The pitch-black cauldron had been used for who knows how many years. It was probably the most important treasure in the entire village. Under the cauldron, the flames entwined with golden vines emitted a special golden-red light. Song Zheng guessed that they must have been there for hundreds of years.
More than half of the golden vine was used as firewood. It may be because of this golden-red flame that the substance in the bone can be refined.
He quietly took out the Yang Shen Tian's eyesight and looked over there. Under the ancient demon's clone, the "Every Thin Thin" could only shine through his eyes toward the cauldron.
He saw that under the action of the flame, the bone slowly began to decompose and melt, and some of the bone on the surface melted into the soup in the cauldron.
Song Zheng was a little surprised, because it didn't seem like he was simply making soup. If he was making soup, he was just extracting the nutrients from the bones. The people in this village used special flames to melt part of the bones.
About seven hours later, the flames finally extinguished. Twenty-one children were brought out by their parents and lined up in front of the cauldron. Each of them held a pottery bowl in their hands, both of them clean.
His big, bright eyes were full of expectation.
The elders in the village showed hopeful smiles and looked at their children eagerly. The village chief raised the cauldron with his withered left hand and a wooden spoon in the other hand in a very uncoordinated way.
Add soup to the children one by one.
Every child is treated as if it were her own. She will pat their smiling faces affectionately, scratch their noses, and give them a few words of encouragement.
After a pot of bone soup was distributed among more than 20 children, the village chief put the pot down and said, "Children, let's get started. Don't be afraid of scalding. It works best when it's hot."
The children picked up the big bowl and drank it. Some were so burned that they shed tears, but they still endured it and drank it.
After the children finished drinking, the village chief took out the uncooked bone, cut it into small pieces with his fingers, and distributed it to everyone.
Song Zheng watched curiously in the dark. He could tell that it should be an ancient animal bone. He didn't know what type it came from, but the bone must be very hard. However, these people chewed it up and swallowed it, and it seemed that
Enjoyed it very much.
This look even made Song Zheng have self-doubt: Is chewing dry bones delicious?
Obviously, for the village, such a piece of animal bone is extremely precious and cannot be wasted.
"Let's all go back." The village chief said, "Take good care of the little ones tonight. From now on, they will be the backbone of the village."
"Yes." Everyone dispersed and went home. Those whose children drank bone soup were destined to have no sleep tonight.
Song Zheng was very curious, what kind of cultivation system is this? Drinking soup to grow? Spiritual food cultivation? In the middle of the night, he quietly walked into the village and secretly inspected the big pot.
He observed the remnants of the large pot and couldn't help but frown secretly. At this time, a painful voice sounded in a simple shed. Immediately afterwards, such voices came one after another, all of which were people who drank soup during the day.
Those kids.
Song Zheng quietly took a look and saw that the meridians on the children's bodies were clearly protruding, and their bodies were undergoing some kind of changes.
He had already made some guesses before. Looking at it now, he roughly understood what was going on. He just didn't understand that the Immortal Realm, even if it fell down the level, should have countless top inheritances. Why did it become like this?
What does it look like?
The painful moans continued until dawn. The changes in the children's bodies finally ended and they fell into a deep sleep exhausted. The parents who had guarded their children all night, although they were also very tired, were extremely excited.
But in the east end of the village, heart-wrenching cries were heard. The village chief arrived in a hurry with his people. The child on the bed was dying. The meridians all over his body were black and his muscles were dissolving.
The old village chief checked the child's condition and shook his head sadly to the parents. The child's mother threw herself into her husband's arms and cried loudly. Others who came along were also sad.
In such a world, small villages like theirs can only survive if they are united. Every child is precious and the hope for the future.
But every child must pass this level. This is their destiny and their responsibility.
"Village Chief, is there really nothing we can do?" The child's father's eyes were red. He was the second-class strong man in the village. He immediately entered the fate-knowing realm and was only slightly weaker than the leader of the team.
Normally, he acted as a tough guy in front of the villagers, but when his children faced this situation, he endured it again and again, and tears still flowed down.
The village chief sighed and said: "The exercise failed and the body dissolved. You all know this situation very well. Unless the great witch comes to this world, otherwise... there is no way to save the day." She shook her head helplessly and looked at the child on the bed again, with eyes in her eyes.
It is also full of kind love and pain.
My mother cried louder, and my father also wept silently. Suddenly, a man came hurriedly outside: "Village Chief, there is someone outside begging for water."
The leader of the team said angrily: "Get away! Don't you know how precious a mouthful of water is in the Broken Wasteland? We don't have enough to drink ourselves, so how can we give it to outsiders?"
When are you still bothering me with this kind of thing?"
