Chapter 31 The Messenger of the "Fire Seed"

Actually, Zhao Chenguang's words were already very clear, but Fatty found it difficult to analyze the true motives behind Zhao Chenguang's actions with the same vision as Han Yu. He could only understand everything that was about to happen from the perspective of emotion and ordinary people's habitual thinking.

After listening to Fatty's words, Zhao Chenguang didn't explain anything, or rather, he disdained to explain. He just looked at Fatty quietly, as if looking at a child.

Han Yu tugged at Fatty's sleeve and calmly spoke the cruel truth behind it: "Fatty, the person in front of you is no longer Zhao Chenguang. He has lost the subjectivity of Zhao Chenguang's perspective. He is just the main consciousness of the 'Fire Seed' carrying Zhao Chenguang's memories, or rather, he is the mouthpiece of the 'Fire Seed'."

"You mean, this Zhao Chenguang is not even human?" Fatty frowned and muttered.

Han Yu responded, "Well…you can understand it that way."

Zhao Chenguang coldly observed everything that was happening in front of him, silent, frighteningly calm.

After a long time, after Han Yu and the others slowly digested the meaning of the 'Fire Seed' conveyed by Zhao Chenguang, Zhao Chenguang spoke again, "As a part of Earth's cultural heritage, I welcome you to join the 'Fire Seed' civilization. The 'Fire Seed' civilization is willing to accept you. After all, in my memory, you are my best friends, and I emotionally need you very much."

"Emotion?" Han Yu sneered. "You're not worthy of mentioning emotion. Do you still have any feelings for us now?"

Zhao Chenguang fell silent again.

However, Zhao Chenguang quickly responded to Han Yu with practical actions. He stretched his hand over his head and snapped his fingers.

The sound of the snap was very crisp, echoing in the space…

Immediately afterward, the mangrove branches behind Zhao Chenguang began to move. These branches were like octopus tentacles, centered on the meteorite, surrounding the meteorite, and making very slight sounds of branches rubbing together.

Zhao Chenguang's silence and the strange gesture of snapping his fingers made the others very vigilant.

The previous conversation had already sufficiently explained Zhao Chenguang's stance. The Zhao Chenguang in front of them, representing the interests of the 'Fire Seed' civilization, was completely on the opposite side of Han Yu and the others. He was not a friend, but an enemy.

Facing Zhao Chenguang, Fatty and An Wenshan were highly nervous.

The sound of "patta, patta" footsteps came again from below the meteorite, this time the sound was somewhat overlapping, like the sound of several people's footsteps superimposed together.

Fatty and An Wenshan held their breath, paying attention to the footsteps behind Zhao Chenguang and the looming figures.

"Patta, patta," "patta, patta," "patta, patta"…

Three figures appeared below the meteorite, and these three people were walking towards them.

The faces of the three figures gradually became clear as the distance narrowed. When they walked to Zhao Chenguang's side, they finally saw what these three people looked like.

After seeing the faces of these people clearly, Fatty's emotions were a little agitated, and he couldn't help but blurt out to one of them—

"Dad?!"

One of the three figures, tall and straight, exuding the temperament of a soldier from the inside out, took a step forward and called out to Fatty: "Xiaochuan!"

—The person greeting Fatty was none other than Shi Yong, Fatty's missing father, one of the members of the Mermont expedition team who disappeared in the Himalayas more than twenty years ago.

"Zoey!"

"Xiaoyu!"

The other two people also recognized Han Yu and Zoey one after another. These two people were Zoey's father and Han Yu's father respectively.

These three people were all in their early thirties, with the same appearance as when they disappeared, exactly the same as the faces of their fathers in Fatty, Zoey, and Han Yu's memories.

"Dad…"

Fatty's tears instantly welled up in his eyes. The person in front of him was his father, whom he had been thinking about day and night, and had always been proud of. How many times had he dreamed of the scene when he would see his father again? He didn't expect that the scene that appeared in his dream would actually be staged in reality now.

Shi Yong took another step forward, and Fatty greeted him.

Zoey cried messily, and without caring about the situation, she directly threw herself into Cole Mermont's arms.

Among Fatty, Zoey, and Han Yu, only Han Yu was the most calm. Although her eyes were red and wet, and she kept staring at Han Dongsheng standing opposite her, she didn't say a word and remained motionless.

"Xiaoyu…" Seeing that Han Yu was unmoved, Han Dongsheng took the initiative to come over.

Han Yu gave An Wenshan a look, and An Wenshan immediately understood Han Yu's intention and instructions.

An Wenshan's movements were extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he raised his knife and chopped off Han Dongsheng's head in an instant.

Han Dongsheng's body stood upright in place, but his head fell to the ground with a "pa" sound, and rolled to the side.

No blood flowed from the cut on Han Dongsheng's neck, but his head seemed to be still moving.

Upon closer inspection, Han Dongsheng's lips on his head were moving, making the sound of "Xiaoyu… Xiaoyu…" while staring at Han Yu intently.