What kind of place is this?

Looking at the snow-capped mountains in front of me, I was at a loss. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was summer when I entered the cave, and it was impossible for snow to snow in Ireland in July, and I had only seen this kind of snow-covered scene when I traveled to Hokkaido in winter, and maybe the winter in Ireland was the same, but could it be that I was in a coma for half a year?

Maybe it's more than half a year, according to the "vicissitudes of the sea", the sea outside the cave will become a mountain, how can it take hundreds of thousands of years.

When I turned on my phone, the power was still sufficient, so it could be seen that I hadn't been in a coma for long, and it seemed that it had only been a few minutes. However, the satellite mobile phone that claims to be "no matter where you are in the world - global communication" has no signal at all at the moment, which probably means that I am not on the earth now, right?

Well, I know I'm back in time - no, I should say teleported......

So back to the question I just asked.

What the hell is this place!

Looking back, the strange patterns inside the cave had disappeared without a trace. Even if they were, they didn't mean anything to me, and I'm not the alien who could read them!

A cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew, and I couldn't help but shiver.

Although it is said that people with profound skills can not invade the cold and heat, but at least I am still afraid of cold and heat, and the optical camouflage suit does not have a cold-proof function, and I wear it to stand on the high mountains with cold wind and heavy snow, and there is a ghost if it is not cold.

However, this time I was somewhat prepared. When I opened the suitcase, there were still the seven items on the right side, but the normally empty left side now had a lot of things: a change of clothes, toiletries, common medicines, and the axe that was said to be very strong.

The spirit world has long mastered the technique of "compressing space", and has put it into practice a lot, and this small space in the special suitcase for the spirit detective is actually a large space, enough to prepare a lot of things that need to be used. It's just that although the space can be compressed, the mass cannot, so the real weight of this seemingly inconspicuous box has long exceeded two hundred kilograms - mainly the axe, which is really heavy.

Changing into the winter clothes I had put in when I was sorting out my props, and putting away my optical camouflage uniform, I transformed into a young mountaineer, and then I chose a direction based on my feelings and ran towards the bottom of the mountain.

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The place is desolate.

I bet that the population density in this area will not exceed one person per square kilometer.

I ran for ten kilometers in one go, except for the snow field of Lin Hai, let alone the city or village, I didn't see a single figure!

Even if it is a mountainous area, it is too much to be desolate to this extent......

This thought was thrown out of the sky when I saw a human corpse in the snow that had been gnawed almost to bones by an unknown beast.

I haven't forgotten that this is the birthplace of that man-eating monster.

Could it be that this place is not inherently desolate, but eaten by that kind of monster until it is thousands of miles away?

Five monsters attack pedestrians once a week, so how many monsters must eat up a radius of hundreds of miles?

Oh, my God! Although I've been working hard to cultivate the Aura Wave Fist recently, and my skill has skyrocketed to the point where I can barely fight with Xia Na who has turned on the Burning Eye Mode, I still feel a little numb when I imagine that I may have to face thousands of monsters single-handedly, and the wind and snow seem to be getting colder......

Fortunately, after some careful study, I was finally happy to be sure that this unlucky fellow was just an ordinary beast, because his bones were not very broken, and if it was a powerful monster, there should have been a large number of neat fractures, but there were only many large and small tooth marks on his bones, and there were no particularly violent ones.

In this case, he should have been killed by a small but large number of beasts, such as wolves.

Well, I'll admit, I was able to come to that conclusion when I saw those unfriendly wolves.

The two sides of the battle are compared as follows: Red, a super strong man with enough strength to kick an adult African elephant as a ball, has experience in brawls, and has a superpower called "Spirit Wave"; Blue side, six ordinary wild wolves, looks a little thin.

In the first round, Wolf 1 attacked, MISS; Wolf 1 attacks wrong, resulting in a hit, Kazuya Uesugi launches a counterattack skill, hates a blow, activates a knockback effect, activates a kill effect, activates a crush effect, and Wolf 1 dies. The wolf 2-6 broke down in morale and fled. Kazuya Uesugi wins, gaining a number of experience points......

Well, in fact, I kicked the wolf that rushed to the front into the snow valley in the distance with just one kick, and the rest of the wolves reacted quickly, and it only took a few seconds to complete the transformation from attacking to fleeing.

The reason why I was interested in making fun of these hapless wolves was because I saw a happy image of a small village looming behind a small hill that seemed a little far away.

