Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 1049 Blake and the Cat

In the desolate forest, Blake trudged through the dusty landscape.

He had to reach the underworld.

Having managed to penetrate the layers of the cave’s “preservative film, Blake was now merely a foot away from stepping into the realm of the underworld. However, he knew all too well that if he were to enter directly, the King of Cities would likely detect his presence immediately.

So, Blake decided to take the shortcut through the Gray Earth.

It felt as though he had been walking for an eternity. The sky remained unchanged, the forest appeared no different, and the usual methods of determining the direction of the world were ineffective here.

Frowning, Blake climbed to the top of a tree once more, hoping for a clearer view.

According to Lilly’s description, there should be an immensely tall and dense forest in this area. Trees reach the height of skyscrapers, with trunks too broad for ten people to encircle, and leaves lush with greenery.

Yet, despite his long trek, all Blake could see was various shades of gray.

Am I heading in the wrong direction?” Blake wondered aloud.

He descended from the tree, accumulating more dust on his weary body.

The name Gray Earth truly manifested itself in this place.

Shades of gray enveloped everything, it was like stepping into a monochromatic ink painting. After spending a considerable amount of time here, one might even question if they were three-dimensional beings or mere paper cutouts in a two-dimensional world.

Once again lost and disoriented. Blake leaned against a tree, taking out his water bottle to quench his thirst with a slow sip.

Suddenly, a rustling sound pierced the silence.

A gray silhouette darted past him with a whoosh.

“A car?!” Blake exclaimed in delight, immediately standing up and chased it.

and more dust on

leaping through the bushes while remaining untouched by the surrounding dust, which swirled

the cat’s tail froze, and it glanced back

called

was sure they could

ahead hastened its

again, “Here you go, it’s

front slowed down.

its head, observing Blake.

a sealed plastic bag, from which he pulled out

squatted down halfway, resting his elbows on his knees, and raised an eyebrow slightly. “Can you lead the way if I give

at Blake with disdain, its eyes seemingly conveying the message, “How could a human

at the dried fish before sitting down.

Blake could understand what it meant-apparently, it felt that one dried

hand and said,

dried fish are from the same batch as the

chip. “There’s not

be other cats here in Gray Earth. They probably also want to taste

ahead was speechless.

are

the sake of

heard the human in front of it say, “Alright, I’ll give you

remained

look of disdain and arrogance in its

the small dried fish toward

like a lightning bolt, swiftly and accurately caught the fish

flooded its nose and tantalized its taste buds in

not help but exclaim in awe-the cats here were truly extraordinary!