When Rosen woke up, he found himself in a simple stone house.
There is a hard stone bed in the stone house and a layer of dried bone grass, which is barely comfortable for people to lie down on.
Apart from that, there is nothing.
"It looks a bit familiar." Rosen thought weakly.
So thirsty.
Water, water...
He licked his dry, cracked lips and tried to get up, but he felt so much pain all over his body that he couldn't even move his little finger. It was really miserable.
"Fortunately, it's good to be alive. At least we're in a place where we won't die."
Rosen gave up struggling and lay on the stone bed like a dead fish.
Then he tilted his head and glanced at his body with his peripheral vision, only to find that his limbs were almost crushed into pieces, with a few pieces of flesh attached to them, and a piece of his chest was sunken directly, which was extremely miserable.
, the blood condensed into large black lumps, sticking together the torn clothes like strips of cloth.
If the spiritual master's life level had not reached a very high level, he would have died long ago.
Of course, he is also dying now.
Forcibly passing through the turbulent flow of space will cause huge damage not only to the body, but also to the source. Without treatment, it is no different than waiting for death.
Rosen suppressed his headache and began to try the running technique to absorb spiritual energy, but it felt obscure. The amount of spiritual energy contained in the air was very small, and it was a drop in the bucket.
"This is really a dead end." Rosen smiled bitterly in his heart.
The spiritual energy absorbed now cannot even maintain the normal consumption of the original source. If this continues, no matter how much you practice, it will be a dead end.
Save...life...ah.
Rosen tried hard to moan, but he could only make an extremely subtle squeaking sound from his throat, like the chirping of a mosquito, and it was also extremely unpleasant to hear.
Even the vocal cords were damaged.
As a last resort, Rosen could only choose to practice first, at least this way he could delay the arrival of death.
Life is still disappearing slowly.
"The air here feels a bit familiar, it seems..."
He was seriously injured and his brain was not very clear. Only now did Rosen realize that there was so little spiritual energy in the air, and there was also a disgusting aura... this couldn't be the Demon Abyss.
Rosen suddenly remembered that the reason why he broke into the space turbulence was because he felt the breath of the space channel he had established.
Rosen has only established a few space passages in total, from Moyuan to Qianlongyuan, from Qianlongyuan to the Imperial Capital, and from Shenchun County to Beiming Palace.
Thinking back to before he lost consciousness, he seemed to have seen nine mysterious black stars in the sky.
"It seems like it really is the Demon Abyss." Rosen let out a depressed breath.
Is this luck considered good or bad?
There are dangers everywhere in the Demon Abyss. Now, even if I encounter a little demon rat, it will bite me to death.
But looking at the current situation, he should have been saved.
At this moment, there was a patter of footsteps outside the small stone house. The footsteps were cheerful and messy, neither light nor heavy, like a child.
Sure enough, a little creature that looked like a human urchin ran in, with a green face and fangs, wearing an "armor" made of weeds, holding a piece of wood and howling, looking like it was playing a war game.
But after all, it looked so ugly, so Rosen was inevitably frightened.
"What the hell!"
Rosen's eyes widened, but he quickly reacted.
This is the Zaku tribe!
He is a member of the Zaku tribe.
Phew, okay, okay, I am from the Zaku tribe.
The ugly and ferocious faces of those descendants of the sinful people of the human race are actually masks worn by secret methods to conceal their identities.
"Wow?" Little Zaku seemed to have discovered someone in the stone house. He jumped on the stone bed curiously and looked at the "bloody" Rosen. He was not afraid at all. He looked at Rosen carefully with his big blue eyes.
.
As expected of a kid who grew up in Moyuan, he is really brave.
I didn't feel scared when I saw so much blood.
"Little brat, go and call your chief over here." Rosen tried hard to speak, but unfortunately he could only make a slight chirping sound from his throat.
Little Zaku actually found it a bit amusing. He mumbled a strange pronunciation in his mouth, and then poked Rosen with the wooden stick in his hand.
Then he shouted excitedly, circling Rosen's body, as if he had become a tribal warrior returning from hunting, and let out a whimpering sound in celebration.
He ignored Rosen's efforts to open his eyes and the plea in them.
Rosen was desperate.
The naughty kid is so annoying.
Didn't anyone else notice that I was awake? Help!!
Unfortunately, the people of the Zaku tribe are very busy, and Rosen was so injured that many people even assumed that he was dead.
Wait...if it's a naughty kid.
"Yes!"
Rosen condensed the spiritual power he had just absorbed, turned it into a small ball of very weak energy, and then bounced it towards little Zaku's forehead.
Hope it's useful.
"Crack!"
The energy ball hit little Zaku on the head.
Little Zaku groaned, and a small bump appeared on his forehead. He was a little confused, his mouth was flat, a little confused, and his pitiful eyes were red.
"Do it again."
Rosen used up the last of his strength and condensed a small energy ball again, then hit little Zaku on the forehead, and another small bag was created.
The two small bags on the head look more symmetrical.
Little Zaku suddenly burst out crying, bursting into tears of pain, dropped the stick, and ran out crying.
Soon, an adult Zaku tribesman with a green face and fangs was pulled over by the little Zaku. His face was full of helplessness. Judging from his figure, he should be a woman.
"Wow..." Little Zhagu cried aggrievedly, with vague Zhagu language coming out of his mouth, pointing at Rosen, as if complaining.
Rosen was overjoyed.
Hahaha, that's right.
One of the most domineering skills of naughty children is to call parents.
Rosen tried to keep his eyes open, trying to let the other person see that he was awake.
But the Zhagu woman was squatting on her bed, whispering helplessly and lovingly, as if to comfort little Zhagu, without even looking at Rosen.
Rosen's mentality was a bit broken.
Sister, please look at me!
After comforting him for a long time, little Zaku finally stopped crying. When the Zaku woman stood up and prepared to take little Zaku away, she finally noticed Rosen's sincere eyes.
The Zaku woman was startled, and then she shouted excitedly.
Rosen cried with joy. He could finally close his eyes and take a rest. I was exhausted from staring all the time.
Following the shouts of the Zaku woman, a group of Zaku tribe members gathered around.
In fact, many Zhagu people remember Rosen. After all, he was the one who brought them food and weapons. It is not an exaggeration to say that he was a great benefactor.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have brought Rosen back when they picked him up.
But, here comes the problem again.
The Zhagu people do not understand the human language, and Rosen cannot understand what the other party is saying, and cannot even communicate through eye contact.
This group of Zaku tribesmen talked around Rosen, with a tone of amazement and admiration.
Probably because he admires Rosen's vitality.
Not even dead?
Rosen was desperate again: "Can you treat my injury? If it doesn't work, call your chief over. I can't stand it any longer."