"Hot water, food, beds......" I muttered to the desperate need, clawed up to the highest speed, and rushed towards the village. Completely ignoring the proverb "watch the mountain run the dead horse", it took less than half an hour to reach the destination.

It's a very small village, with only about a dozen families in total. The houses looked fairly neat, some made of adobe bricks, some made of stones, thatched or something like that under the snow on the roofs, and the chimneys sticking out from the corners, very different from the chimneys I had in European.

The inhabitants of the village wore clothes that resembled those of the Middle Ages in Europe, with crudely made homespun pullovers on the top, trousers tied with rope on the bottom, and shoes simply sewn from animal skins. The weather here is so cold, but they are so thinly dressed, and they are all skinny, no matter how you look at it, they look poor and sour.

Is it really possible to find hot water, meals and beds here?

If nothing else, at least the beds are a cause for concern - they seem to be up to my chin, so their beds are probably not suitable for me to sleep in. Well, it looks like it's going to be laid on the floor......

It's just that what makes people even more mindful is their attitude when they see me, one by one, as if they have seen a ghost, running faster than a rabbit, God knows where there is such a powerful energy in those thin bodies that can push the body to run at a speed that makes Lewis and Johnson sigh with admiration? They don't look like sprinters.

Forget it, the monk can't run the temple, I just have to find the tallest and strongest house to stay, according to the convention of RPG, it should be the village chief's house, even if you can't get additional rewards from the side plot, at least mix up a meal, find a place to sleep for a night, it should be no problem, right?

I was wrong! Miss by a mile!

I've read a lot of time-traveling novels in my previous life, and the protagonists in them never seem to have to worry about how to communicate with the local natives after the time-travel, either they have a multilingual support system attached to the crossing, or they are so talented that they can learn a language in a short time, but I obviously don't have that kind of treatment.

Language! Speech! No! Open!

Although I had successfully entered the most complete house with a little violence, and although the owner of the house did seem to be more experienced, and it seemed that the village chief was right, it took me ten minutes to make him understand what I meant.

"Eat", "drink", "sleep", these three words are difficult to understand!

I danced and danced, and uttered all the words I knew about these three words, but all I got was a blank look—oh, not all, when I grew up gesturing to eat, the old village chief's face turned pale, and he looked like he was about to have a heart attack; And when I rushed into the inner room and pointed to the bed and yelled, the skinny little girl who was about the size of a monkey covered her chest and rushed out screaming.

Then a group of peasants, who seemed to have mustered up all the courage of their lives, trembling with things that they did not know whether to count as farm tools or weapons, surrounded the house, and kept shouting very unfriendly.

I was in a bad mood because of the communication barrier, so I kicked and smashed the door that I had broken down when I forcibly visited, and swaggered out, only to forget about my height and break the upper door frame.

The peasants looked even more nervous when they saw me come out, and they kept backing off, holding ridiculous "weapons" such as stumps and pitchforks in front of their chests, as if this would give them a little more morale and courage enough to shout at me.

However, when I impatiently snatched a pitchfork and reduced it to pieces in three or two blows, their pitiful courage was gone, and they howled miserably as they fled in all directions. Soon, in the open space in front of the village chief's house, only a stupid big man remained.

Do I look that vicious? There are man-eating monsters in your world! There's no reason to be so daring!

With a long sigh, I felt like I should crouch in the corner and draw circles like the networms often say.

- That's right! How did I forget, you can draw and communicate!

Turning back and rushing into the house, I picked up the village chief, who was lying on the ground and pretended to be dead, and dragged him to a relatively flat snow suitable for painting, and drew a picture of my origin in the snow with tree branches: the earth, the sea, Ireland, the cave, the magic circle, the wolf, and of course, the "hot water", "food", "bed" that I desperately needed.

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I hate these stupid natives!

It's so clearly drawn, why can't you comprehend it? Look at this circular pattern, this is the earth! Look at these waves, haven't you seen the waves? Looking at the map of Ireland, although it may be slightly distorted, I have at least marked the British Isles, and I also indicate "Ireland" in Chinese, Japanese and English! You can't know a foreign language, right? As for the cave and the magic circle, I bet even Van Gogh or Picasso couldn't have drawn more realistically than I did, and I even traced a few stones around the cave! Oh, and those wild wolves! I have drawn the heads and limbs of the six wild wolves with no doubt, and it is impossible for any mountain man to recognize them!

