Huang Shan's village was too poor to have such a big iron pot, so Song Zheng took him to Lingwang Village and brought back the big iron pot from the village chief's house.
The two little ones are already waiting to be fed.
Although the spirit beast is fat, it is wild after all, and the refined oil still has some smell, but adding the small jar of sesame oil just blocks the smell, making it extra fat.
Song Xiaosheng had already caught a lot of highly poisonous water scorpions and cleaned them with the processed spiritual liquid. When he put them in the pot and fried them, the aroma suddenly rushed up, and Song Xiaosheng's saliva came out.
Finally, the first one came out of the pot. Song Xiaosheng opened his mouth and was about to go up. There was a reserved cough from the side. Song Xiaosheng immediately shrank his neck and handed the fried scorpion to his sister pitifully: "Sister,
you eat first."
"That's good." Song Xiaotian ate happily and nodded repeatedly: "It's really good!"
Song Zheng was frying scorpions here, and his son and daughter were very satisfied with the food. He was also very happy. It didn't matter whether he could eat it or not. Huang Shan's eyelids jumped as he watched from the side. This is a highly poisonous water scorpion.
Ah, eating one after another like this, nothing happens.
Song Zheng asked him with a smile: "Do you want one?"
Huang Shan shook his head quickly: "I can't do it, I will be poisoned and die."
Song Xiaosheng and Song Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief together, and both said: "Yes, yes, I can't hurt you."
Song Zheng grabbed a knife, which he also got from the home of the head of Lingwang Village, threw it to Huang Shan, pointed at the Gu Frog and said, "You take care of it."
Although the poison frog is powerful, it is not very poisonous. It is already dead and there is no danger as long as it is handled with care. Huang Shan nodded quickly.
This kind of Gu frog is the most powerful existence in the Yellow Mire, but if it is placed in the Silent Mountain, it will be nothing. Therefore, there will be no life soul mark after hunting.
But for ordinary villagers, such as Huangshan, the Gu frog is still too powerful to hunt and automatically awaken the life soul multiple times.
He used the power of the Life Soul Warrior to cut open the Gu Frog's body, and then cut the strongest hind leg meat into pieces. Song Zheng commanded: "Cut into pieces, not too big."
Huang Shan thought that the meat of these poisonous frogs was going to be stored. After all, Song Xiaosheng had caught hundreds of highly poisonous water scorpions and piled them up like a hill. As a result, Song Zheng exploded one and ate another one. Soon, the poisonous water scorpions were as poisonous as a hill.
The water scorpions fell into both of their stomachs.
Huang Shan couldn't imagine how these two small bodies could stuff all the food in. Then Song Zheng moved the pot and started roasting meat directly on the stove fire below.
There are only a few seasonings, neither too much nor too rich, and they were collected from the head of Lingwang Village.
While Song Zheng was roasting, the aroma wafted out, and this time even Huang Shan couldn't help it. Song Zheng ignored him, and waited until the two children had almost eaten, then threw him a few slices: "Try it."
"Can I eat too?" Huang Shan swallowed and couldn't believe it. Song Zheng waved his hands indifferently and curled his lips twice. They didn't have enough to eat, but Huang Shan kept helping and didn't give anyone a bite.
Not good.
Song Zheng winked at them and promised that only one bite would satisfy them.
Huang Shan's strength can really only take one bite. The Gu Frog is too powerful for him. Even if he has been promoted to the realm of spiritual inspiration, he is still no match for the Gu Frog.
A few slices of roasted meat contained abundant spiritual energy. After he ate it, he immediately began to practice according to the methods of this world. Song Zheng secretly observed from the side. He showed the body of a soul warrior and kept twisting on the ground.
He seemed to be practicing his fighting skills.
"A very low-level cultivation method." Song Zheng shook his head secretly and looked no further.
Waiting until it was almost dark, Huang Shan shivered violently, changed back to his human form, and said to Song Zheng in a panic: "Go back quickly, the night is very dangerous!"
He babbled and said: "You are all nobles living in the city, and you are protected by the city wall at night. You don't know how scary the night is in the world outside the city."
His attitude reminded Song Zheng of his fear of the extremity at night when he was in Shenjin Mountain.
Fortunately, everything they could eat had been eaten. Song Xiaosheng and Song Xiaotian did not delay and followed him back to the village. When they came back, they saw the villagers taking out some bags from the house and pouring out some broken bones.
, sprinkled around his house.
Some have more broken bones, some have less. This seems to indicate the strength and wealth of each family.
There was also a woman, who was scattering broken bones with her two children, while constantly looking towards the grassland outside the village, with almost despair in her eyes.
Huang Shan got into his house, took out a bag of broken bones and scattered them, saying in a low voice: "It seems that Zhu Lian hasn't come back yet. Their family is probably doomed. There was a stone disaster this year. If something happens to the man again, they will
My mother-in-law can’t hold it any longer.”
