Chapter 207: What’s Next

Zhang Mu had no choice but to bravely face the incoming attack, causing Long Er to chuckle.

What a situation, she could still laugh, this woman really has a poisonous sense of humor.

He pushed aside all other thoughts, focusing entirely on the battle about to unfold in the next moment.

Looking at the pile of rotten flesh in front of him, Zhang Mu immediately felt a bit of a headache. How should he fight this guy? The whole body is covered in spikes, can’t touch him at all. Even if he attacks where the back of the neck was vulnerable, Long Er’s Prophecy told him it wouldn’t work. Zhang Mu was really in a dilemma.

So he tried to avoid the monk giant zombie at the first moment. But the zombie’s attention was not on him at all. If Zhang Mu dodged, the zombie wouldn’t even look at him and would go straight to Long Er.

No other choice, let’s fight!

Zhang Mu waved the Obsidian dagger in front of the monk giant zombie’s eyes, finally letting him know he was there. However, the zombie easily blocked Zhang Mu’s attack with its thick arm the size of Zhang Mu’s thigh, making a clear sound of metal clash as the Obsidian dagger was knocked out of Zhang Mu’s hand.

Yes, it was knocked out. Zhang Mu tightly held the Obsidian dagger with his right hand, and his grip cracked open.

Zhang Mu didn’t care about the dagger that had been tossed aside. Instead, he used the monster’s large but slow body for close combat, dodging up and down, narrowly avoiding being scraped several times.

Zhang Mu knew, once caught, he would have no chance to turn the tables.

Even so, Zhang Mu felt like he was dancing on the edge of a knife, with Death as his partner.

Long Er had no strength to move now, her face pale as she looked at Long Qi lying unconscious on the ground. She wanted to go check on him, but her body wouldn’t comply.

Her lips curled slightly in bitterness as she looked at Zhang Mu struggling. She whispered, “Zhang Mu, let’s go. It seems like this is our destiny. Fate is unpredictable. Even with constant predictions, it only changes the immediate future temporarily. The larger stream of destiny will still merge and intertwine eventually.

This is something beyond human control. Hurry, leave with your pet, there’s no need for you to be buried with us.

Take the people of Shan Xi City, go as far as you can.

If we can hold on a little longer, it means we get to live a little longer, which is also good.”

After saying these words, Long Er slowly closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.

But Zhang Mu’s loud roar pulled her out of the sadness about the future. “Are you kidding me, you foolish woman? Destiny can be changed by people. The saying that all destinies converge is only because your power is not enough, it’s because you’re still too weak.

If you are strong enough, what’s difficult about blocking the river of fate?

If you are strong enough, what’s challenging about changing the course of destiny?

How can you be sure that your power of prophecy won’t advance with your own progression? What if the ability to predict could evolve into foreseeing a month, a year, or even eternity within The Long River of Time?

Why can’t we change time and go back to the past to change history?

Long Er didn’t feel sad anymore after Zhang Mu’s big reaction, but he chuckled and said, “That makes sense, but how hard is it to actually do these things? Anyone can talk about dreams, but how many can make them come true? Do you have that much confidence in me?”

At first, Long Er was intrigued by the future described by Zhang Mu, but her eyes quickly dimmed. Although she had tasted the beauty of power now, she also knew how difficult it was to enhance this power.

“You almost had me fooled, didn’t you? Little brother, were you in pyramid schemes before the apocalypse?”

Seeing Long Er return to normal, Zhang Mu chuckled awkwardly, but almost got grabbed by the monk giant zombie for being distracted, and ended up with a torn pant leg.

Breathing heavily, Zhang Mu found the opportunity to reply to Long Er, and said firmly and powerfully, “If you still have your life, that’s what truly matters.”

All dreams are based on the fact that you are still alive.”

That’s right, no matter how big or small the dream is, the condition is that the person is still alive. As long as you are alive, even the most distant dream has a chance of coming true. If you die, you can’t even fulfill the humblest wish yourself.

Long Er fell silent, surprised that she had been lectured by a little kid.

Little did Long Er know, hidden within Zhang Mu’s young body was a heart that had experienced many hardships.

Giving inspirational speeches came naturally to him. It’s just how things worked in gatherings – starting with inspiring words to motivate people, even though later on the casualties would be made public. Despite offering them rewards, no one was willing to risk their lives, as death meant finality. Living comfortably in the city with the Era Store, who would want to go outside and face useless struggles and death?

Long Er had limited exposure to society and had not encountered such deceitful tactics before. Zhang Mu’s words startled him, but it was a good thing as the thoughts of death that had just crossed his mind had vanished.

While Long Er was safe, Zhang Mu’s situation was getting more challenging. The monstrous zombie monk, in its mutated state, appeared to have lost its intelligence, but its primal instinct to feed on flesh was beginning to agitate it. Zhang Mu noticed the ribs that were once firmly attached to its body were starting to twitch.

Could these bones have expanded to this extent and still move?

Zhang Mu’s hairs stood on end as he suddenly dreaded a terrifying possibility!

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