Chapter 22: Re-Entering the Dungeon, Great Prosperity

Under the watchful eyes of him and the rat, the Yan people climbed up the stairs one by one.

Soon, as all the Yan people climbed up the stairs, the passage opened in the black fog disappeared along with the stairs.

The rat "Lao Jia" watched this scene quietly, and then said to Yao Yan:

"How is it? Have you decided?"

Yao Yan looked at it, and then said:

"I need information."

"Information? That's a valuable item."

The rat looked at the unclear outline of the giant crow in front of him with interest:

"What information do you want?"

"Basic information."

Yao Yan gave a vague request.

"What about 'basic information'."

The human smile on the rat's face became more and more intense:

"If I didn't remember the smell of 'Mr. Almost', I would have thought you were him."

Mr. Almost?

Yao Yan's crow eyes slightly fluctuated.

The rat "Lao Jia" did not continue the topic of "Mr. Almost", but turned to say:

"Just intercept from those Yan people"

The rat lowered his voice:

"One by one."

As he said, he took out something that looked like some kind of berry and threw it to Yao Yan.

The moment he noticed this action, a little crow flew out of his body like a separated drop of water and grabbed the berry.

And the moment the little crow grabbed the berry, the berry disappeared in the little crow's mouth.

To be precise, it did not disappear, but was digested.

Just like when he swallowed the spiritual fragments of "Crow's Mouth" before.

But it was simpler.

After a moment's delay, he took back the little crow.

It was also at the moment when the little crow merged into his body that a large amount of information flowed through his thoughts like a group of rats parading in the streets, presenting fragmented intelligence in his vision.

When he came back to his senses, the rat still had the same smile on his face as before:

"Then, we should set off."

Its four toes clicked, and with the snap of fingers, two more figures appeared in Yao Yan's field of vision.

However, they were wearing black robes that completely covered their bodies, and did not reveal their figures like Yao Yan or the rat.

After that, led by the rat, several people moved towards the place where Yan Ren disappeared.

And at the moment when they arrived in front of the black fog, the rat took out another flat thing that seemed like some kind of certificate.

The black fog that had already closed up once again dispersed.

As the round hole spread, the stairs emerged.

The two black-robed figures beside him went directly up the stairs, and the rat "Lao Jia" stood in front of the stairs and turned his head to look at Yao Yan who was still there.

Yao Yan, who was sorting out the extra information in his mind, noticed the sight, and did not hesitate. He flapped his wings, flew into the round hole, and landed on the stairs.

When he landed, he turned his head and said to the rat behind him, Lao Jia:

"My name is 'Crow'."

The rat who also climbed the stairs showed his upper and lower front teeth and smiled:

"It doesn't matter what you call it."

The next moment, the black fog closed again.

And the stairs also accelerated, as if they were infinitely extended, sending them to somewhere in the familiar feeling of rising in Yao Yan's eyes.

In the familiar feeling, a semi-transparent picture like a game appeared in front of Yao Yan's eyes.

Then, a series of words appeared:

[The world has been unified, and the Great Sheng Dynasty has eliminated all foreign enemies. ]

[The dynasty has been unified for more than 3,000 years, and the world has been in constant turmoil. ]

[For some reason, Emperor Sheng Rong Chengwu suddenly died of illness, causing unrest in the Great Sheng world. ]

[In the midst of disputes and unrest, demons gradually emerged in various places. ]

With a series of prompts, a huge map appeared in front of his eyes.

On the nearly square map, countless large and small marks appeared.

Crow Paradise.

Yao Yan naturally couldn't forget this familiar scene.

And the next moment, several familiar things appeared.

First, there was an ink painting of countless crows, but it was not in the shape of a card like the last time, but a poster similar to a wanted poster, similar to a notice.

And below the painting of crows, there was a description he had seen before, but with a slight difference in the description:

[Phenomenon 1: When a phenomenon painting you have is activated, it ignores the preconditions and can be activated without premise and evidence]

After that, another picture in the style of a wanted document appeared——

[Crow's Mouth]

The following description is the same as the previous one, but the tone and style have changed, and there is no change from what I saw before.

But then

[Wolf is Coming]

On it, a group of black crows with sharp teeth and beaks, which have wolf-like features, are depicted in ink, biting a group of white crows with double horns on their heads, which have sheep-like features. Next to it, a black and white one-horned crow, similar to his current appearance, is opening its beak, as if it is chirping and calling for something.

Below, handwritten words appear:

[Phenomenon 1: When an announcement is made to the target, each time the target first affirms and then denies the content of the announcement, a mark will be added. If the target denies the content of the announcement first, the mark will be cleared, causing the target to receive cumulative damage of the mark multiple. ]

[Phenomenon 2: When the target has a mark on him, the holder of the phenomenon painting reduces the probability of being discovered. ]

Such a description made Yao Yan's eyes narrow.

However, the next moment, he did not see the familiar scene.

As the feeling of falling enveloped his consciousness, the three cloth paintings fell directly into the map.

The Great Prosperity World, the south.

In a teahouse in a small town, the crowd dispersed. The old man who looked like a storyteller touched his beard, looked around, and looked at the waiter who was cleaning up the tea left by the guests with a look of pity.

At this moment, a shadow-like object fell from the sky and fell straight towards him.

The old man who looked like a storyteller was completely unaware and shouted to the waiter:

"Brother Xiaoer! Wait a minute to clean up!"

Bang——

At this time, the shadow had already fallen, and in the silent shock, his eyes lost their light.

The waiter, who was cleaning up the tea cups, said without raising his head because of the shouting:

"Old Gao, don't even think about it. The shopkeeper left you a piece of land out of pity for you, so that you can tell stories and satisfy your desire. Now the shopkeeper can't even manage his own family affairs. You'd better pray for yourself. I dare not give you the remaining food in the store without the shopkeeper's personal approval."

The waiter sighed and responded, but he didn't immediately beg the storyteller Gao as usual.

Feeling a little strange, he turned his head and took a look, but only saw Gao smiled:

"That's right, thank you, brother Xiaoer, I'll think of other ways."

Although it was a bit strange that Gao didn't pester him as much as before, it was expected that he would stop pestering after being rejected again and again. The waiter said "oh" and watched Gao, the storyteller, walk out of the store.

With his back to the waiter, Old Man Gao, or Yao Yan, narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered in a low voice:

"First-person perspective?"