PFC Chapter 134 Tracing the Fragrant Grass 2
Chapter 134 Tracing the Fragrant Grass 2
The monsters were so disoriented that they were completely out of control.
Some of them even scratched themselves frantically with their claws, making strange groaning noises as they scratched, muttering, "Oh dear, what's going on!"
They looked so comical, as if they were scratching themselves; others spun around wildly until they were dizzy and then fell headfirst.
It lay on its back, struggling to get up, its adorable clumsy appearance making people laugh.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the Valley Master of Fresh Valley led his younger sister, Flower Leaf Grass, into the ancient library filled with a mysterious aura.
This library, like a forgotten paradise of knowledge, stands quietly in the long river of time, silently telling ancient stories.
Stepping into the library, a fresh yet ancient atmosphere greets you, like a fine wine that has been aged for many years.
With its rich, aged fragrance, it instantly transports you back to ancient times.
Looking around, rows of tall bookshelves rise up like giants, reaching into the clouds, their scale astonishing.
The bookshelves were filled with countless ancient books, which contained the long history of the spirit world and countless unknown secrets. Each book was like a mysterious treasure box waiting to be opened.
Little Flower Leaf Grass opened her eyes wide, like a curious kitten, diligently searching for clues about spiritual herbs in this vast ocean of ancient texts.
She carefully examined the bookshelf, her fingers gently brushing against the yellowed pages. Each page seemed like a door to a mysterious world, and she was filled with anticipation, hoping to find the key information.
After an unknown amount of time, just as she was getting tired and her eyelids were starting to droop, a faint but conspicuous light flickered from a distant corner.
The flower-leaf grass was overjoyed, like a hungry wolf spotting its prey, and hurriedly walked towards the light.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an ancient book with an ordinary appearance, but now it was radiating a mysterious light.
This ancient book lies quietly on the bookshelf, seemingly waiting for someone destined to unveil its mysteries, as if whispering, "Come quickly, I have a secret to tell you!"
Hua Yecao took a deep breath, gently picked up the ancient book, and carefully opened the cover, as if handling a precious treasure.
Lines of ancient text came into view, and sure enough, they contained important clues about the spiritual herb!
According to ancient texts, this mysterious herb once appeared in a ruin sealed by a powerful force in ancient times.
The ruins sounded mysterious and unpredictable, making people want to explore them.
Meanwhile, in another mysterious place, the wolf king, accompanied by his three cubs—a wolf cub, a deer cub, and a myna bird—was leisurely strolling through a mysterious valley.
Suddenly, they encountered a group of mysterious men in black. These men in black all seemed to be highly skilled, walking with a swift and powerful gait.
Moreover, it seemed as if they knew in advance that the Wolf King was searching for the spiritual herb, and were determined to extract information from the Wolf King.
When these men in black appeared, they first performed a bizarre set of movements in unison.
They would hop on one foot for a moment, in a posture that looked like they were performing a comical one-legged dance;
Then it started wiggling its hips, twisting left and right, as if it were having a bizarre dance competition. The scene was so comical that it was unbearable to watch.
After performing these bizarre actions, they finally prepared for battle with serious expressions, their expressions changing faster than turning the pages of a book.
Upon seeing this, the wolf king suddenly raised its head and roared, its voice deafening, as if it could pierce through the heavens and shatter the clouds in the sky.
It first flapped its wings, instantly creating a powerful whirlwind that howled and blew the enemy off balance.
The men in black were blown around in the air like headless flies.
It kept bumping into rocks here and trees there before finally managing to land.
They bumped into each other again with a "crash, crack," leaving big bumps and making them yell "waaaah!" in pain, looking disheveled and like a flock of scattered ducks.
Immediately afterwards, the wolf king opened its blood-red maw and spat out an ice spike that shot towards the enemy.
The ice spikes shot out like arrows, and the men in black were so frightened that they ran away with their heads in their hands. Some of them hid behind their companions in a panic, and were so scared by the ice spikes that they wet themselves.
She was shouting, "Mommy, help! I don't want to die!" Her voice was so pitiful that it seemed to echo with endless fear throughout the entire valley.
Immediately afterwards, the wolf king charged at the man in black like lightning, and a thrilling yet farcical battle ensued.
The wolf king moved with the agility of a black phantom, flapping its wings and darting across the battlefield like a ghost.
Its strength is astonishing; each pounce carries an overwhelming force, much like a small tank charging forward.
At this moment, the three cubs beside them also worked closely with the wolf king. The cubs attacked from the flank, like nimble little assassins, rushing forward to bite and then quickly retreating;
The little deer hopped around, distracting the man in black; its lively and adorable appearance was especially cute.
The myna bird swooped down from the air, pecking at the man in black repeatedly, chirping, "Where do you think you're going to run to!"
Looking at those men in black, although they were skilled, their moves were quite comical and laughable.
Some people were holding their swords upside down without even realizing it, gesturing wildly at the air while shouting, "Behold my domineering swordsmanship!"
The sight was utterly comical; when someone attacked, he slipped and fell flat on his back, unable to get up for a long time.
He muttered to himself, "Oh dear, why is this ground so slippery! Is someone playing tricks on me?"
Their coordination was a complete mess; one rushed to the left, the other ran to the right, utterly disregarding their teammates.
They almost ended up cutting each other in the process, their swordplay so bizarre it was baffling, and they caused chaos throughout the valley.
In an instant, the valley was filled with the clashing of swords, flashing cold light, howling winds, and billowing dust.
Interspersed with the screams and thuds of men in black falling to the ground, it was as noisy as a bustling market.
On the other side, the ethereal and otherworldly Chongyang Jushi, with his flowing robes, led a small, spirit-filled ginseng spirit on a journey to contact his old friend.
They walked through dense forests, where the trees were lush and green, and sunlight filtered through the leaves.
It forms patches of mottled light, like golden fragments of silver scattered on the ground.
They crossed a babbling brook; the water was crystal clear, and they could see small fish and shrimp swimming happily in it.
The hermit of Chongyang walked with light and steady steps, like a gentle breeze, while the little ginseng spirit hopped and skipped along beside him.
Every now and then, it would look around curiously, full of curiosity about everything around it, which made it look adorable.
The two walked further and further away, their figures gradually disappearing at the end of the winding mountain road, leaving only a string of cheerful laughter echoing in the air.
Everyone is busy searching for fragrant herbs!