“Dragon Lord!”
Before the words of gratitude could be uttered, a violent gust of wind arrived, and they could only watch as the figure of the Frostwind Lord grew smaller and smaller.
“Let’s go, take Old Liu and Little Wang with us. Those ghostly things in the mist are truly terrifying. Those two big men were only in there for a short while and were scared out of their wits. I wonder what they saw.”
The old man in the lead looked at Old Liu and Little Wang, who were trembling on the ground, and shook his head helplessly, while his gratitude towards the Frostwind Lord deepened.
If it weren't for the Frostwind Lord, they would all be like those two, or even worse, dying without knowing why.
“By the way, does anyone know this young man?”
Suddenly, the old man pointed to the young man who was shivering from the cold and asked.
“Don’t know him.”
“Never seen him before.”
“I saw him, the Dragon Lord brought him out of the mist too. Can people still survive in the mist now?”
“It's also possible that he's a survivor from another mountaintop. We're all trapped on one mountaintop; there's no reason why there wouldn't be anyone on the other mountaintops.”
Someone suggested this, and upon hearing this, the others thought about it and felt it was possible, nodding in agreement.
It wasn't impossible; in fact, it was highly likely.
“Then this kid is too pitiful, isn't he? He's the only one who survived on the entire mountaintop? Wouldn't he go crazy?”
Being survivors of the apocalypse, they understood how terrifying loneliness could be; it was a complete challenge to the limits of human physiology.
“Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about it. Didn't the Dragon Lord say that the city to the south has been cleared out? The apocalypse is over!”
Only then did the others belatedly recover from the joy of surviving, but they didn't expect that what awaited them was an even greater surprise.
“The apocalypse… is over?”
Someone murmured in disbelief.
“Yes, it's over. The Dragon Lord will definitely take care of those damned zombies!”
Some people couldn't help but shed tears. They all had relatives who died in the apocalypse, in the mouths of zombies.
Before, they had been too busy surviving to consider anything else, but now, the pressure of survival was disappearing one after another, and the suppressed emotions erupted at this moment. A group of people knelt on the ground, crying and laughing, incessantly kowtowing in the direction the Frostwind Lord had left.
“I suggest we should erect a memorial tablet for the Dragon Lord!”
Suddenly, someone stood up and suggested, and the others agreed without thinking.
“I'll find wood. Just now, in the Dragon Lord's claws, I saw a place with trees that are particularly suitable for making memorial tablets.”
“I know carpentry; I'll make it.”
“I'll add the color.”
“I… I'll chop down the tree!”
A group of overly excited people scrambled to take on the work of making a memorial tablet for the Frostwind Lord. The violently beating hearts in their chests made them understand, oh, they were still alive, living like humans, not just beasts living for the sake of living.
The Frostwind Lord, who was continuing to soar outwards, felt the several fervent beliefs suddenly湧現 in his body, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his face made of blue bones.
… …
Qian Er: “@Professor Yong Xuehai, Teacher, do you know what kind of undead-type pet beasts can merge into the dense fog?”
Qian Er directly @ Yong Xuehai in the small group.
Yong Xuehai: “Undead-type pet beasts that can merge into the dense fog? Is it purely merging into the mist itself or merging into the environment?”
Qian Er: “Merging into the mist itself.”
Yong Xuehai: “Why are you suddenly interested in ancient pet beasts?”
Qian Er: “Ancient pet beasts?”
Yong Xuehai: “Yes, ancient pet beasts. If it's just purely merging into the mist, the only known undead-type pet beast with this ability is called the Mist Demon. It's a genuine ancient pet beast that's now extinct. Not even a sample has been left behind, only fossils exist.”
Qian Er: “Extinct? Why?”
Outside the phone, Qian Er's hand holding the phone turned white due to the force, and his face became extremely solemn.
He had always thought that the relationship between the pet beast world and the apocalyptic world was likely like identical twins, but now it seemed that the relationship might be even closer.
Yong Xuehai: “Because they were too weak. What's the use of simply merging into the mist? Moreover, they themselves didn't have the ability to generate mist. According to archaeological research, this type of pet beast coexisted with a type of pet beast that could generate mist. According to archaeologists' speculation, it's possible that the pet beast that generated mist went extinct first, and without the mist, it couldn't attract creatures to enter it. The Mist Demon, unable to arouse fear in creatures' hearts, went extinct due to food shortages. The extinction times of the two were quite close.”
On the other side of the phone, Qian Er put the phone on the sofa, and he paced back and forth in the room.
Extinct due to food shortages?
I don't think so. It should be that the environmental changes were too fast, even causing earth-shattering changes in the environment in just a few minutes. The evolution of those things couldn't keep up with the speed of environmental change, and they didn't even have time to escape, which is why they went extinct.
After a while, he calmed down, and a smile reappeared on his face.
Qian Er: “It's nothing. I just saw this kind of pet beast that merges into the mist in a marketing account and felt it was quite strong, so I came over to ask.”
Yong Xuehai: “What's strong is merging into all environments, not merging into a single environment. What's even more ridiculous is that it itself doesn't have the ability to generate this environment. This kind of undead-type pet beast that can only coexist with another creature can completely compete for the weakest undead-type position.”
Taking a deep breath, Qian Er threw the phone aside and lay down on the bed.
“I accidentally became an ancestor?”
After joking in his heart, Qian Er stood up, and his figure gradually faded.
He had to go back and see the situation, to see if leaving some Mist Demons behind would have any impact on the pet beast world.
Opening his eyes again, Qian Er's figure had already appeared in the ruins of that city in the apocalyptic world.
“Frostwind Lord, come see me.”
He summoned the Frostwind Lord through the pet beast contract.
Not long after the words were spoken, he heard a deafening sonic boom in the air. The Frostwind Lord's figure flew from the horizon and landed in front of him.
“Where are those Mist Demons? Show them all to me.”
Seeing Qian Er's eagerness, the Frostwind Lord didn't talk nonsense and immediately opened his palm, releasing the captured Mist Demons and Molemen.
“Keep three pairs each for research. As for the rest, find a deserted place and release them all.”
Qian Er looked down for a while. These Mist Demons might be the ancestors of all modern undead-type pet beasts. How should I put it, it feels quite wonderful.
