Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1511 - 450 The First Step of Infiltration

Chapter 1511: Chapter 450 The First Step of Infiltration

Deep down, he had millions of questions he wanted to ask Tan Ya, but he didn’t know where to start.

When he first met Tan Ya, Liu Zhenhan had heard Remel, the sacrificer, say that high in the Hundred Thousand Mountains of the Aegean Continent, Dwarves had also discovered Stalagmite Beauties who could conceive and become pregnant just the same.

This largely proved that what Tan Ya had said was true---------it seemed... there was really no reason for Tan Ya to deceive him anyway.

If such prehistoric life really existed, then how many Medellin people are still remaining in this world?

Perhaps only those Medellin who are hidden deep within the Underground Holy Well and deep mountain caves remain safe, while all others couldn’t escape nature’s inexorable grasp.

After all, even if their lifespan is seemingly endless, a petrified body is not indestructible Jing Gold; any slight external damage could completely annihilate their existence.

The holy well at the bottom of the Underground Strait of Gibraltar, according to Tan Ya, was nothing more than a crystal person’s research lab used millennia ago.

Every thousand years, the Koutao Merfolk would find a Coral Beauty from the holy well, which is, in reality, just a petrified crystal Medellin being slowly transmitted through the upper and lower passageways!

People often deliberately embellish and arrange coincidences with numbers, and the Koutao Merfolk are no exception.

"I already have your child; isn’t it pointless to ask this question!"

When Liu Zhenhan asked Tan Ya if she blamed him, that’s what she said------------Tan Ya’s name certainly wasn’t Tan Ya back then, but she had grown fond of the name now.

Turns out, many years ago, she was a little girl with personality, Old Liu thought.

Years of solitude with no one to talk to made Tan Ya develop an inexplicable fondness and reliance on Liu Zhenhan, this bizarrely fated adversary, and through her, Old Liu also learned about what the world of the Medellin was like in the past.

Listening to it sounded very mysterious, somewhat like a dreamlike feeling.

However, whether Tan Ya had indeed been possessed by Goddess Luo Si in the Underground World, Old Liu couldn’t find out the truth.

Tan Ya seemed to have her unspeakable secrets and appeared to have stumbled upon some traces of truth, but it wasn’t the right time to say more.

Since she was reluctant to speak, Old Liu didn’t pry any further.

She was a writer! When Liu Zhenhan found out about Tan Ya’s former profession, he was excitedly bragging to his family.

What’s a writer? Daisy did not understand the term, just like many others who were unfamiliar with this word from ancient times.

It means an author. Old Liu said with pride and satisfaction.

How could he not feel proud of having tied the knot with a super ancient beauty author, being a rural peasant of three generations, with a hint of bourgeoisie flair in his bones?

What does the glorious prehistoric civilization have anything to do with him?

Perhaps the escaping Medellin had long vanished into the annals of history with plagues they might have carried; or perhaps, fearing the plague, even if they escaped successfully, they never dared venture into this world again.

All in all, Old Liu had a woman who was almost unique in this world, and that was enough-------------not sure if it’s a case of gain and loss, but ever since Old Liu obtained immense Mental Power and learned about Tan Ya’s past, Sylph, the dream chaser, had lost contact with him.

In fact, Old Liu still hadn’t figured out whether this Bohemian fringed boot-wearing dream beauty was a delusion spawned by himself or a terrifying and malicious Succubus.

Of course, he had no interest in unraveling this mystery, as there were many confounding things in the world, and it is impossible to understand everything one by one.

Flipping over the fatty meat skewered on a branch above the campfire, Liu Zhenhan, awakened by the cold wind, ended his spate of wild thoughts.

Drips of wax-like fat fell from time to time, igniting lively flames on the grill. Taking a deep sniff, he reached into his bosom and took out a wine glass-sized salt bowl.

He planned to first address his hunger, then slowly ponder whether he could use magic to solve the problem of Tan Ya’s petrification.

Although he had already left this problem for Master Stefano and his father to study, he was still accustomed to looking for alternate solutions through unconventional means.

If he cannot restore his wife to her normal state, who knows whether during childbirth, her petrified body might suffocate the baby---------today’s monks and witch doctors certainly do not perform the surgery of a cesarean section.

Cutting off a slice of fatty meat, he rubbed it in the salt bowl. Before he could pop it into his mouth, a soft roar and sounds of combat suddenly wafted through the distant cold wind, nearly imperceptible, but filled with intense urgency and fear.

Actually, Liu Zhenhan’s ears hadn’t heard any abnormal noise; it was his now exceptionally sensitive mental powers that perceived it.

Tearing open his robe, extinguishing the fire, Old Liu casually grabbed his bronze staff, discerning the direction of the strange sounds, and summoned his "Blood Moon Flying Wheel" to ascend into the starless sky of the Demon World.

The soft glow from two Xiang Pas enveloped the earth in endless cold, as the chilly wind whistled through Liu Zhenhan’s thin clothes with a piercing howl.

About several tens of miles to the south, there was a mushroom-shaped peak, which was exactly where Liu Zhenhan had fixed his target.

The forests of the Demon World at night, all the trees had curled up their leaves into tight spikes, creating a dense visual barrier, even under the cold luminescence of the two Xiang Pas, Liu Zhenhan still couldn’t see clearly from such a distance what exactly was happening there.