It's just that a new problem has come out again, the Ghost Forest is a terrifying legend, people have heard a lot, and they have seen some strange ghosts, but they have never found a demon such as a skeleton.

The people of the village were more and more alarmed, and last night there was a dog that had been bitten to death by something, and it was the fiercest hunting dog of the Emir of Orion.

When Ringer learned about this, he thought to himself, in the future, should the emir be respectful to himself, his dog is different from the priest's dog, that is his glory.

Ringer wandered around the streets of the village, returned home, and came to the edge of the deep cave.

Strangely, the deep hole disappeared, leaving only a small dirt pit, could it be that hell has collapsed?

Ringer shook his head.

As the sun rose and the temperature slowly rose, Ringer felt like a hibernating frog coming back to life in the spring.

Last night, in addition to being scared enough, I was also freezing to death.

Fear can be overcome, but winter is coming, and that's not fun. It seems that in addition to the quilt, he must have a new set of thick cotton clothes, the hateful Virgin, who has not prepared any new cotton clothes for him all these years, the old cotton clothes are already in tatters, and he is embarrassed to wear them, which will be laughed at, anyway, he is still a handsome young man, this, whether he crosses or not, Ringer always thinks so.

Cotton clothes, quilts, that all need money, need rubles (Russian currency)

Thinking, thinking, stomach growling, that was a sign of extreme hunger.

When the villagers learned that Ringer had eaten the priest's dog, they raised their vigilance, and all the small dogs were locked at home and not allowed to leave, so Ringer dispelled the idea of killing the dog to satisfy his hunger.

The wind was blowing, and there was nothing in the field for Ringer to dig.

The family's granary had long been empty, and all the winter grain was sold to the market by Vergin in exchange for rubles to pay off gambling debts.

Famine, Ringer used these two words to describe his current situation.

He stayed at home for a while, he really couldn't stand it, he went out of the house, he needed to fill his stomach with breakfast, Ringin didn't return all night, Ringer was not worried at all, he was a gambler who had nothing to do with him, to Welgin, Ringer honestly, he had done his duty, and it didn't matter to him whether he could go back or not.

As he walked down the street, he was salivating at the smell of all kinds of food wafting from the wooden houses along the street, even the smell of baked potatoes.

Alas, God, what is the difference between me and a beggar?

Before he knew it, Ringer came to a house whose owner called Love.

Love, who was sitting at the door of his house eating black bread, saw Ringer coming, and like the other villagers, got up and went into the house, and slammed the door shut, as if he had seen a robber.

This is understandable, Ringer once did something unserious to his eldest daughter, which damaged his eldest daughter's reputation, and he has not married until now, as for how Ringer made Love's eldest daughter's reputation ruined, Ringer didn't know, it was a good thing that Rasputin did, and he hadn't crossed over yet, so it didn't count.

With no one paying attention to him and no food to be found, Ringer grew irritable.

I can't go on like this, or I'll go hunting in the Dark Forest, he thought.

Hunting requires bows and arrows, shotguns, hunting dogs, and experience in hunting, and Ringer has nothing, so forget it, Ringer quickly dismissed this idea.

Walking, walking, the church came into his eyes.

Why did you go back to the lesson plan?

Looking at the church during the day, it is imposing, with pointed roofs and gray facades, like God's villas, and Mohan is right, his design is indeed quite good.

Ringer had a flash of inspiration in his head, and by the way, there was not only wine in Muhan's cellar, but also potatoes, corn, and so on.

Thinking of this, he patted his head and scolded himself for being a pig.

Last night I rescued Father Mohan and ate a little food from him, and the priest would not be to blame, that's all.

Ringer came to the church and opened the door, he knew that the door was not locked at all, and that he had closed the door last night.

He walked into the kitchen and was happy, and there was not only food in the kitchen, but also beef jerky, pork, and game.....

The priest was seriously injured, and in less than ten days and half a month, he thought about coming back, these things must have broken down when they were placed here, and I was cleaning the kitchen for the priest, which was a good deed.

Ringer was at ease, whistling at his hearty breakfast.

Wine, cheese, meat..... In good conscience, he had never enjoyed such a good breakfast since he had crossed over, and Ringer was quite content, full of food and drink, and had not slept much last night, so he ran into the priest's bedroom.

The priest's bed was big and wide, and the quilt was thick and soft, and I couldn't imagine that the priest would enjoy life so well.

Ringer took off his shoes, covered himself with a quilt, slept with his clothes, and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.