Of course, I paint the three things that I attach the most importance to: the pattern of hot spring steamed buns, which has always been a symbol of hot water; A pair of crossed straight lines above the circle, even small children know that this is a rice bowl and chopsticks; A rectangle with a human figure drawn on it, of course, is the bed—hey! What are you doing when you faint again!

After several fruitless attempts, I was forced by hunger to use the most direct method.

Rummage through every home's kitchen for something to eat!

Hunger is the best delicacy - an unknown sage.

This sentence is obviously very reasonable, those things that I never know what they are, I ate with relish, and after eating, I found half a pot of brown clear soup in a house that had just finished eating, and solved the problem of drinking water by the way. In the end, I couldn't find a suitable bed, so I had to find some hay to use as a mat and sleep in the village chief's living room.

The next morning, after eating and drinking in the same way, I went into the mountains to catch an unlucky boar, threw it to the village chief for the day's food and lodging, and then, with his grateful eyes, changed into the clothes that had also been turned out of his house (a little smaller, but at least it was a local custom, and I no longer had to wear a ski jacket and play fancy clothes), carried what seemed to be sweet potatoes, and left the village with a suitcase.

To tell the truth, although these villagers were stupid and timid, they were indeed very kind people, and they did not rush to catch the wild boar and domesticate it, but ran out of the village en masse to see me off, and many of them even left tears of sadness.

Well, thank you for your hospitality, I'm going to miss you......

Then, in a similar way, I traveled from village to village, but because wild boars were not so easy to meet, the money I sent out varied from time to time, such as the wild wolves that were everywhere - look at the silver-white fur, which was a fine fur; Python - not to mention the value of snake skin and snake gall, this python alone does not hibernate in the snowfield, it is a rare beast; Leopard - well, this is a protected animal, on earth, one is worth your house......

In short, I gave them some valuable goods. Of course, after all, I am not a hunter, naturally I don't know how to dissect and other crafts, so things are given to them alive, after all, we Chinese have always advocated killing and eating alive, and the practice of "sending to death" is also very unlucky.

As I got acquainted with the area, I had a little bit of experience in communicating with the villagers, but it was just a big question in my mind, but I didn't have a clue - where did those man-eating monsters come from?

This question was finally answered shortly after I arrived in the fifth village.

Outside the village was a dense mountain forest, and in order to find prey for the villagers to pay for food and lodging, I inadvertently ran far into the dense forest. I managed to find a wild boar that was fatter than all the previous prey, but just as I was about to catch it, I heard the sound of humming.

The voice was so crisp that you knew it was a young girl as soon as you heard it, but it was hard to imagine that a young girl would go deep into this inaccessible mountain.

Immortal? Monster?

I remembered the plan to "catch a female ghost as a servant" again.

There are no female ghosts to catch, and it's not bad to catch a mountain demon, although the mountain demon who needs food is not as cheap as the female ghost who doesn't eat or drink, but it is obviously more cost-effective to have someone to serve than if I took care of the food and lodging myself.

So, I let go of the big guy who almost became a pig, and ran in the direction of the song.

After a long run, the front suddenly opened up, and in the clearing of the forest, a clear stream mixed with ice flowed, and a tall girl with blond hair and waist was bathing in the stream.

The view is nice - I took out the demon meter from the suitcase I had been carrying.

Sure enough, the demon qi meter showed that the beautiful beauty in front of her had the same spiritual power as those man-eating monsters, but her strength reached about fifty.

It's icy and snowy, the stream is cold and biting, even a muscular hunk like me doesn't dare to go into the water, and a young beautiful girl who can't see fat can actually soak in ice water and take a bath? I know it's a youkai even if I think with my nose!

But...... It seems that the more advanced the monster, the more advanced the aesthetics, and the level of this skin is not low-

Putting away the demonic meter that was not suitable for use in combat, and putting on the Psionic Ring, I took off my homespun vest that was in the way, clenched my fists, and walked towards the monster that had apparently spotted me, but was still bathing as if nothing had happened.

Break its limbs and grab it into the village, hoping that the villagers will know where it came from......

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It's not easy to finally start the main plot.

I've always wondered why people don't worry about language.

Therefore, there is Kazuya, who is not good at learning languages and is not good at communicating with others.

I believe that friends who are familiar with anime already know, what are those monsters that can disguise themselves as adults? I have also guessed what the main line of this volume is.

All I can say is that some of your guesses are correct and some are not.

How boring would it be if everything the author wrote was guessed by the reader......