Living a life as carefree as a retired old man, it grew significantly larger due to the nourishment of the Space, its originally thin and fragile sapling form now as thick as a wrist.
Yet the Mosquito-eating Plant, absent for a long time, was still as dwarfed and even thinner than before.
Small Cedarwood couldn’t help but sigh, silently connecting its roots to those of the Mosquito-eating Plant, then stealthily transmitting plant energy to it.
The Mosquito-eating Plant never expected the proud and taciturn fool to value comradery in battle, and was deeply moved.
Small Cedarwood’s covert actions were no match for Bai Junjun’s observant eyes.
Bai Junjun patted Small Cedarwood with emotion: "Good fellow, truly considerate."
"..." Small Cedarwood, hmph.
Watching the Mosquito-eating Plant gradually return to normal, Bai Junjun finally began communicating with it.
However, the Mosquito-eating Plant naturally couldn’t speak, but plants, just like insects, can replicate their environment and experiences. Nonetheless, plants require more conditions to be met in order to replicate, and developing intelligence is the most basic requirement.
Lady Lin once said that in the Imperial Palace of their realm, shadows of the Palace Maids were often seen walking through the walls during thunderstorms and rainy weather.
At first, everyone thought it was haunted, but later they realized that the palace walls had recorded these profound images, which would replay whenever similar opportunities arose, repeating the scenes once etched within them.
If a centuries-old Imperial Palace can replicate images, then intelligent plants are surely capable of much more.
Judging by the Mosquito-eating Plant’s usual behavior, it’s presumed not only to have intelligence but also to be quite smart, so Bai Junjun was willing to give it a try.
Bai Junjun closed her eyes and saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
However, this mountain of corpses and sea of blood consisted entirely of the bodies of Gu insects, of various bizarre forms and vivid colors. And atop these bodies, a person covered in venom was using something to slay the surrounding insects. His eyes were devilishly blood-red, and the bodies around him reached up to his knees, yet he remained statuesque and motionless, waiting like a hunter for the Gu insects to approach.
The Mosquito-eating Plant, too, was passively defending its own territory, having ingested too many Poisonous Worms to digest promptly, leading to them tearing their way out of its body.
Then came the drifting of a crimson mist of blood, followed by the rise of a black Swamp surrounding the Mosquito-eating Plant, promptly engulfing it. It was at that moment that the person used the last of his strength to dig the Mosquito-eating Plant out of the Swamp and threw it into the Space.
If not Fox, who else could that person be?
Bai Junjun couldn’t help but be astonished. What kind of place had Fox and the Mosquito-eating Plant been to, and why didn’t Fox use his Special Ability?
Judging by Fox’s appearance, he was indeed trapped. She must hurry to find help.
In the meanwhile, the Mosquito-eating Plant was also woo woo wooing, waving its leaves, trying to guide Bai Junjun.
Bai Junjun shouldered her basket and walked outside.
Small Cedarwood felt somewhat emotional upon seeing daylight again, comparing the bleak and dreadful outside world with the colorful and vibrant inside the Space.
Now that the Mosquito-eating Plant had found a backer, it regained its arrogance.
Emerging from the cave, the Mosquito-eating Plant clung onto Bai Junjun, occasionally patting her shoulder with its leaves, then pointing in a certain direction for Bai Junjun to seriously follow.
Bai Junjun, guided by the Mosquito-eating Plant, jumped up and down in search of Fox’s whereabouts.
Meanwhile, Wu Yunlan had already entered the Divine Temple, her heart filled with trepidation as she walked.
It is said that the Gu Master is refining poison gu in the Forbidden Land and logically should not emerge until seven days and seven nights have passed.