A few small henchmen ran over and chased a couple of red-skinned monsters behind them.

These monsters wield clubs and scimitars, emitting piercing 'Lakanichu'.

The Demon of Perdition.

"Alert! Throw carefully! Li Ping raised his sword and crouched slightly, but Flavi didn't give him a chance to perform.

Flavi quickly opened his bow and fired three arrows in succession, knocking two red-skinned monsters to the ground.

The Devils are the embodiment of selfishness and cunning, and when they see that there is nothing cheap to buy, they immediately scatter.

Li Ping strode forward and caught up with the two sinking demons who were hit by arrows.

Looking at the familiar donkey-faced sheep-horned monster, he held the steel inscription sword with both hands and stabbed it hard.

The Fallen Demon gripped the blades with all his might before dying, but could not change their end.

Before Li Ping walked away, a few small followers pounced on him and cleaned up the Sinking Demon.

Walking forward, in the center of the village, you will see a well.

"Ho, ho......"

There was a ho-ho roar from the grass hut beside the road, sounding like an old man with an inflamed trachea.

But everyone's nerves immediately tensed, and they held their weapons and guarded in different directions.

There were struggles in the surrounding small grass huts, as well as in the floating dirt beside the road.

A strong sense of realism came over that made Li Ping forget all sorts of things, and his mind was now pure, and his heart was pounding, almost coming out of his throat.

Just when Li Ping couldn't help but want to go up and find out, the monster on the ground staggered up.

Everyone took a breath of cool air, it was a face covered in dust and a little swollen and distorted.

The Walking Dead, or the Zombies.

When the zombie saw Li Ping and others, he immediately stretched out his hands and rushed over with the steps of a zombie.

Li Ping was reluctant to swing his sword to slash this kind of monster, and the steel inscription in his hand was also a sword.

And his mentality has not actually adjusted - for warriors, sharp swords are used to cut monsters, but Li Ping is reluctant to use them.

However, Li Ping's composure gave the little follower courage.

Brandishing clubs and scimitars, these skinny skeleton-like boys rushed forward and used their agility to knock the zombies to the ground one by one, chopping off limbs and heads.

After solving these monsters, the little followers immediately dispersed, and they went into various small grass huts to rummage through the things they were interested in, and Li Ping couldn't stop them if he wanted to.

Liping and Flavi looked at each other and shook their heads to drink water.

The well is shallow, probably connected to an underground river, and can reach the surface of the water if you reach out.

The well is surrounded by large blocks of mica rock, which are also carved with patterns and patterns.

These mica rock revetments have been neglected for some years, and the patterns on them have been blurred, but it can still be seen that this well once had a high status in the eyes of users.

Reaching out and holding the well water, the well water is clear and clean, and the well is clean. Li Ping sniffed it with his nose, but he didn't smell anything fishy, and then sipped it with the tip of his tongue, and the well water was sweet.

After two sips, Li Ping stood up, and Flavi immediately knelt down, and she took a big gulp of the well water.

For people who have not experienced long journeys, it is difficult to understand the role of water from a well.

Li Ping felt that his tired body was rapidly regaining its sharpness, and after a few moments, it was rejuvenated.

"No wonder so many people are obsessed with off-roading." It's a wonderful taste that you can't experience no matter how many games you play.

Liping sat by the well, and Flavi leaned against him without any image.

The skeletal henchmen returned one after another, placing the loot they had collected in front of Li Ping.

Clothes, cloth belts, hats, rudimentary scimitars, daggers, coins.

Li Ping glanced at it, it was not as good as his own use, and waved his hand, letting the little skeletons divide the matter.

The little skeletons immediately let out a cheer.

"There's an old man in the tree over there!" The tallest skeleton came over to report.

Li Ping didn't care much, but Flavi suggested going over and having a look.

"Wouldn't it be interesting to be able to survive among a bunch of monsters?" Flavi said.

When he saw the old man on the tree, Li Ping's eyes were slightly condensed, this old man was interesting.

The old man was dressed in a blue linen robe, with a long thick hemp rope tied around his waist, and half of the top of his head was shaved bare.

In "Seven Freedoms", in order to do some medieval tasks, Li Ping consulted medieval religious materials.

In the Middle Ages, there was only one type of person who was dressed in this way - monks in monasteries.

It seems that the larger the area of the shaved head, the higher the grade. Lower-ranking monks can shave a quarter, only half after being promoted to priesthood, and dean-level monks can shave all the hair above their ears.

Is this really - to be bald at the top of the door as beauty?

But Li Ping's focus is not here, what he cares about is why a priest-level monk appears in the tree?

Putting the old man down, the little skeletons patted him on the head curiously.

The old man was dying, but Li Ping didn't have love, "Strip off his clothes and see if he is a monster!" ”

The little skeletons quickly stripped the old man of his clothes, and Flavi cursed and turned away.

The old man's body was inspected, intact, with no strange scars and marks, and his skin was a little loose except for his body and hair.

"Dress him and get him some water to drink." Li Ping thought for a moment, "You will divide into two groups to guard him, and if you want to sleep, tie him back to the tree." ”

Towards the end of the evening, Li Ping checked the working condition of the chip, and there was still a long way to go before he was sure of his deck.

He put the deck aside and taught the skeletons how to make fires.

Look for dried furry grass, or cork or bark fibers, and then use mica rock to knock each other to knock sparks onto the furry grass, which has a chance to ignite the furry grass.

In addition, there are also several techniques of chiseling wood for fire, and there are several techniques for chiseling wood, which can be rubbed directly with both hands, or you can make a soft workman, wrap the wooden stick around the bowstring, hold the wooden stick with one hand, and drag the bowstring back and forth with the other.

Of course, if you're a white rich and beautiful person with a lot of mirrors, or a rich and handsome person with a crystal ball, and the sun in the sky is good, things are even simpler - use a mirror or a crystal ball to gather sunlight and put the grass in the middle.

Li Ping's erudition and strong knowledge amazed the little skeletons, and they looked at Li Ping's eyes with the brilliance of worship.

But when you actually start a fire, the atmosphere becomes very oppressive...... Knocking on the fire, Lord Liping did not succeed, but the little skeletons succeeded. Chiseled wood to make fire, Lord Liping's hands were sore, and Sister Flavi succeeded.

Putting the fire together, Flavi focused on maintaining her hunting bow, and the little skeletons had something to do and went first.

"My lord, the old man is awake." The little skeletons came to report.

"Bring him here." Li Ping commanded.

The little skeletons poked the old man with sticks like domestic animals, scolded him, and brought him over.

Li Ping kept looking at the old man, and the old man was very helpless, and wanted to explain to the little skeletons along the way, he wanted to show that he was human.

But in the end, he had to speed up his pace and come to Li Ping.

Li Ping was about to speak, when the little skeleton pounced on him and kicked the old man behind his knees.

The old man fell to his knees.