The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 851 - 589 Cannibal Flower_2

Chapter 851: Chapter 589 Cannibal Flower_2

"Because you didn’t kill me."

Truly survival of the fittest.

Is simply willing to communicate with words considered gentle? Wen and his companions didn’t know what expression to make.

The slime appeared humble and cautious, with a bit of cleverness yet crushed under layers of oppression, considering being killed as a normal part of its life.

"Of course it is." Wen nodded, "But before that, you must explain what trouble you’ve encountered and what I can gain."

"It’s not convenient to discuss things in detail here; you can follow me, and I’ll set up a banquet for you."

"I’m eager to meet Jaw." Wen thought for a moment and said, "How much do you know about Jaw? If you can provide some crucial information, I don’t mind helping you, but a banquet isn’t necessary."

He didn’t believe that a self-proclaimed carrion-eater slime could provide a feast, most likely some things waiting to be decomposed and digested, and certainly not anything that would refresh one’s spirit.

"But I can’t explain it clearly by myself; there is someone at our residence who can, the oldest one, who speaks most clearly."

"Alright, lead the way."

Before heading to a suspected big boss’s territory, completing a small task en route, and hopefully obtaining the crucial information needed, making thorough and complete preparations is best.

Slime led the way, and this path brought them to the second tall stone pillar.

"Those tall stone pillars, does each one have a lord behind it?" Wen casually asked.

He thought it might be common knowledge, and even if his question aroused suspicion, he could easily deal with the slime before it called for help.

"You don’t know?" Slime was surprised, its eyes scanning Wen and the three undead.

The look in its eyes conveyed a lot, but quickly returned to a dumbfounded, silly expression.

A smart NPC.

The undead noticed the change in slime’s expression and were surprised.

Of course, they weren’t really masters at reading expressions; after Wen asked the question, all four undead noticed that slime’s name suddenly turned red above its head, and it showed them a health bar.

However, Slime quickly suppressed the malice and suspicion within itself, as if it had forgotten everything.

This weakling knew how to protect itself well.

"The tall stone pillars are the core of the Cursed Land. Some use them as symbols of their power; the more stone pillars a lord has, the stronger they are." Slime explained with both care and detail.

It seemed that in the slime’s eyes, Wen wasn’t ignorant about the stone pillars but rather visiting this world for the first time.

"It is a symbol of power, yet not just power. It’s said that beneath each tall stone pillar lies the curse of this world. If one day the stone pillars collapse, the Cursed Land will also be destroyed."

"Ah, I see." Wen nodded, as if not noticing slime’s expression.

"So, does the stone pillar ahead have its own lord?"

"Of course, only this lord prefers not to stay in the tower."

"I’d guessed so." Wen looked up at the tall stone pillar.

The atmosphere along the way suddenly fell silent.

At the location of Slime, a cave.

They watched as the rubbery slime creatures brought out "delicacies," unsurprisingly unfit to eat.

"Thank you for the hospitality." Wen had no intention to dine.

If it weren’t for the sight of several smaller slime creatures drooling over the "delicacies," he would have assumed it was a prank, a sinister practical joke from dungeon NPCs on the undead, tricking them into eating terrible things.

"Let’s talk about that matter you mentioned earlier." He willingly brought up the topic.

Approaching them was an old, hunched over slime.

The material of his body was also rubbery, the same green skin, but the slime at his chin hung downward, resembling a beard.

"Here’s the thing, we have lived here for generations, then went around nearby places begging food from adults, those..."

Indeed, his speech was clearer and more logical, though a bit verbose.

"Get to the key points." Wen had to remind him.

"Oh, yes." He pointed into the distance.

From a spherical "fist," a finger slowly emerged, pointing afar.

"There’s a curse calamity that appeared."

"Huh?"

The undead felt they had misheard; these NPCs, looking more abyssal than the abyss monsters, feared the calamity?

"Yes, a curse calamity. Now?" Wen felt he had to intervene to correct him, or else the topic would predictably drift off.

At this moment, the counterpart was already describing the dietary habits of the curse calamity.

"It was quite cute at first; it liked to eat, and we all wanted to keep it, but it turned out to be a villain."

Listening to his speech, the undead strongly suspected "machine translation" as the reason for the awkwardness.

"One day, it suddenly wanted to eat us."

He pointed at a green slime.

Forgive the four undead, including the audience in the livestream; they couldn’t differentiate these slimes, nearly identical in appearance, without gender.

"She had a leg bitten off, and we watched as it swallowed the leg whole."

"But she seems just fine now." Wen looked at the slime lady.

Actually, he couldn’t tell gender, but the game’s "machine translation" was special, making him able to discern some differences in the speech.

"It grew back, sacrificing some height."

Recalling the finger growing out of a spherical fist, the undead accepted this explanation.

"So, I need to eliminate that thing for you?"

"No, just drive it away."

"You are indeed merciful."

Wen’s words contained sarcasm.

Truly merciful indeed, being invaded by enemies, and even attacked, yet only thinking of driving them away.

The internal meeting among the undead silently proceeded.

Finally, they reached a unified conclusion: Complete the task and leave immediately; side quests shouldn’t waste too much of their time.

After getting the approximate location, Wen set off, bringing his three teammates along under the pretense of "I prefer to carry all my wealth with me."

"Do you think they might be deceiving us, and there’s actually an evil god there waiting to kill us and eat us as soon as we approach?" The 21st assistant’s wild imagination ran.

"Unlikely." Qiuyue rationally shook her head.

"Why?"

"Those slime creatures are weak, and from our conversation, we know they follow someone called ’The Red-Robed One;’ whether out of belief or fear, they wouldn’t worship an entity conflicting with ’The Red-Robed One’s’ role."

Believers hate to be fickle.

If the other side were truly strong but the Red-Robed One remained inactive, defecting to the other side wouldn’t be impossible.

"So, what should it be like?"

"We’ll know by checking it out."

The four quickly arrived at the location of the calamity, situated in a canyon, with a very narrow entrance, requiring them to pass through one by one, sideways.

But after passing through, they found it very spacious and bright.

A peculiar sea of flowers.

"Magic Potion?" Wen looked down at a nearby flower.

Blood-red veins stretched across its petals, connecting like veins in the body.

He reached out to touch it, but the flower suddenly shrank into a bud.

Just when Wen thought to laugh, the bud suddenly opened its mouth, growing twice as big, filled with sharp teeth.

One flower awakened, and the entire canyon’s sea of flowers seemed to come alive, transforming from the gentle swaying in the wind into fierce cannibal flowers, baring their fangs.

The sound of teeth clicking echoed throughout the space.

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