Night shrouded the entrance of Xiahe Village. Although Chen Ronghuo was not there, the villagers still lit a large bonfire according to tradition and ate the meat of the shadow leopard in large bites.
Those who stayed in Xiahe Village ate less, and many only drank a few mouthfuls of soup.
Most of the shadow leopard meat went into the mouths of the members of the hunting team and the children practicing martial arts in the village.
Demon meat has a huge effect on warriors, so they naturally have their own distribution plan for it.
The hunting team is the backbone of Xiahe Village, and children are the future of Xiahe Village, so they are allocated the most.
Ha ha!
After eating and drinking, a famous martial artist apprentice and members of the hunting team came to the open space, and amidst loud shouts, they started playing an incomplete version of the Tiger Heart-Refining Fist.
Tiger Lianxin Fist is a top-grade apprentice-level boxing technique, and the incomplete version is only low-grade. It is the most popular boxing technique in the Continent of the Gods.
Just because Xiahe Village is too poor, even if you reach the official warrior level, you still practice this boxing technique.
However, the figures, one after another, moving vertically and horizontally under the light of the blazing bonfire, stirring up a strong fist style, still created a wild scene.
When they practice boxing at this time, they are digesting the huge nutrients in the shadow leopard meat through practicing boxing skills, converting it into their own qi and blood, and increasing their strength.
The sound of these people practicing boxing was loud, but Chen Ronghuo was completely unaware of this scene.
After he returned to the house, he fell into a deep sleep as soon as he fell on the bed.
A warlock's power mainly comes from his soul.
The transformation of the body that a warlock can use is mainly aimed at the transformation of the soul.
Chen Ronghuo originally had no sorcerer qualifications.
He obtained the qualification of a warlock through a warlock certificate, and a mysterious mark was imprinted on his soul, which has sequelae.
This kind of sequelae is lack of energy and always wanting to sleep.
If he wants to cure this sequelae, unless he takes a genius treasure specially designed to restore soul injuries, he can only recover through a long period of rest.
While the warriors in Xiahe Village were practicing martial arts enthusiastically, when Chen Ronghuo was unconscious from his dream, a long black figure suddenly came from the upper reaches of the big river near the village, that is, from the direction of Shanghe Village, and slowly and stiffly came to the lower reaches of the village.
Hecun.
This long black figure, shrouded in the moonlight, has a human white face.
Especially his eyes were hollow and lifeless, as if he had no soul at all.
At the same time, if anyone is around him, they will smell an unpleasant corpse smell from his body.
After approaching Xiahe Village, he turned his stiff head and looked at the campfire where Huang Tiesheng and others were. He seemed to sense that the energy and blood fluctuations emanating from there were too strong. He hesitated for a moment, and then walked away from there.
From the other side, slowly walked into the village.
After entering the village, the long black figure continued to move stiffly, walking leisurely from house to house along the village road.
It just seemed that because none of these people had anyone at home, he didn't stop.
until,
He walked to the door of Chen Ronghuo's house.
The fence gate in front of the courtyard could not block his steps at all.
As soon as he took a step forward, the fence gate fell to the ground with a bang.
Then the long black figure continued to walk forward expressionlessly, and he didn't stop until he reached the door of Chen Ronghuo's house.
The next moment, he raised his spotted arm, knocked on Chen Ronghuo's door again and again.
"Dong, dong dong..."
The strange knock on the door sounded, as if it could hit people's hearts and bring them to a standstill.
Even Chen Ronghuo, who was in deep sleep, frowned at this moment and seemed to have trouble breathing.
"Dong, dong..."
The long black figure kept knocking on Chen Ronghuo's door, each time harder and harder, and gradually even Chen Ronghuo's door frame began to shake.
The old wooden door even cracked with a click.
It’s just that Chen Ronghuo is too sleepy.
He fell into a deep sleep, unaware of all this, and had no intention of waking up.
"Boom!"
Finally, after knocking on the door countless times, the long black figure paused, and a strange color seemed to flash in his empty, dead eyes.
Following him, he slowly turned around, took stiff steps, and walked along the village road away from Xiahe Village.
After the long black figure left, Chen Ronghuo turned over in the room and his eyebrows stretched again.
Meow!
Not long after the long black figure left, the fat cat dragged back a sack containing a large amount of salted fish from somewhere. After seeing that his fence door was broken by something, his face suddenly revealed.
There was a hint of anger.
And when it quickly came to the fence gate, sniffed it with its nose, and smelled an astonishing smell of corpse, its expression suddenly changed.
Then it no longer cared about the sack of salted fish in its mouth.
Roar!
After throwing away the sack of salted fish, its body grew slightly, and after letting out a roar from the depths of its throat just like the roar it made when it threatened the Wood Spirit Demon Butterfly this morning, its entire body rushed forward like a bolt of lightning.
When he arrived at the door of the house, he jumped up and rushed in through the window on the side of the door.
Meow!
When the fat cat rushed into the house and saw the large-shaped Chen Ronghuo still sleeping soundly, as if nothing had happened, he let out a long breath.
As it exhaled, its explosive orange fur gradually became smoother.
Dare to harm the cook who wants to be my master,
No matter what you are,
Don't even let me catch you...
After being angry for a long time, Sha Mao's body returned to its original state.
Then it jumped lightly, picked up the quilt thrown aside by Chen Ronghuo with its mouth, and covered Chen Ronghuo with it again.
Then it glanced at Chen Ronghuo, lowered its head, got into the bed, and fell asleep next to Chen Ronghuo.
As for the sack of salted fish thrown at the entrance of the courtyard...
How can salted fish be as important as being your own master's cook?
The cook was almost killed, and it was so frightened that it had no time to think about anything else at this time.
At this moment, it just wants to be quiet,
I just want to stay by Chen Ronghuo's side quietly.
The next day.
Chen Ronghuo, who slept until midnight, suddenly smiled when he got up and found that the fat cat who had come back at some time had gotten into his bed.
"Meow meow meow……"
He rubbed the fat cat's body with both hands. After he woke up the fat cat, the fat cat immediately opened his mouth and barked several times, as if to remind him of something.
It’s just that he didn’t understand cat language, so he thought the fat cat was hungry again, so he smiled and said: “I know, he must be hungry, right?
Don’t worry, I’ll get you something delicious in a minute.”
With that said, he put on his clothes, got off the kang, opened the door and walked out of the house.
When he opened the door, he suddenly felt something strange.
I don’t know why the door that was fine yesterday suddenly became a little shaken.