Sui Xiong's patience is good, or rather, after crossing into this strange world, his wanderings in the vast sea and his cultivation in the ice trench have allowed him to hone his patience. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

So he lived next to that strange clearing for five days and observed it for five days.

In the past five days, he has barely moved, just carefully observed.

Through observation, he summed up the pattern of magic changes in this forest - in fact, it is very simple, the weakest at noon, the strongest at midnight, and the cycle continues.

In addition, he finally understood why the forest was full of plants and not enough animals and insects - every night, the strong magic would kill many animals and insects, and their remains would slowly seep into the earth, perhaps those black skeletons were actually condensed from these remains.

The strong magic of the middle of the night had no effect on Sui Xiong. His body had already condensed the ice magic that had almost reached the limit, and the concentration of the magic power was so high that it was even to the point where his body was constantly dissipating his magic power. These magical powers are produced by him on a daily basis, and because they can no longer be condensed and preserved, they have to be emitted outside his body.

The concentration of these magic powers alone was already comparable to the dense fog of magic that filled the woods at night, and only the black fog that was obviously much thicker than the black clearing would be thicker than the magic power he emitted.

He also noticed that the black skeletons seemed to be full of resentment towards all creatures outside of plants, and whenever an insect or animal approached at night, they would frantically swarm up, punching, kicking, grabbing and biting, and they had to die. But they turned a blind eye to Sui Xiong, who was close at hand, as if he didn't exist.

Maybe...... This is because the body he used was actually "dead" at all......

After observing for several days in a row, Sui Xiong felt that he had collected a lot of information, and finally chose to dig up the black clearing at noon in a strong sun.

The situation did not surprise him, and he didn't dig much before he saw a lot of dark black bones.

Not complete skeletons, but various fragmentary bones.

"It seems that the skeletons were improvised during the night. Sui Xiong looked at the bones that were fading in the sunlight, slowly turning from dark black to light gray, and nodded secretly.

He didn't touch the bones, he didn't bury the holes he had dug up, and he waited until the next night.

As he reckoned, that night, although the magic in the woods was still condensed in the clearing, the faded bones did not turn into skeletons, but only shook and shook all night.

The next day, it was another sunny day, and the bones faded further under the rays of the sun, and by night they were even a little weaker than the sound of their vibrations.

So Sui Xiong almost completely understood, stopped observing, and left.

He walked alone in the black forest, day and night, and saw black clearings that would give birth to skeletons along the way.

He had also tried to attack the black skeletons, and found them to be so weak that they could wipe out the entire clearing with a single sweep of his tentacles, without even using magic.

"That's a good thing. After destroying a group of black skeletons again, Sui Xiong smiled and said to himself, "It seems that this world is not very dangerous." ”

After another five or six days of walking, he finally saw the long-awaited crowd.

It was a small village, built on a huge clearing lot.

The clearing was clearly cut down by hand, and there are many tree stumps around it. Many of the tree stumps are still fresh, and some villagers are working hard to cut down the Black Forest to make a living space.

The village is small, and the small wooden houses form a circle, which is obviously much taller around the center, and there is a circle of wells around it, and on the roof of the stone house stands a strange statue, a horizontal short sword, and a vertical eye to form the shape of a cross.

That strange statue made Sui Xiong vaguely feel uncomfortable, not dangerous, but pure disgust. It's like Indians have seen fried steaks, Saudis have seen pork chop rice, gourmets have seen dark cuisine, and small animal protection has seen live shrimp eaten raw...... It's really hateful, I don't like it!

Aside from the statues that he hated, the village actually looked quite normal. The village is surrounded by wooden fences, which are so big and high that they are almost like walls. The house is built a little simply, and then there are plenty of materials, and you can see that it is very sturdy at first glance. It's just that the villagers who come and go are dressed a little shabby, and obviously their lives are not rich.

There is only one exit in the entire village, which is guarded by a tall, strong, bald man. Although the man was not wearing armor, he was carrying a large axe that looked heavy, and it looked like he was not bad. He vigilantly patrolled the surroundings, not leaving his post for a single step, and he could see that he was a very responsible person.

Patches of farmland surround the village, and the farmland is planted with a kind of vine that Sui Xiong does not recognize, the vine has no flowers and no fruits, only a piece of gray-green leaves, and if you look closely, you will find that there are some golden veins on the leaves, reflecting the sunlight, exuding a slight golden light.

There are also farmers working in the fields, mainly women and children, whose work is very strange, neither loosening the soil and fertilizing nor weeding and catching insects, but carrying large and small wooden buckets on their backs or on their shoulders, and from time to time scooping a little water from the wooden barrels with a small spoon and carefully sprinkling them on the leaves of the vines.

The spoon was pitifully small, and it would take about a dozen spoonfuls to take a sip for an ordinary person. It can be seen that they use the water in the barrels very much, and often have to watch carefully for a while before watering the vines.

The origin of these waters is quite extraordinary, and it needs to be obtained through special rituals.

