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After a slight stalemate for a long time, a thin figure walked in, asking slightly while looking at the surrounding environment.

This is a little girl of little age, small and small, very thin, and her skin is relatively rough, but she is better than being white, if you look at it carefully, it gives people a well-behaved and lovely appearance.

However, perhaps because of long-term malnutrition, she had some difficulty carrying the bamboo basket, and some fine sweat broke out on her forehead, and she wiped it with her hands slightly, and she stood in the aisle of the hut, calming her slightly heavy breathing.

Seeing that no one showed up after screaming for so long, the little girl realized that there should be no one in the house, and she did not plan to continue screaming.

Put the bamboo basket on the ground, and by the way, tidy up the things inside, it is a fruit similar to the shape of a sweet potato, the size of a fist, each one has been cleaned cleanly, about eight or nine of them are placed in the shape of most of the bamboo basket, the little girl pursed her lips and looked at it, revealing a trace of reluctance.

Through the thatched curtain, Kill Shengren looked at her quietly, not understanding what the little girl was from, let alone why she was here.

But a thought that suddenly appeared in his mind made him look stunned.

The little girl is an ordinary person, the kind that has no power to restrain chickens, there is no Taoism, and her clothes are also tattered and cracked, and it seems that she will not be the owner of this thatched house.

She stood quietly in the aisle, looking a little reserved, and when she caught a glimpse of the piles of animal fur in the room, a hint of envy flashed in her eyes, but this emotion was quickly restrained by her, trying not to look there.

However, at this time, there seemed to be something more eye-catching that attracted her, she sniffed slightly, and sniffed a little intoxicated, she should have smelled something, she swallowed her saliva, and her steps moved in that direction a little disobediently.

That's the direction of the lobby, and there are not only grilled pieces of meat, but also minced meat in clay pots, exuding a charming aroma.

The little girl walked to the edge of the lobby, and saw that there was no one in the room under the transparent thatched curtain, and looked quiet, and finally blinked a little, and noticed the fat food on the table.

It could be seen that she was a little hungry, maybe a little hungry, but the constant swallowing action did not keep her going, but the soles of her feet seemed to have nails, and she stopped there abruptly.

After hesitating slightly, Kill Shengren looked at her and pursed her lips tightly, then resolutely turned around and went back the way she came.

When she came to the aisle, she bent down to pick up the bamboo basket, held it her chest, and walked out of the thatched hut step by step.

Killing Shengren stood a little amused, but in the next moment, an angry roar sounded from outside the thatched hut, mixed with the little girl's response.

With a slight frown, Kill Shengren lifted the curtain and walked to a room near the outside.

Casually broke a crack in the house, and through the thatch of the wooden planks, I suddenly saw some scenes outside the house.

There were more than a dozen people standing in the courtyard, both men and women, old and young, especially the two in the lead, who were burly and powerful, all of them were more than two meters tall.

The little girl stood in front of the two of them, and explained something with some difficulty.

She held the bamboo basket and looked into the room, and the unfamiliar words in her mouth could not hide her anxious emotions.

Killing Shengren looked at her, as if he understood that she was in trouble, but when his eyes fell on the two leading men, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

In essence, these two men have already stepped into the door of cultivation, although the way is rough and the path is a little biased, but this simple and rough way of cultivation still brings a strong body to the two of them. But compared to it, those people behind him are much inferior, not only have yellow faces and thin muscles, but even some are blinded and listless.

Killing Shengren guessed that there should be a relatively scattered settlement nearby, and these two burly men might be the leaders of this gathering place.

Just as he was thinking like this, the man in the lead seemed to be unwilling to listen to what she was saying, and his palm, the size of a fan, slapped it violently, not only knocking the bamboo basket aside, but even the little girl took a few steps back and sat on the ground with a stagger.

Her eyes were filled with tears, but she bit her lip tightly, trying not to cry herself.

Turning around and grabbing the bamboo basket, she carefully picked up the sweet potato-like food and placed it on the bamboo basket one by one.

But at the sight of her, the man beside him seemed to be even more irritable, and he strode to the eaves of the thatched hut, and from the pile of materials for weaving the dustpan, he pulled out a slender rattan, crossed a short distance in two or three steps, waved his arms violently, and whipped the rattan like a whip.

The tough rattan was drawn on the little girl's back, and the already tattered clothes were even more crimson.

The little girl trembled, still biting her lip tightly, and scarlet blood slipped from the corner of her lips and splashed onto the bamboo basket in her arms.

She hugged the bamboo basket tightly and stared at it, but on her unusually pale cheeks, she looked a little stubborn.

Seeing this, the man seemed to be even more angry, but the man on the side grabbed him, then frowned hesitantly, and whispered something to him.

The man was slightly stunned, glanced at the little girl with a little hesitation, finally put down the rattan, stood there and said a few words coldly, and didn't care whether the little girl heard it or not, turned around and returned to the thatched house, the two people walked straight into the lobby, and after a while, there was a sound of food chewing in the lobby.

The people outside the thatched hut looked at each other, and some hesitated slightly, but they walked up to the little girl and tried to pull her up.

But the little girl was obviously not very appreciative, and sat there for a while, gritting her teeth, trying to get herself to her feet.

The wound behind her was hot and painful, because of sweating, it was not much different from sprinkling salt on the wound, she struggled to carry the bamboo basket, and did not care about the appearance of others, and left straight from the yard, walking on the winding mountain path.

Slightly hidden, Kill Shengren glanced at her, and quietly followed her, the little girl was unconscious, walking with slightly heavy steps, and every step was extremely difficult.

