The most wonderful place in this world is here, there are people like Qin Lang who live carefree, but have a lot of psychological pressure, and need to vent by crying, there are people like Yan Ming who have to do their best even to live.

Located in the Eighteen Swallows Village in Pingyang, Liangzhou, under the tiled houses built outside the village and incompatible with the overall buildings of the Eighteen Swallows Village, Yanming lives here with difficulty.

He had spent a long time exploring the entire village, and found that the people of this village had long been empty, and after realizing this, great loneliness and panic came to Yan Ming.

Surrounded by mountains he couldn't climb, the only exit was blocked by hordes of iron rocks.

With the fragments of memories scattered in his mind, Yan Ming really couldn't think of a way to escape from here.

"Perhaps, it will be necessary for the people of the Senyuan to find out that I didn't report and send someone here to find me, so that they can take me out of here. Yan Ming sat at the door of the room, rubbing his hungry stomach, thinking with some sadness.

He was looking at the burning clouds in the sky, when suddenly a palm-sized spirit beast poked his brain outside.

This spirit beast is small, thin, without a single hair on its body, its skin is full of folds, layer after layer, although its two eyes are full of human agility, but its appearance is too ugly, like a mouse whose skin has been scalded and wrinkled by boiling water, old and ugly.

In addition, its legs and feet are not very dexterous, it walks with a limp, and the only advantage of the whole body is probably that the cry is okay, "chirp", and it sounds like a yellow bird.

doesn't hunt for food, doesn't eat carrion, is picky eaters, and has a considerable degree of vigilance against people, his appearance is still poor, and there is no market for people to be eaten as spirit pets and wait for death, Yan Ming really doesn't know how this guy survived until now.

"Don't come to me again, I don't have anything to eat here. Yan Ming looked at it and sighed.

"Chirp. This unknown spirit beast seemed to understand Yan Ming's words, and its small and ugly eyes were full of disgust, and he turned his head and pointed his ass at him and farted.

Yan Ming ignored him, trying to divert his attention with his thoughts.

These days, he remembers some things scattered, and there are often pictures flashing in his mind, and the faces of the people in the picture are quite blurry, but listening to the meaning of the words of the people in the picture, Yan Ming should not be simple to judge his life experience.

First of all, his name, according to the conversation in front of him, he should be surnamed Niu, the identity of "Yan Ming" is fake, he didn't know what means he used to get it, but he really couldn't remember his original name, so he decided to continue using this name.

Then there's the suspicious amount of memory loss he has, as if his mother was deliberately erasing his memory for some unexplained reason. But Yan Ming subconsciously felt that things should not be so simple, and there must be other reasons that could explain all this.

Then came his father, and in the fragments of memories that came to mind sporadically, there was no such person at all, as if he was born to lose his father.

But as soon as this speculation came to mind, it was denied by his subconscious, so Yan Ming was sure that his parents were both complete.

In the end, Yan Ming guessed that he had not had a good life before, because although he had no impression of the scene in front of him, his body was adapting to this kind of bitter life at an extremely fast speed.

Whether it's sawing wood, cleaning, boiling water, climbing trees, picking fruit, digging birds' nests, or whatever, he is so skilled that he doesn't have to think about what to do, his body automatically helps him react.

If that's all he has, he can still deceive himself, he's just an ordinary poor kid.

Yan Ming looked back at the room he had locked.

There were one machine after another in it, and during this period of time, in order to find a way out of this village, and in order to find some food that could satisfy his stomach, he encountered the iron stone stiff three times, and each time it ended with being chased and eaten with his head.

After these three deaths and opening his eyes in the same room, Yan Ming almost figured out something.

If he is in a near-death state, his consciousness will condense into a ball, through his face, and it will be manifested on the outside, his face will be hideous, his facial features will be distorted, and then this consciousness will be attached to the creature in front of him, and then he will control the creature he parasitized to return to the locked room at home, and the machine in the room will scan his consciousness, and the machine will automatically respond after the review is passed.

When he woke up, in addition to his face being a little stiff, from the outside, he was still the same Yan Ming, and the same image he saw when he first opened his eyes.

After realizing this, Yan Ming specially observed that the remaining amount in the nutrient tank that reshaped his body should still support him to be reborn about four times.

Moreover, if the mass of consciousness after he left the body, if it was too far away from the room, the consciousness body would easily lose its way.

"I've proven that I can't get out of here with my own strength, so don't waste the chance to be reborn, all I can do now is wait for ......"

Yan Ming's eyes were dilated, as if he was out of his body.

The ugly hairless spirit beast saw Yan Ming distracted, ignored it for a long time, and unhappily "chirped" at Yan Ming a few times, and saw that he had no reaction at all, twisted his ass and ran away.

When it came back to this side, Yan Ming saw that its head was carrying something twice as big as it, like a shell pushing a dung ball, arching and pushing towards him.

Yan Ming looked at this ugly little thing suspiciously.

"Chirp. The ugly thing struggled to push this thing to a meter under Yan Ming's feet, took a breath, and raised its two short forelimbs high, constantly gesturing at Yan Ming.

Yan Ming looked at what it was pushing towards him, a large rough ball of dirt and green grass, mixed with the rich "fragrance" of dirt and animal urine, almost didn't smoke Yan Ming.

"You can eat this thing yourself, I can't afford it. Yan Ming hurriedly waved at it.

The ugly thing happily "chirped" a few times, expressing his contempt for Yan Ming's ignorance with all his heart. After despising Yan Ming's gaze, the ugly thing spat on the palms of his forelimbs, jumped on the spot with a "chirp", and smashed the small fists clenched together on the big round ball.

The big ball didn't move.

But Yan Ming understood, he rubbed his stomach and stepped forward: "Understood, you want me to smash this thing open, right?"

Because of Yan Ming's approach, the ugly thing was pushed back a meter, and its short gray-brown ears were erected, maintaining a posture of turning around and running away at any time.

Yan Ming knew that this ugly thing was afraid of people, so he didn't care about it, he glanced at the big round ball, turned around and took out a big kitchen knife from the room, and held back the stench to split the big round ball, revealing the sweet fruit wrapped inside.

When the ugly thing saw Yan Ming open the big round ball, his eyes narrowed with a smile, and he turned around and limped away.

Yan Ming stared at its departing back, holding the big fruit in his hand, turned around and couldn't see clearly, just buried his head and walked inside, his knees "bumped" on the stool and he didn't react, still walking in by himself.

It stands to reason that he should be happy if there is a spirit beast willing to bring him rations.

But Yanming's nasal cavity was sore, his chest was stuffy, and his lips were pursed, so he didn't look happy.

Yan Ming put the fruit in the basin next to the water tank, looked at his own reflection on the water, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

He probably didn't really have anything in his life, okay, he got a fruit of the spirit beast, he wanted to take out a heart and give it to the other party, and he couldn't wait to occupy the entire mountain around him, and decorate it beautifully to make a nest for ugly things.

Tsk, but that ugly thing is really ugly.

It was so ugly that his nose was getting more and more sour.

It was so ugly that he wanted to cry.