The ritual goes like this: every ten days or so, in the evening, several young girls in black robes gather in front of the main entrance of the stone house and recite incantations around a large pot. There was a wooden stand on top of the pot, and a live chicken hung upside down on the wooden stand, and chanted a mantra until the moon rose, and they cut the neck of the unfortunate chicken, so that the chicken's blood flowed into the pot and mixed with the original pot of water. Then continue to chant the mantra until the moon rises and the sky rises, and then the pot is moved into the stone house.

Sui Xiong had tried more than once to see what they were going to do next, but his soul sense could not invade the stone house, as if it was blocked by a tough animal skin, so he had to give up.

All he knew was that the next day, the villagers would fetch a bucket of well water when the moon rose, put it in the moonlight for the night, and send it to the stone house before sunrise. I don't know what kind of processing it will go through, but on the third day, I can go to the stone house and get the water that is used to water the vines.

Sui Xiong guessed that there must be figures such as a medicine man or a magician living in the stone house, and he instructed the little girls to cast spells on the well water, giving them special powers in order to promote the growth of vines.

Of course, perhaps the master who lived in the stone house was actually a reclusive chef who had mastered the essence of cooking that had been passed down for thousands of years, and could stew a pot of chicken blood soup with an indescribable taste, and even the vines would be moved by it.

Sui Xiong felt that in this magical world, anything was possible.

Well, if you have the chance, you must try what this chicken blood soup tastes like!

In addition to the special water used to water the vines, the villagers also draw water from the wells for daily use. Sui Xiong noticed that there was a small river not far from the village, but no one ever used the river water to use it, and everyone used well water for food.

Perhaps, it had something to do with the chaotic and muddy magic that was ubiquitous in the woods. Because according to his observations, the closer he got to the village, the more the chaotic and turbid magic in the woods would weaken, but the more uncomfortable the aura would become. Perhaps it was this annoying aura that allowed the villagers to resist the pervasive chaos of the Black Forest and avoid damage.

But there was obviously a limit to the effect of the defense, and in the evening, both the lumberjacks and the farmers hurried back to the village and locked the gates. A group of young men armed with hammers or axes came to the huts on either side of the gate and took turns keeping vigil.

And at this time, the aura in the stone house in the center of the village that Sui Xiong hated would be greatly enhanced, enveloping the entire village. The vines in those fields also glowed with a faint golden light, and although it was completely different from the aura, it also repelled the chaotic magic inherent in the Black Forest. The two complement each other to protect this small village.

Sui Xiong hid in the depths of the woods more than ten miles away, relying on his soul sense to watch the situation in the village from afar. He found that the villagers' main job was to raise chickens, in addition to logging and farming, but they did not eat chickens, which were merely sacrifices.

He had also studied those vines, and the strange thing was that those vines could obviously echo the aura that made him hate, but when he touched these vines with his soul sense, he didn't feel any repulsion, it seemed to be just ordinary vines.

There is obviously something mysterious in this, but unfortunately they can't communicate with each other because of the language barrier, so he has to hide the doubts in his heart, and plans to wait for each other to have a friendship before asking about it.

Sui Xiong did not rush to contact the villagers, and kept observing from a distance. He observed for a long time, and determined that the life of the villagers was rather boring, and that there was little entertainment or pastime to be seen. Every day except for logging is farming, and there is no fun in life.

These people from another world seem to be having a hard time!

Day after day, they repeat simple tasks and never rest. is like a group of hard-working ants, working hard to manage their own small territory, without the slightest slack.

Sui Xiong silently observed them, waiting for the right opportunity to make contact.

He didn't want to come into contact with these people rashly, because he didn't know the language of these people and couldn't communicate at all, and second, his appearance was too terrifying, and he was afraid that he would scare these people half to death when he appeared, and maybe they would rush up and fight him to the death.

He doesn't know much about the customs of this world, but he compares his heart to his heart, facing a big monster that doesn't understand the language, as long as it's a normal person, he will give priority to running away or fighting, and his nerves are so thick that he wants to communicate with the big monster in a friendly way, either the protagonist full of love and courage in fairy tales, or the "can't die" in funny animations.

Anyway, the people in this village don't look like that.

After a while, the vines in the fields became thicker and thicker, and the golden veins on the leaves became more and more obvious, and the villagers often smiled when they looked at them, probably foreseeing the joy of a good harvest.

But strangely, they also often showed a look of worry and uneasiness, which surprised Sui Xiong.

After some time, they stopped even cutting wood, and under the bald head of the gatekeeper, all the young men and women, men and women, began combat training together, training in the use of axes and hammers. There are also many people who are busy making shields out of wood, as if they are going to fight.

Sui Xiong watched them curiously, not understanding where their fears were coming from, or who exactly they were going to war with.

But he was secretly happy in his heart - looking at the appearance of these villagers, it was obvious that the upcoming battle would be dangerous. At that time, as long as he appears as an ally, he will not be regarded as an enemy, if not welcomed.

This is the opportunity he has been waiting for for a long time!