With the help of Zou Cang, Jing Chong finally cleaned up the garbage-like dormitory in the shortest possible time.

Looking at the small garbage pile piled up in the corner of the mountain, the two of them wiped their sweat very excitedly.

However, because of such a short time together, Jing Chong suddenly felt that the people of the ninth shed and the tenth team were not as embarrassed as they imagined.

At the very basic, this Zou Cang is still a person who can be friended.

Of course, even so, he still couldn't take the initiative to show favor like others, and after being speechless to each other, Zou Cang could only drop the broom in his hand, and turned around and walked towards the gate of the village alone, not knowing what to do.

The dormitory was completely new, and there was no moldy smell, so Jing Chong chose to lie down on the bed near Nie Haiyuan, slowly closed his eyes, and quietly thought about his experience in the past few days.

At the same time, he is also making some plans for the future little by little.

Today is the first day to enter the Blood Knife Village, although he was dragged by Nie Haiyuan and tried his best to stay in the Patrol Village, but he can know from the mouth of the captain Qiao Shan who met at the mountain gate before that things are not so simple.

If you want to successfully enter and become a member of the Blood Knife Village, you must go through the many tests of the master of the village before you can obtain recognition and permission, so even if you have now got the clothes of the Blood Knife Village Mountain Patrol Minions, but in the final analysis, you are not a real person from the Blood Knife Village.

As soon as he thought of facing the test of the master of the village next, and the problem of casting the name he was about to face, he had a headache, as for the kind of heroic dry cloud just now, he had already disappeared in this invisibly.

It seems that sometimes, some things are easier said than done!

Just imagine, with Nie Haiyuan's efforts for so many years, he is still just a "white body", and Zou Cang's nine years of suffering are still just a minion.

Of course, whether others are white or not has nothing to do with themselves, but this symbolizes a problem, if you want to make a difference, you must put in several times more effort than ordinary people.

He knows very well that he is now, that is to become a member of the real Blood Knife Village, not only that, but he also has to enter the art hall to learn art, so that he can get an annual quota in the hall.

In the end, I tried to enter the inner village that Nie Haiyuan said was miraculous as soon as possible, and saw the existence of the existence comparable to that of an immortal, although I don't know if there is such an existence.

Bit by bit planning, like a hypnotic agent, with the continuous operation of his brain, but also gradually wake up the fatigue of the whole body, as soon as he closed his eyes, he could feel the constant soreness and sleepiness from the top and bottom of his body.

Yes, this whole day and night, from yesterday's overnight run, to now, even the iron body is tired.

Thinking of the scenes last night, Jing Chong's originally tired spirit shook again, and unconsciously, he recalled the scene when he was sick last night.

I still remember when I was a child, whenever I was sick, I often had a seizure, and it took three to five days to be bedridden before I gradually recovered.

But I don't know what's going on, from rushing out of the second grandfather's house to now entering the Blood Knife Village, such a powerful physical energy consumption, he only slept for a while, and was completely recovered by the inexplicable nightmare.

The whole process is like a dream, and it is unpredictable.

Not to mention the exhaustive running of a hundred miles, the damage to himself when the stubborn malaria broke out was extremely powerful, and often a single damage could kill him.

However, the strong contrast between before and after had to make him suspicious.

The next moment, the electric light flickered in his mind, but finally a familiar scene emerged.

Mountains and rivers, old trees and dense forests, fires swarming, and rising from the prairie until everything starts again, I still remember that it was because of these pictures that I suddenly felt a ray of blue light in my body.

It was under the nourishment of the mysterious blue light that the upper and lower parts of the body were covered by a wet and cool feeling, and after the baptism of the blue light, the originally boiling blood gradually calmed down, so that even the pain around the body was dissipated.

This kind of dreamlike experience, which I don't know if it's true or not, can't help but make him fall into random suspicion again, such a full of suspicion, even he himself is secretly speculating whether there is something wrong with his nerves.

But this feeling can't be stopped, so he can only unconsciously attribute all the strange experiences to one thing.

"It's a scroll of animal skins!"

Thinking of this, Jing Chong turned around as if he had an enlightenment.

Yes, since he was a child, he has spent so many years peacefully, since he experienced the tragic changes in his family, he himself can't feel what is real, what is illusory, especially after getting the beast skin book, this feeling of fiction and reality has become stronger, and now he forcibly allows himself to be in line with the facts, which is why all the spearheads are pointed at the beast skin scroll.

With a thud he sat up from the top of the wooden bed, his heart was so casual that without hesitation, he had already touched one hand in his arms.

It's been a few days, and this heavy animal skin book has been lying in his arms, at first he just regarded it as an antique, so he collected it, but he didn't want to be stopped by it when he was stabbed in the chest by the man in black at Uncle Li's house.

In fact, it can be regarded as his own savior.

And now inexplicably from the pictures in this book to feel what illusory strange energy, in order to be able to completely recognize the difference between reality and illusory, he can't help but pay attention to it.

Slowly took out the one-inch-thick beast skin book, looked left and right for a while, and found that Nie Haiyuan was still sleeping like a pig, Zou Cang had just gone out and didn't come back, and when there was no one around, he boldly threw it in the air.

The still yellowed beast skin book looked inconspicuous, but Jing Chong still flipped it over very carefully, and after some subtle observation, a touch of fanaticism that was difficult to hide appeared in his eyes.

"What a hard bag and skin!"

It was hard to hide the boiling in his heart, and he was even more sure that he had picked up the treasure, and because he was too excited, he hurriedly exclaimed.

But he didn't care too much about his gaffes, after all, he was just one person on the surface now.

A pair of eyes stared at the thick animal skin book, looking up and down for a moment, and a scene that shocked him appeared, which he never dreamed of, the animal skin paper that could not be torn with his mouth did not even leave a white mark under the sharp long knife.

This makes it even more difficult to imagine how powerful this strange animal skin paper scroll is.

A person was silent in thought, looking at it repeatedly, but completely forgetting his previous gaffe.

But the speaker had no intention of listening to it, and especially with such a special cry, how could he not alarm the sleeping man?

At the same time, with the trembling of the wooden bed, a rapid dream sound suddenly came from the huge dormitory.

"Whose bag and skin are hard?"