Ancient Doomsday Traveler

Chapter 10 Storytelling While Walking

After passing Wolong Mountain, the view suddenly opened up, with barren fields overgrown with weeds no taller than knee-high, their color a mix of yellow and green. As the sun rose, it gilded the weeds.

Yao Rongrong gazed into the distance and said with a smile, "It seems that there is no suitable place to settle down here, at least. As far as the eye can see, there are obviously no people farming."

Lin Xiu said, "Judging from your expression, it seems you're quite pleased that I can't find a place to settle down?"

Yao Rongrong gave Lin Xiu a reproachful look and said, "Think what you want, sir, hmph!"

snort!

Lin Xiu silently mimicked Yao Rongrong's tone and snorted in his mind. He then led the donkey and walked into the desolate wilderness with Yao Rongrong.

The wilderness stretched as far as the eye could see, and no one knew how long it would take to reach the end.

Lin Xiu was somewhat relieved that he had learned the breathing and walking techniques from Yao Rongrong; otherwise, relying solely on walking, his two legs would probably have been worn out.

The carriages and horses in Mengzhou City are either broken or have been taken away. When we get to other places, we'll have to see if we can get a carriage and have Brother Donkey pull us there.

If you can't find a ready-made car, you can find some parts and try to build one yourself.

If we can't farm, we should at least try other things.

"Sir, you're not going to tell a story yet? If you don't want to take those energy-boosting pills, I'll take them all."

Yao Rongrong suddenly spoke again, interrupting Lin Xiu's thoughts.

Lin Xiu then said, "Alright, I'll start telling you a story now. What do you want to hear? I'll tell you the story of Wu Song fighting the tiger from the beginning."

Yao Rongrong hesitated for a moment, then said, "Let's forget it. We already know the ending of this story, so there's no point in listening to it again. Since you say so, sir, do you have other stories?"

"In that case, I'll trouble you to tell me other stories."

She paused, then smiled charmingly at Lin Xiu and said, "It's a deal, if you don't agree, I won't give you the medicine."

"No problem!"

Lin Xiu smiled slightly, thinking to himself, "I knew you were going to play tricks. Well then, I'll show you what the 'Severing the Greater Limit Technique' really means."

……

Yao Rongrong didn't want to hear about Wu Song, the tiger-slaying hero, anymore, so the story of "Water Margin" was out of the question. There were plenty of other stories to talk about, such as the Seven Heroes and Five Gallants, Journey to the West and Dream of the Red Chamber, and the Three Kingdoms and Sui-Tang Dynasties.

As for the fact that this world doesn't fit a particular dynasty, so what? There aren't many people left in this world, and no one sets any rules for themselves. Just create your own fictional world; the important thing is the story.

Even Jin Yong and Gu Long, and online novels, can be mentioned.

However, after careful consideration, Lin Xiu recalled the events on Wolong Mountain and the flower that Yao Rongrong had brought out from the Guanxing Sect.

When Lin Xiu saw that strange flower, a story flashed through his mind. It fit so perfectly with the world and the flower that he almost began to doubt it. Now, using this story to tell him, it was just right.

"As the saying goes: A mysterious ancient realm hides wondrous flowers, the Sun Staircase reflects the calamity of heroes. The ancestral source of poison breaks free of its dusty box, and the living and the dead are thrown into chaos—"

Lin Xiu made up a story off the top of his head. Since there was no wooden box or table for composing a gong in front of him, he clapped his hands instead and uttered the last three words of the opening poem: "Disaster! Roots! Take hold!"

Yao Rongrong's eyes widened in surprise; she never expected that the storyteller would start with such an opening poem.

This poem, for some reason, makes me think of the Star Gazing Sect and that flower!

Could it be that he knows some secret?!

Or was it made up on the spot?

Yao Rongrong felt somewhat confused. Both answers were too bizarre for her to accept.

After reciting the opening poem, Lin Xiu began his formal narration: "In the southwestern polar region, there is a strange place that has been abandoned for many years."

Legend has it that the area was once occupied by an ancient tribe that possessed a rare flower that, when consumed, could grant extraordinary power far exceeding that of ordinary people.

However, this flower is extremely poisonous; ordinary people who eat it will surely die from poisoning. Only those destined by fate can survive by consuming it, gain divine power, and be revered as leaders by their tribes.

This strange old story is recorded in a folk travelogue.

There was a student from the Imperial Academy named Si Binse, who was so named because he was born in the border region. After learning of this guerrilla leader, he became curious and decided to travel to the southwesternmost reaches of the world to investigate…

A gentle breeze rustled the wild grass as the two strolled through the wilderness. One began to recount the backstory of the Resident Evil game, while the other listened patiently, gradually becoming engrossed in the story.

The black donkey followed behind the two men, but it showed absolutely no interest in the story.

They walked slowly, the two men in front and the black donkey behind, chewing on grass as it went. The wild grass seemed to suit its taste, and the donkey chewed on it endlessly, leaving saliva all over the grass as it walked.

Lin Xiu couldn't remember the whole story of Resident Evil, but it didn't matter; remembering a bit of the background setting was enough.

Anyway, Lin Xiu didn't intend to expand the whole story; he just needed to keep the stage fixed on the southwestern polar region that he casually made up.

It incorporates other random stories from previous lives, such as zombie resurrection, research on exotic flowers and biological modification, and finally includes viral infection and escape room elements, turning the whole thing into a hodgepodge.

The original story of the Umbrella Corporation's origins and development was transformed into a short story full of thrills, ups and downs, and a total annihilation ending. Even this chaotic mix kept Yao Rongrong engrossed and on the edge of her seat.

As we walked and listened, we gradually emerged from the barren fields, crossed a low hill, and entered a woodland, by which time the sun had already begun to set.

Lin Xiu finally brought the story to an end: "Alas, when Spencer harbored evil intentions and created the source of the disease, how could he have imagined that he would meet such an end, dying at the hands of the monster he created?"

He died and his spirit vanished, and none of those who came with him escaped unscathed. From that point on, there was not a single living person left in this southwestern polar region, only the living dead lingering endlessly.

Perhaps one day someone will come again and become food for the monster, or perhaps this place will be forgotten, and with the passage of time, the living dead will eventually perish here.

It is just as the saying goes: A strange flower attracts evil spirits and swallows the setting sun.

Poisonous miasma covered the sky and overturned the old territory.

Only the eternal night remains, filled with the lament of wandering corpses.

The debts of sin cannot be escaped.

End! Self! Death!

Lin Xiu didn't know if it was because he had been telling stories so much, but he felt that he could recite opening verses as soon as he opened his mouth. Although the quality was not very good, at least he could recite them.

Besides, who cares about the opening poem at a time like this?

Look at this Ms. Yao, she's completely bewildered. After the story was finished, she walked around in a daze for a while, as if she were lost in thought, not knowing what she was thinking.

Finally, he took out the strange flower that he had put away that morning, looked at it again and again, and actually asked Lin Xiu a question:

"Sir, do you think that if I eat this flower, I will die, or will I become an extraordinary person like that tribal chief?"

Lin Xiu said, "You can give it a try."

Yao Rongrong glanced sideways at Lin Xiu and said with a smile, "Sir, you are really vicious!"