"Entered infected world, A Chinese Ghost Story—Mortal Realm."
"Traces of an unknown Primeval Village Building Order detected. Analysis in progress. Analysis progress—3%."
"Power aura of the Plague Serpent detected. Locking on. Lock-on progress—4%."
"Would you like to place a secondary village-building coordinate for the Fate Village Building Order in this world? After establishing the coordinate, you will gain 10% of the Fate Village Building Order's attributes and access to six major buildings weakened to 10% of their original power."
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As lines of information flashed past, Zhang Yang found himself standing in a wilderness. Wild grass flourished all around him, with no trace of human habitation. Though the place teemed with life, for some reason it exuded an eerie, wicked feeling.
Li Cang, Turtle, and Xiao Bieli appeared alongside him as well, but all three were in a sleeping state. A layer of colorful light, like a soap bubble, covered the surfaces of their bodies. Clearly, it was some kind of protective buffering measure.
Zhang Yang did not examine them. He simply sat cross-legged and waited patiently.
About ten minutes later, the bald shield-T Turtle woke first. He glanced at Zhang Yang in surprise but said nothing.
Another five minutes passed before Li Cang and the sword cultivator Xiao Bieli woke up in succession.
"Tsk, tsk. The Third War Zone's rapid-descent buffering procedure is a real antique. It's the textbook example of crude and forceful."
Li Cang rubbed his head vigorously and grumbled angrily.
Xiao Bieli's face was also pale. He was clearly feeling awful.
"Zhang Yang, how long have you been awake?" Li Cang asked curiously.
"I've been awake the whole time. But that's not the point. I want to build a village in this world. There shouldn't be a problem, right?" Zhang Yang asked. This had to be