He can't help either, his abilities are limited.
Song Zheng looked at the broken bones on the ground, and Huang Shan explained: "These are the bones of spiritual beasts picked up from outside. Their scent remains on them, which can avoid dangers at night to a certain extent."
Song Zheng asked: "Is the danger at night a spiritual beast?"
"It's not just them. In this world, the most dangerous thing is always natural disaster. If there are spiritual beasts, it's okay. But if it is really a natural disaster, such as a stone disaster, it will be a real disaster."
Huang Shan sighed and shook his head. It was difficult to survive on the grassland, and the whole village might even die overnight. This kind of thing had never happened before.
After scattering the broken bones, it was almost dark, so Huang Shan put away the bag and turned around to go back.
Behind him, the woman knelt on the ground and howled miserably.
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When night fell, it seemed quite peaceful, except for some wind blowing from the grassland, whistling like some monster's hand caressing the roof.
Huang Shan's face didn't look good, and Song Zheng asked, "What's wrong?"
Huang Shan was reminded of bad memories: "The sound of the wind... is very strange. It is very similar to the night of the stone disaster. I am worried that something bad will happen."
Song Zheng smiled: "We have already suffered a stone disaster, what does it matter if it happens again?"
Huang Shan reluctantly said: "Yes."
It was obvious that he was under great psychological pressure and had no intention of talking.
The wind was getting stronger and stronger, Song Xiaosheng and Song Xiaotian had fallen asleep at night. Song Xiaotian was very ladylike when he slept, but sometimes he would drool when dreaming about eating good food.
Song Xiaosheng was completely different. He was lying on his back, occupying Huang Shan's bed with his small body, and was snoring loudly!
Song Zheng was lying on the ground in his clothes, with a layer of hay spread under him, and he had already fallen asleep.
Huang Shan tossed and turned, getting up from time to time to listen to what was going on outside, and then the sad look on his face would become more intense.
In the second half of the night, a strange sound suddenly came from a distant place, mixed in the wind. If you are not an experienced person, you would not be able to hear it: Huchi Huchi
Huang Shan sat up all of a sudden, his face became extremely ugly.
The older soul warriors on the grassland all know that it is the breathing sound of a huge spiritual beast.
The sound of breathing can be so clear in the huge wind noise. This giant beast must be extremely huge and can easily destroy a village!
Song Zheng was still asleep, and Huang Shan couldn't care about them anymore. He leaned against the door and listened sweating. He believed that all the soul warriors in the whole village were like him: all they could do was pray.
I hope that the giant beast is just passing by and will not come to their village.
But the reality was one of cold despair. The loud wheezing sound became more and more clear, and then the ground began to shake slightly. It was the giant beast approaching, and the village could already feel its footsteps.
The shaking became more and more intense, and within about one stick of incense, the houses in the village were shaken continuously.
The village chief's voice sounded outside again, hoarse at the top of his lungs: "Soldiers, come out and fight to the death!"
Huang Shan was dripping with cold sweat. He grabbed the knife that Song Zheng had given him during the day, pulled out the stopper of the water bag, drank all the remaining spiritual fluid in one gulp, then opened the door and rushed out.
As soon as he opened the door, a strong wind rushed in, almost pushing him back. Outside the village, headed by the village chief, all the soul warriors stood together. This was a desperate time. They had already seen that in the dark night.
An extremely huge figure.
It looks like a small mountain, with a pair of bright yellow beast eyes, which is also the size of a house, giving people extremely huge pressure.
Sure enough, it had arrived outside the village.
Song Zheng closed the door with some dissatisfaction. Of course he was not in a good mood if his sleep was disturbed. After thinking about it, he yawned, pulled his son off the bed, and threw him out: "Go and deal with it, come back and sleep well."
The old village chief held an iron spear in his hand, raised it high and roared at the approaching giant beast, but the giant beast just lightly stomped its feet, and a shock was heard, and the old villager at the spiritual level
Chang He and all the Life Soul Warriors were shocked so much that blood spurted out. The gap was really huge!
Despair filled the hearts of all the villagers, but a small figure was thrown out of the darkness, flying straight and hitting the giant beast with a thud!
Song Xiaosheng fell to the ground, rubbed his head, and muttered dissatisfiedly: Dad is partial, why don't you let your sister come? Isn't my son your child?
Then he raised his head and looked at this giant beast, but suddenly his eyes lit up: Such a big mountain of meat can last a long time!
The giant beast looked up to the sky and roared. It was hit unexpectedly. This was a naked offense. Even in the Silent Mountain, it was one of the well-deserved kings, but something like a small insect hit it!
But before it could vent its anger, a small figure quickly approached in the two huge bright yellow beast eyes. Before it could understand what was going on, it was punched and sent flying.