The scorching air in the cave was accompanied by an extremely unpleasant smell of burning, which made me feel breathless, and the fire in the fireplace was very strong, and the murals in the cave were particularly dazzling in the glow of the fire.

I gritted my back molars and pushed away the balls that were still staring at the mural in front of me, and at my feet, the pale face of the fish ball fainted on the ground again, and the forehead that had been hit last night was still swollen, and her sunken eyes, scattered and curved hair were sticky on the blood-stained face, which looked a little hideous.

I tentatively touched her snort, and to be honest, I was really afraid that the bear child would suddenly open her eyes and bite my finger until it broke, but, anyway, she didn't do it, but actually fainted.

I calculated the amount of blood needed to spend this cave mural, if all this was her handwriting, then there was no need to ask, this child did not need my hands, he would have died of blood, but touching her neck carotid artery, but still beating vigorously, there was no lack of blood.

Her hands were covered with black and red blood, and there was no good place for her arms, mouth, and face, but strangely, I couldn't find any bleeding spots on her body, and these blood stains seemed to come out of thin air, unless, these were not human blood, but the dead evil spirits outside the cave.

The question was quickly answered, and as I picked up the fainting child and prepared to put her back on the stone bed, the corners of her tattered clothes were wet and waterlogged against my arm, not just one, but the ends of many of the rags on her body, all dipped in almost equal amounts of blood.

Raven Blood!

I hurriedly ran out of the cave, and sure enough, the corpses of the evil spirits that had died on the ground were now nowhere to be found, and what remained in place were a few dumb birds with blank eyes as if they had lost their souls.

The corpses must have been reduced to ashes in my fireplace by now, and the scorching stench of the hole was proof of that, and the smell was so smoky that I didn't even have the courage to close the fence door at the entrance of the cave.

I checked the flue several times, and nothing unusual happened, thankfully, this amount of burning, fortunately, there was a lot of space left when the flue was made in the first place, otherwise, the carbon monoxide in this hole alone could have killed them.

Looking up at those murals, to be honest, I can't appreciate their "art", because I don't seem to understand what she's painting, the lines are crooked, and the composition is completely illogical, I only see that there is a big eye that is carved in the center of the wall, and around that eye, there are a lot of chaotic lines, three lines form a small individual, if I guess correctly, these small individuals, should refer to these evil spirit crows, but these murals only account for less than one-third of the total, forgive me for being stupid, Everything else depends entirely on understanding, and I haven't had that since I was in elementary school.

The little cat seemed to sense the breath of her friend, scratching harder in the jar, I looked at the evil spirit crows outside the door, as the saying goes, lice are more not itchy and debts are more than worry, it is not more, so I casually let it out of the jar, who knows, the little guy just hit the ground on all fours, and ran to the stone bed with a twist, but it was too small, and it did not have the ability to jump, and in the end, Dandan became its savior, helping it to return to the fish ball.

Frankly, I did have murderous thoughts in my heart, and even though she was still a child, it was hard to tolerate the fact that she was affecting my life, and even my life, especially after my countless warnings had failed.

I sat on the floor, sulking in the fire, leaving her behind, banishing her, or simply ending her, which made me a little torn.

The flames in the fireplace were not sparks with a thud, the feathers of the crows had long since burned to soot, and I had not even found their corpses, the charcoal fire was so strong that I had enough wood for a week.

Especially in the middle of the fire, perhaps because the temperature is too high, the center of the charcoal fire is no longer that red, but exudes a golden yellow feeling.

I rubbed my sour eyes that were roasted by the charcoal fire, and the tears naturally secreted from my eyes blurred my eyes instantly, closed my eyes for a long time, and looked at the center of the fireplace again.

It suddenly occurred to me that I had thrown the black-brown stones that Yumaru had brought back for me on this adventure, and I had thrown them in the corner of the hole, and I hadn't looked at them since she and Huya had returned.

I can imagine how Yumaru was disheartened when we went out just now, after waking up, she threw these stones that she desperately found into the stove, she must be very sad, maybe, in her eyes now, I am an ungrateful and murderous villain, or a Chen Shimei who has always abandoned and played with her "feelings", in such a child's worldview, she can't understand why I killed her "friends", nor can she understand the "beloved" stones she worked so hard to find for me, I ignored them.

But now, the ores I once suspected were lying in the fireplace, and, for some reason, the stones that I had not been able to refine the last time no matter how much I fired them were burned red this time, and my mind suddenly remembered whether it was because the temperature of the charcoal fire was higher than that of ordinary wood. Especially in a semi-enclosed space like a fireplace?

I tried hard to use a few pieces of clay pot fragments to pull out the several pieces of ore that had been burned red, they were still solid, indicating that the temperature of the charcoal fire still did not reach the level of liquefiing them, but even this red solid state was enough for me to forcibly change their shape by hammering, at least, this is what I saw in those costume TV series, one by one the shirtless hardcover men turned out with hammers and smashed red iron blocks, and then put them into the water to cool down with a "bang", commonly known as striking iron.

Although I'm not sure if this ore is "iron", in my concept, no matter what kind of mineral it is, should the basic forging method be the same?

Unfortunately, I still couldn't get the crimson pieces of ore out of the fireplace, and despite all the attempts I had made, I still couldn't stand the heat of the skin baking, it hurt so much that my forearm was so red from the fire that I had to put my forearm into the cold water of the earthen pot to feel a little happy.

It seems that the curiosity about this mineral can only be answered by waiting until this charcoal fire is completely burned out.

I turned my head to look at the fish balls that were still lying still, an inexplicable good feeling occupied the high ground in my heart, she was very simple, so pure, not mixed with a little impurity, just now, I was still thinking about whether the punishment for her was banishment or elimination, but now, I hope she can recover as soon as possible, so that she can see what the stones she picked up will create.