The man didn't answer, but just looked at the village chief and winked: "You'd better go and take a look."
The village chief understood, stood up and said, "Okay, I'll go take a look." She patted her parents on the shoulders and said, "Pardon me..."
There was a man standing outside the village. When the village chief saw the man, he understood why the guard had insisted on letting him come and take a look. This man was very different from them. He was smartly dressed, had clean hair, and his eyes were brighter.
It exudes a kind of calm confidence.
The village chief stepped forward, bowed slightly, and asked: "Why do you, noble man, make fun of us and other poor people? If you have any requests, just ask, and you will not dare to refuse if you can do your best."
Of course, Song Zheng took the initiative to show up because he couldn't bear the child's death. He had a good impression of the village. However, he might not be convinced by directly walking in and offering treatment.
Asking for water is just an excuse to test.
He smiled slightly and said: "Don't worry, village chief. I am not the person you think. I am really just passing by. There is no water source around, so I am shamelessly asking for a drink of water."
The village chief remained calm, took out a kettle from under his clothes, carefully picked up a bowl of water, and held it up with both hands: "Your Majesty, please use it."
Song Zheng drank. Behind the village chief, the throats of several soldiers visibly moved, looking a little greedy. Song Zheng returned the bowl to the village chief and said with a smile: "Thank you."
He looked at the village and said: "The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring of water. If the village chief has any difficulties, I will solve it for the next generation."
The faces of the people behind the village chief changed slightly, and the village chief also begged: "Looking at everything in this small village of ours, there really is nothing worthy of such painstaking efforts."
Song Zheng was stunned, and people thought he had ulterior motives.
He smiled bitterly in his heart, but did not blame the village chief. He could probably tell what the situation in this world was like. They lived in poverty and were oppressed everywhere, so they were naturally very wary.
He added: "I heard cries in the village, but who is sick? I have some experience in medical skills. You carry the person out, and I will treat you and repay the favor of a bowl of water."
Behind the village chief, the leader of the team snorted coldly: "Are you the resurrected Great Heavenly Witch?"
"Of course it's not." Song Zheng smiled heartily, and the other party said angrily: "If it's not the case, there's no need, it's all in vain." The village chief stopped the leader and said to Song Zheng: "It's too late to save the day, so I won't bother you."
It's just a bowl of water, it's not worthy of being taken seriously by noble people."
Song Zheng was a little helpless and wanted to help, but it was the first time he had to go to such trouble.
He looked at the village and said helplessly: "I'm offended. I'm worried that if it's too late, it will be too late."
As soon as he stepped into the village, the expressions of the village chiefs and everyone else changed drastically. They felt that this evil guest had finally "showed off". However, Song Zheng was too powerful compared to them. Including the village chief, when Song Zheng stepped in
When we arrived at the village, the entire town had been sealed off and we were unable to move on the spot.
Under the panicked gaze of the village chief, Song Zheng went straight to that house.
The child's father blocked the door with a bone knife in his hand and said angrily: "My son is gone, what else do you want?"
Song Zheng waved his hand, and a gust of breeze pinned him to the door: "He's not dead yet. If you keep making noises, you really won't be able to save him."
"Well," the child's father's face was squeezed against the door panel, and he made a strange sound with no clear meaning. In the room, the child's mother held on to a glimmer of hope: "Your Excellency... do you really want to save my little Jiu'er?
"
Song Zheng nodded and reached the bedside, but there was a roar outside. The whole village "rose up to resist" and soldiers rushed over from all directions.
Song Zheng was annoyed, and he lowered the spiritual formation with a wave of his hand, covering the shack. The soldiers outside attacked angrily, but could not break through.
Song Zheng found a quiet healing environment and then carefully observed the child.
He had already made some guesses about the cultivation system of this world before, but now he was more certain after carefully observing this child. He murmured in his heart: What a strange cultivation method.
But the child has become like this. Since he decided to take action, it will be done.
He stretched out his hand and took out an animal bone from the goddess Jiang Xiaodongtian.
The child's mother stood aside and watched nervously. She refused to believe it from the bottom of her heart. This was not the first time that a village in the Broken Wasteland had been defrauded by those nobles.
Like everyone else, she suspected that the person in front of her had ulterior motives.
But the maternal nature in her body made her unwilling to give up the last glimmer of hope, so she did not resist Song Zheng. But as soon as Song Zheng raised his hand, he took out an extremely precious piece of wild beast bone, which made her heart skip a beat.
She is also a warrior, and she recognizes that this part is much more advanced than the one the village chief trained yesterday.
In the Broken Wasteland, wild beast bones are extremely precious. The whole village spent ten years saving up for the next generation to get the piece yesterday.