When the bowl spirit woke up, he found himself lying on the bed, with a slight temperature on his body, and a futon covering him.

It was clearly a mortal room, with a lot of fishing gear and hunters' bows and arrows in the corner. There was no one in the room, and the furnishings were very simple, except for a wooden wardrobe, and the only thing that could barely be seen was an old mirror.

The bowl spirit struggled to sit up and look at herself through the mirror.

It was a scarred face, barely recognizable, but clean and apparently wiped out. The wound on the face looked like it had been left many years ago, and the scab was very hard.

With a loud sound, a woman walked in with a bowl of fresh soup in her hand. This is a standard peasant woman, dressed plainly, with wind and dust written on her face.

The woman was stunned at first when she saw the bowl spirit wake up, and then slowly walked to the side of the bed and put the fresh soup at the head of the bed.

"Child, you're awake. ”

"Auntie, you are ......"

"My man's surname is Zhe, you can call me Auntie, my mother's surname is Yan, and others also call me Yan. ”

"Aunt Zhe, where is this?"

"This is Nantou Village. ”

Wan Ling searched his memories carefully, but he had never heard the name of Nantou Village.

"Child, where is your home? When Uncle Zhe comes back, I'll ask him to send you home. ”

"I ......" the bowl spirit fell into thinking again, but I don't know what's going on, every time I think about something, my head will sting a little.

"Don't worry, you're recovering from a serious illness, and you're not in a hurry to go home, come, drink this bowl of fish soup first." ”

Aunt Zhe said and handed over the fish soup. The bowl spirit reached out to take it, but his arm was unusually sore, and he almost threw the fish soup on the ground.

Aunt Zhe hurriedly grabbed the arm of the bowl spirit and said softly: "I'll come." ”

Aunt Zhe took back the fish soup and began to feed the bowl spirit and drink it one by one. Looking at the serious appearance of the woman in front of her, a trace of warmth flowed through the bowl spirit's heart.

After the fish soup was finally fed, the lady put down the bowl, wiped the corners of the bowl spirit's mouth with a slightly cleaner coarse cloth, and covered the futon for the bowl spirit, and then said: "I'm in the outhouse, something called me." ”

After the lady finished speaking, she walked out of the room with an empty fish bowl.

In the following three days, the eldest lady fed the bowl spirit three meals a day, even if the bowl spirit's arms had recovered, she still insisted.

By the fifth day, the bowl spirit's legs had also recovered a lot, and he was able to walk except for the lack of strength.

On the evening of the fifth day, after feeding the bowl spirit, Aunt Zhe suddenly took out a book.

"Son, where did you get this book?"

Wan Ling looked at it and said honestly: "On the ground of the side room." ”

Aunt Zhe thought about it and didn't say anything.

Early in the morning of the sixth day, Aunt Zhe began to work non-stop in the outer room. When the bowl spirit came out to see, he found that Aunt Zhe had made a lot of fish food this time, which was enough for the two of them for three days.

The bowl spirit was full of curiosity, but didn't ask more. When Aunt Zhe saw the bowl spirit, she asked, "Child, will you make a fire yourself?"

"I think so......" Bowl Spirit thought for a moment.

"That's good, the eldest lady has something to go out for a few days, if you don't come back in time, you can eat this fish food hot by yourself. ”

"Hmm. Wan Ling nodded, and could see that Aunt Zhe had something on her mind.

After Aunt Zhe cleaned up, she explained a few words to the bowl spirit and left.

Wan Ling sent Lady Zhe to the gate and found that she was walking towards the mountain behind the village, and her steps were a little hurried. A bad premonition rose in Wan Ling's heart, but it was not too convenient for him to act at the moment, so he could only wait here.

On the night of the seventh day, Aunt Zhe still did not come back, and the bad premonition in Wan Ling's heart became stronger and stronger, and he hardly slept this night.

Early in the morning of the eighth day, before dawn, the bowl spirit got up. At this time, there was not much fish food left, so the bowl spirit fished out all the rest, wrapped it in a dry cloth, found a set of uncle's clothes from the closet and put it on his body, tore off a black cloth to cover his face, picked up the dagger and hurried out of the house.

At this moment, the villagers have not yet risen, and there is almost no one in the village. After the occasional encounters saw the bowl spirit's outfit, they all hurriedly avoided it.

Due to his limited physical strength, the bowl spirit did not move forward at full speed, but slowly moved along the route that Ori Da Niang might choose.

When I entered the mountains and forests, I realized that the mountains here were too complicated and there was no way to find them, and when I was thinking about whether to go back and continue to wait, I suddenly found that I seemed to be able to sense the smell of the lady who folded, and the route I unintentionally chose was to follow the smell.

The bowl spirit was a little inexplicable, but since he had a goal, of course he wouldn't miss it, so he went all the way.

When it was close to noon, the physical strength of the bowl spirit decreased a little, and he sat on a large stone to rest, and took out fish food to replenish his strength. The smell of the old lady has become stronger and stronger, which makes the bowl spirit feel a lot more relieved.

After recovering his physical strength, the bowl spirit continued on his way. By evening, the bowl spirit had crossed three mountains in succession, and was one step closer to the smell.

As he approached the mountainside of the fourth mountain, the decline in physical strength made the bowl spirit's senses a little sluggish, and the increasingly dense aura had little effect, although it tapped into his absolute potential.

The bowl spirit had just sat down to rest, when he suddenly noticed that there were already many wild beasts in the vicinity, and the low chirps that came from time to time seemed to warn him not to approach.

The bowl spirit held the dagger in his hand, and was equally vigilant, and after confirming that the beasts had no intention of attacking him, he hurriedly got up and left.

At this moment, the bowl spirit was almost dragging his legs to walk, and inadvertently looked down, and found that the clothes and pants on his body had been torn in many places, and the exposed skin was smooth and white, and the long-term jungle shuttle did not leave any traces on it, only some particle-sized black moles.

Wan Ling looked down and found that these black moles were the shriveled shells of some insects, which had fallen off from his skin one after another.

The bowl spirit was a little confused, and just straightened up, suddenly a strong wind came from the side, and a black behemoth rushed straight over.

The bowl spirit didn't have time to react, so he instinctively raised his arms to parry, and then his entire body was thrown down. The bowl spirit was dizzy, and before he could react, he felt a tingling itch in his neck, followed by a terrible scream.

The bowl spirit felt a stream of heat flow into his neck, and then swam towards his entire body, and it didn't take long for most of the fatigue on his body to recover.

The bowl spirit removed the behemoth on his body and found that its weight was not as heavy as he had imagined, and only then did he notice that at this moment, the beast was left with a complete animal skin and a few skeletons.

The bowl spirit sat in place and was stunned for a long time without coming back to his senses, not sure what had just happened, and couldn't help but look up at the sky, but unfortunately it was dark at the moment, and he couldn't see any scenes.

"Could it be that I was saved by the immortals?"

The bowl spirit didn't know why, got up and continued to march towards the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain is the place where the atmosphere of the lady is the strongest, but unfortunately the bowl spirit did not find her. In the gap between a few pieces of rubble, the bowl spirit saw something familiar.

It was an ancient book that kept rummaging with the wind.