However, in this kind of environment around her, she obviously won't go far, a little girl who has no Taoism, just those poisonous snakes and beasts in the mountains and forests, may kill her at any time.

After half a pillar of incense, the little girl returned to a grass hut by a small stream.

Compared to the thatched hut she saw before, this thatched hut was naturally very small, but it was obvious that she was the only one who lived there, otherwise she would not be as quiet as she was now when she came back at this time.

After a little stay in the house, the little girl came out again, holding a rough piece of pottery in both hands, and she came to the brook and began to fill it with some water.

When she got back to the yard, the little girl got some dirt and poured some of the stream into it, stirring it with both hands, as if she were doing something.

Standing outside the courtyard and looking at it for a while, Kill Shengren found that she should have built a stove, but the details of this stove were different from what he had seen, not only the appearance of a triangle, but even after searching around, he didn't find any chimneys.

However, the little girl did not care about this, and after simply making a small stove, she wiped her cheeks, so that her little face, which had been thrown with many mud spots, became even darker.

As if seeing that there was still a lot of soft mud left, the little girl stood there and looked at it for a while, then squatted down slightly, and began to fabricate some small things, which could easily see some outlines of xenomorphic creatures, some flower-like things, and some square, brick-like clay plates.

She seemed to be naturally interested in these things, and after pinching a pile of things, she put each piece of work together neatly and left it to dry in the sun.

After doing all this, she yawned slightly, and then walked into the grass hut without her head, and fell asleep on the wooden bed, even the reddened mark behind her became ignored.

Listening to the rhythmic breathing, Kill Shengren slowly walked out into the courtyard, glancing over the gadgets before landing on a clay tray.

Because there was a word on the clay tray, which was very rough and blurred under the imprint of the branches.

Killing Shengren recognized it for a while, and then saw it a little more clearly.

It was a text with many strokes, and if you counted it carefully, there were as many as thirty-three strokes, but this kind of text happened to be known to him, probably a text similar to "spring", because a long time ago, this kind of writing has been called the divine script, and according to legend, it is a text handed down from the ancient divine court, and it has always been seen in the codex of a certain great being.

In a thatched hut in a wilderness place, there lived a young girl, who spoke a language she had never heard before, and could write those ancient divine scripts that had not been circulated much, no matter how you looked at it, it was a slightly strange thing, especially from the spatial turbulence to this kind of place, he had always had an unreal mood.

Standing silently in the courtyard, the sun gradually set, killing Shengren squinted, and his vision became darker and darker.

It wasn't until the night came, that there was suddenly some movement in the thatched hut, and a moment later, the little girl who had woken up from sleep carried a bamboo basket on her back and walked into the mountain forest shrouded in darkness under the bright moonlight.

It is hard to imagine that a little girl who has no power to tie a chicken dares to go deep into the mountains and forests at night, and if she encounters any poisonous snakes and beasts, she will most likely be eaten as food.

Frowning slightly, Kill Shengren followed her, he really wanted to see what this little girl was going to do in the mountains and forests at such a late hour.

It was only after entering the mountains and forests that the little girl took out a firewood knife from the bamboo basket, and then cut some dead branches that were not too thick into several sections and arranged them, and finally piled them up under the trunk.

The rough forging of the wood knife is not sharp, but the blade has long been dull, and she has been cutting wood with a lot of force, and the little girl has long been tired and out of breath.

It took nearly an hour for her to bundle two bundles of dry firewood, put the bundles aside, and then sat there silently recovering her strength.

After another moment, the little girl's face turned red and she slowly stood up.

Instead of carrying the firewood back, she piled them up and stepped onto the basket and walked farther into the forest.

After a stick of incense, she appeared in front of a stone wall, silently placed the bamboo basket on a smooth rock, and began to clean the grass in front of the stone wall.

It was evident that this movement was very skillful, and it must have been because of more than one time that I had come here, and on one side of the stone wall was a lot of withered yellow hay, and at this time a swarm of buzzing mosquitoes was wafting on it, making an annoying noise in the dark night.

However, fortunately, there was not much grass around the stone wall, and after clearing a clearing, the little girl held the arm-long woodcutter hard, and her expression became a little solemn.

She suddenly shouted, and the firewood knife in her hand also waved, and her thin body danced, and she actually practiced her knife skills on the mountain behind her.

Hidden in the darkness, Killer was slightly stunned, and then couldn't help but laugh.

This little girl's knife skills are nondescript, I don't know where I learned it secretly, but her age is too young, and her body is too weak, a set of knife skills is wielded, and there are obviously some funny ingredients in it.

However, the little girl practiced very seriously, and after performing it in a good way, she looked up at the stone wall, then scratched her head, and continued to cast.

There seemed to be something carved on the stone wall, which was obviously the source of the little girl's knife technique, and she practiced it again slightly, and she had begun to gasp for breath, and even her body was soaked with sweat, clinging to her thin body.

Sitting silently in the rock, she closed her eyes and rested for a while, shook her head with some chagrin, she put the wood knife into the bamboo basket, and then turned and walked towards the place where the firewood was placed.

A moment later, there was a rustling sound of the wind blowing in the mountain forest.

Coming to the stone wall with great interest, Kill Shengren really saw the mark on the stone wall, but the knife patterns engraved on it were obviously different from the little girl's practice.

He guessed that this little girl should have never been exposed to cultivation, so she couldn't understand the sword technique engraved on the stone wall in her own way.

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but laugh, but when he looked at the things on the rock wall carefully, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but gasp......

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