fate."

Behind her, a figure floated up the mountain path, dressed in white with a tall white cap, breaking through the thick fog before quickly landing in front of her.

The woman glanced over, shaking her head, "What’s the matter?"

"Sector Twenty-four has retreated, but their Yama died in action, reporting up to request the Venerable..."

"If dead, just replace with another, let them choose one from within." The woman waved her hand.

"...Venerable, is it really that casual?" White Impermanence was dumbfounded: "Though Sector Twenty-four suffered great losses, it’s still a Yama position at least..."

"Let them choose themselves!

I haven’t been around for years, just returned not long ago? I can’t even name all the people in Sector Twenty-four, how can I appoint anyone?"

The woman shook her head, speaking slowly: "Let them choose themselves, after all, the selected Yama is responsible for leading them. If they choose well, they will have a good leader, if not, they bear the consequences—it’s very fair."

White Impermanence wanted to say more, but the woman glared: "Quickly go, don’t bother this old woman without reason."

White Impermanence retreated timidly, quickly vanishing into the thick fog.

The woman gazed at the misty mountain peak in the distance, slowly sitting on the ground.

"Dear grandson... I told you not to come, but you just wouldn’t listen..."

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