Ning An's Wild Wish System

The one responsible for holding the front line, Zhang Xingmin, was almost dumbfounded.

He had practiced a bit of the Daoist Sect, just barely making it through the gate, and he did have some lethal weapons.

But the countless mutant Cannibal Flowers coming at him fearlessly, it was simply impossible for a human to resist!

Zhang Xinmin didn’t hesitate at all and turned to head in Ye Yunqing’s direction.

Standing amidst the weeds, Song Zhuofan was even more stunned.

Two strong adult men with ferocious expressions dashed madly towards her, it was terrifying!

Song Zhuofan didn’t hesitate at all, and turned around to run.

But less than ten meters away from Song Zhuofan was a large patch of Cannibal Flowers with their mouths wide open, grinning and waiting for the incoming enemy.

Ye Yunqing saw this and hastily said, "Don’t run, it’s dangerous up ahead!"

Song Zhuofan almost rolled her eyes: "Uncle, you’re the one in danger!"

Ever since Ye Yunqing started cultivating and Entering the Dao, his physical functions began to reverse, though not reversing age, it was a backward growth.

For those who didn’t know, the first glance at Ye Yunqing wouldn’t make them think he was an old man, at most a man in his fifties.

And just as Song Zhuofan finished saying this, she had already bolted five or six meters ahead.

Ye Yunqing was anxious, quickly sped up his pace again, and suddenly a Cannibal Flower emerged from the ground, right below Song Zhuofan’s foot.

If it bit down, Song Zhuofan, even if not amputated, her leg would be almost useless.

Ye Yunqing operated the Cultivation Technique to the extreme, rushed over at the fastest speed, but he was still too late, one of Song Zhuofan’s feet had already stepped into the Cannibal Flower’s mouth.

Ye Yunqing’s scalp tingled instantly, eyes widened at the splatter of crimson staining the surroundings with a bloody hue.

As Ye Yunqing expected, but the spraying blood red target was not Song Zhuofan.

Song Zhuofan stepped on the forehead of the Cannibal Flower, its shrill scream abruptly stopped.

With a piercing sound, its forehead split open, not having time to make any further moves, it fell straight to the ground.

Ye Yunqing was inwardly startled, paused his steps, gazing at the dead Cannibal Flower with a face full of disbelief.

Meanwhile, Song Zhuofan kept sprinting, pulling up the mutant plants blocking her path like uprooting weeds, one hand at a time, each second a trip to Hell.

In the time Ye Yunqing was stunned, Song Zhuofan had run out dozens of meters, countless mutant plants pulled up by their roots, quite deftly.

Seeing that Song Zhuofan would soon run out of sight, Zhang Xingmin behind Ye Yunqing snapped back to reality, hurriedly shouted: "Stop running, Song Zhuofan, we’ve met, met yesterday, I’m Zhang Xingmin, who represented the city to visit your school some days ago."

Hearing this somewhat familiar name, Song Zhuofan finally slowed her pace.

More than half a month ago, the day before she had her hysterical episode, people from the city came to their school for a safety education lecture.

Song Zhuofan remembered Zhang Xingmin well because he acted mysteriously at school, while other officials lectured, he wandered around carrying something unknown, quite eccentric.

Yet this eccentric person seemed to have a high rank, as those accompanying him vaguely took him as the leader.

Song Zhuofan found such safety education lectures boring, being top of the year came with privileges, she mentioned it to a teacher and went out.

Just on campus, she happened to run into the eccentric Zhang Xinmin, and they exchanged a few words.

Song Zhuofan had close contact with Zhang Xingmin and felt that although he was a bit eccentric, he was a decent person, and since he was a city official, she had a good impression of him.

Hesitantly, Song Zhuofan slowed her pace but still took a glance at Ye Yunqing.

Seeing this, Ye Yunqing coughed awkwardly, then stepped back: "I mean no harm, you two know each other, you talk."

Song Zhuofan stopped but kept a safe distance from the two, ready to dash out at the slightest rustle.

Zhang Xingmin took a deep breath, pointing to the monster in her phone, said, "Song, when did these symptoms appear? Do you feel unwell? Or is it possible for you to come to the city with me now?"

This series of abrupt questions left Song Zhuofan bewildered.

After mentally repeating his questions, she soon grasped the key point: "Monster? You’re talking about this thing in my hand as a monster?"

Song Zhuofan shook the weeds in her hand suspiciously, the dry leaves clashed, making a rustling sound like autumn leaves in the wind.

Zhang Xingmin scratched his head awkwardly: "Well, I don’t know how to explain it to you, maybe you should come back with me first?"

Song Zhuofan blinked: "So, what exactly do you mean by monster?"

Beside her, Ye Yunqing picked up a struggling but not yet dead mutant Cannibal Flower from the ground, said, "It’s like this, vastly different from the original plant traits, yet greatly harmful to humans."

"Look, this mutant plant secretes mucus, its mucus is highly corrosive and can cause third-degree burns without protection, along with these fangs..."

Watching Ye Yunqing pick up a weed and seriously start lecturing, Song Zhuofan couldn’t help but fall into thought.

After a while, looking at Zhang Xingmin, Song Zhuofan finally squeezed out a sincere question: "Um, may I ask, where did you find this nutcase?"