The bowl spirit carried the old man's body and finally returned to the bush where the old lady was buried. The excessive physical exertion made the bowl spirit a little unsteady on his feet, and in the last few steps, the bowl spirit almost dragged the corpse over.

After recovering for a while, the bowl spirit regained its strength, but boundless hunger followed.

The last time the bowl spirit ate was here, and now it's been three days. Wan Ling really didn't have the strength to continue to bury this old man, who might be Uncle Zhe, and sighed as he looked at the corpse and grave in front of him.

Just when he was at a loss, the bowl spirit suddenly remembered that there were two wild wolf corpses not far away, and although they had been dead for a few days, they must still have a lot of flesh and skin on them to eat.

Thinking of this, the bowl spirit seemed to have some strength again, put the old man's body in front of the grave of the old lady, and hurriedly ran out.

The corpse of the wild wolf was no different from the bowl spirit when he first saw it, and they both clenched the stump leg in their mouths, and this stump was most likely the one of the eldest lady.

The bowl spirit didn't dare to look at the location of the stump leg, and after taking a deep breath, he used the dagger to cut off the hind leg of one of the wild wolves. After removing the surface fur, the tender white flesh inside is revealed.

The potential that the bowl spirit had just stimulated was exhausted again, and he didn't have the strength to make a fire to roast meat, but fortunately, in a state of extreme hunger, the bowl spirit's sense of smell seemed to have deteriorated a little, and he couldn't distinguish the taste of the wolf's leg.

The bowl spirit was ruthless, closed his eyes and nibbled towards the wolf's leg.

The wolf meat is very rough in the mouth, but for the bowl spirit at this moment, it is tantamount to the top delicacy, and in almost a moment, one wolf leg is gnawed to the bottom.

The bowl spirit lay on the ground, burping incessantly, feeling a warm current lingering in his abdomen. Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep, and he was so tired.

I don't know how long it took, but the bowl spirit was awakened by a fishy wind. Opening his blurry eyes, the bowl spirit suddenly felt that the scene in front of him seemed to have changed somewhat.

The surrounding shrubs, of varying heights, though in general unchanged, seemed to be constantly moving, expanding or contracting, making their surface outlines unrealistic, but as he concentrated his eyes, the vague outlines gradually became clear.

The bowl spirit didn't know why, but he felt that his body had recovered a lot, so he was ready to bury the old man's body together. But when it looked at the two wolf corpses beside it, it felt that the position of the wolf's head looked a little strange.

The bowl spirit looked around, and there was no sign of anyone coming, so he had the courage to pick up one of the wolves' heads.

The shape of the wolf's head is somewhat flattened, as if it has been repeatedly hit in the head by a sledgehammer. When the bowl spirit saw the location of the wolf's beak, it felt a little strange.

The wolf's mouth does have a leg in his mouth, and there are a lot of partially torn trouser cloths on this leg, which is owned by the Folding Lady, but this leg does not look like the Folding Lady's.

This leg should be much thicker than the leg of the old lady, especially in the part of the wolf's mouth, which is raised high, holding the wolf's mouth wide open, it doesn't feel like a wolf is eating the leg meat, but like it is being stuffed into the mouth.

The bowl spirit looked down the stump to the head of the other wolf, and the situation was exactly the same as this one, as if two wild wolves had been skewered by a long leg.

"What's going on?"

The bowl spirit didn't know why, and carefully used his hand to break the wolf's mouth. The part where the wolf's mouth and long legs came into contact suddenly made a "bang" sound, and then it fell off. The part that came out of it had Sen Sen's blood overflowing, and many of it splashed onto the bowl spirit's body.

The bowl spirit was so frightened that he threw the wolf corpse far away, looking at his blood-stained hands in a daze.

The wolf's mouth and long legs have clearly fused into one, and the blood spilling from the connected parts even has a certain temperature, like a living thing.

The bowl spirit searched for everything he knew, and even took out the ancient book to study, but unfortunately found nothing.

After a while, the bowl spirit came out of the confusion, gave up the useless conjecture, got up and walked to the grave of the eldest lady.

After three more kowtows in front of the grave, the bowl spirit was ready to bury the old man's body. But when he opened the hide, he unexpectedly found that a small part of the old man's body inside had become extremely soft, not at all like a dead man.

The bowl spirit groped on the old man's body for a long time, and then found that the soft parts of the corpse were the parts of the body next to his body when he carried the corpse, and at this moment the bowl spirit confirmed that all this was related to himself.

"But what about the long legs and the wolf's head? Could it be that Aunt Zhe has been in contact with me and has this kind of body-softening property? And then it has been transmitted to the wild wolf? But why do they become one? Why do I have this property?"

Wan Ling was puzzled, and even wanted to open the tomb of the eldest lady to take a look, but finally gave up this plan.

The bowl spirit buried the old man next to the grave of the eldest lady, knelt in front of the grave and muttered to himself.

"Aunt Zhe, rest in peace, if I can find the Rong'er you mentioned, I will take him to your grave to see you. If you can't find it...... Then I am your Rong'er. Your husband's family name is folded, and your family's surname is true, and the folded word is an oath, so I will swear my surname in the future. In the future, if you have a bright future, I will definitely find you a decent place to live, I promise!"

After that, Wan Ling did not leave the bush, and always kept filial piety in front of the old man's grave, and stayed for seven days.

In the past seven days, Wan Ling has thought a lot, but unfortunately it is just a guess. From the beast that sneaks up on him to turn into an animal skin, to the wolf mouth and long legs fuse, everything has to do with his body, and the bowl spirit believes that his life experience must not be simple.

The two wolf corpses had been devoured, and the bowl spirit knew it was time to leave. After taking stock of his belongings, all he had was a dagger, an ancient book, and an animal skin.

After bowing to the two old men, the bowl spirit took a deep breath, put on the animal skin and turned around and walked into the mountain forest. As soon as the bowl spirit walked away, the bush ushered in a continuous rain, watering away the backlog of resentful spirits in the forest and restoring its former vitality.

The mountains in the distance were undulating, and the bowl spirit didn't know how many mountains he had climbed, but there was still no end in sight. In order to prevent the attack of wild beasts, the bowl spirit wrapped the animal skin all over the body, even covering the head and face, and never left the body, in addition to being able to keep out the cold, this animal skin can also prevent mosquito bites, so that he can have a peaceful sleep, which is considered to be the best use.

Wan Ling hurried away, while looking at the ancient book, unfortunately there are many words that I don't recognize, the illustrations in it can be seen that this is a book similar to martial arts cheats, but unfortunately no one to guide, he really can't practice.

On this day, the bowl spirit was walking through the jungle when there was a sudden anomaly under his feet. Wan Ling hurriedly retreated, but unfortunately it was still a step too late.

With a loud bang, the ground under his feet suddenly collapsed, and the bowl spirit fell weightlessly into the deep pit under his feet. It was pitch black, with only a faint reflection of light from the rock walls on both sides, which continued to pass upwards.

Ten breaths later, the bowl spirit's body was still falling, but his vision had slowly adapted to the light in the pit, but what caught his eye was the dense golden blades at the bottom of the pit.

"I'm X, I'm dead!"