I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

"What nonsense are you talking about? That’s clearly a person!"

"How can a person appear in a chicken coop? Here, can you crawl in?"

"I... I can’t..."

"Exactly!"

Outside the chicken coop, two boys around seven or eight years old were feeding the chickens with a feed bucket.

The other chickens were busy pecking at their feed, completely ignoring what the boys were talking about.

"Hurry up and get him out. He seems to have fainted from the smoke."

"How do we do that? Dismantle the chicken coop?"

"How else!"

The conversation quickly ended.

Soon, these two children performed an astonishing feat.

One of the boys exerted force, and the chicken coop, which was securely fastened to the ground, was effortlessly lifted with one hand by him.

Meanwhile, the other boy seized the opportunity, reached inside with one hand, and pulled the unconscious Han Zhan out of the chicken coop.

Neither the chicken coop nor Han Zhan should have been something a seven or eight-year-old child could lift.

And with one hand!

Unfortunately, Han Zhan was in a coma and didn’t witness such a jaw-dropping scene.

"We’ve rescued him, so what now?"

"How about waiting for him to wake up first?"

"Won’t we just dump him on the street?"

"Are you crazy! It’s night outside; if you throw him on the street, he’ll die!"

Daytime... will die... What are they talking about... Han Zhan, breathing in fresh air, began to show signs of waking up.

He opened his eyes slightly, and in the blurred darkness, he vaguely saw the outline of two young boys.

And their voices continued to reach him.

"No matter what, he came out of the chicken coop, so as a member of the coop, he should have his own number."

The boy who had previously said something surprising seemed to have a particular obsession with numbers.

"But the number you just mentioned wasn’t very elegant," the other boy mercilessly ridiculed.

"That’s simple, just change it a bit, right? His number is 8, 8 sounds like ’Fa’, so we can give him a code name."

"How about calling him Ji Fa?"

The other boy pondered for a moment, as if considering.

"Ji Fa... sounds pretty good, so let’s call him Ji Fa from now on!"

Just as they finalized the code name, Han Zhan finally fully regained consciousness.

The first thing he heard upon waking up was the last part of the boys’ conversation.

Initially clear-minded Han Zhan became somewhat bewildered... What? I’ve become Ji Fa?!

After the confusion came a sudden awakening.

With a shiver, Han Zhan sat up from his lying position, and his reaction startled the two boys.

"Whoa! Ji Fa, you’re awake?"

"Oh my gosh, that scared me. It’s like a resurrection!"

Han Zhan didn’t respond immediately. First, he looked around, trying to discern his circumstances.

Thankfully, it wasn’t the chicken coop.

But like the coop, it was dimly lit, with just a bit of faint light coming in, enough to see two young, innocent faces.

This enclosed room, resembling a fully enclosed container, gave off a stifling impression at first glance.

"Thank you... young heroes, for your help."

Retracting his gaze, Han Zhan bowed slightly to the two boys, pondering the elaborate wording.

Since he’s become Ji Fa, he must uphold King Wu’s dignity somehow, right?

What Han Zhan didn’t realize was that the Ji Fa he understood and the ’Ji Fa’ spoken by the boys, though sounding the same, seemed to differ in other respects...

Back to the main point.

The two boys exchanged glances and shook their heads.

"We’re not called young heroes; we have our own code names."

Code... code names? Han Zhan paused, not initially comprehending.

"My code name is Tong Yi, and his is Tong Er."

Han Zhan: "..."

Not bad, simple, straightforward, and easy to understand.

"Don’t you have names?" Han Zhan asked curiously.

"Names? We don’t have names; why would we?" Tong Yi shook his head without even thinking.

"Exactly, naming requires thought. We’re lower classes, only have code names, no names."

Lower classes, code names... Listening to this, Han Zhan felt a sense of bewilderment.

These details seemed to differ from the history he understood.

However, this is the Fruit World, where abnormality is normal, and if things were normal, it would be too abnormal.

Han Zhan could only use this explanation to comfort himself.

He nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

"Ji Fa, are you hungry? Would you like to join us for dinner?"

"After eating, we can go to sleep. Early to bed and early to rise makes you healthy."

Tong Er asked Han Zhan.

Tong Er’s words made Han Zhan slightly surprised again.

Even though this was a closed room, judging by the light seeping through the cracks, it should be daytime.

Why did he say it was night?

Having just entered this Fruit World, there are still many unknowns left to explore.

Currently, all his information comes from these two boys, and leaving here abruptly would be even riskier.

After some thought, Han Zhan didn’t refuse their invitation.

The three of them left the room near the chicken coop together.

Upon stepping out of the room, Han Zhan discovered that not only the room but even the hallway outside was completely covered at the top.

Fortunately, there was firelight on the walls, so they didn’t have to move in the dark.

On the walls beside the passage, in the light of the fire, Han Zhan could also see some simply carved murals.

These murals contained many incomprehensible patterns.

Judging by the style, it indeed resembled a period from Han Zhan’s historical memory but was more mysterious and twisted.

The "humans" sketched out with simple lines and the various chaotic lines resembled a child’s mindless doodles.

He glanced at them for a moment before deciding to abandon further study.

The three of them continued forward.

By his estimate, they had been walking for quite some time.

Though Tong Yi and Tong Er appeared only seven or eight years old, their pace rivaled adults, if not faster.

After several turns, they finally reached the dining area.

The place was bustling with children, elderly, women, young people—people of all ages.

The atmosphere became lively in an instant.

Following the boys’ lead, Han Zhan found a place to sit down.

In front of them was placed a large "track" resembling a conveyor belt buffet.

After everyone sat down, the sound of items hitting the walls of a pipe at the top of the track began echoing "clang clang clang".

Soon, as everyone watched with anticipation, "food" surged out of the pipe and glided down the track.

When Han Zhan saw what they called "food," he was stunned once more.

Chunks of varying sizes, blacker than charcoal.

You call this food?!

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