By the time the sun had completely set, the group of five had turned into a pile of white bones, with fine pieces of flesh and blood remaining on them. Hundreds of armored ants ate these five people alive. The well-fed beetle ants will also carry a piece of flesh towards the anthill.

Xuanyuan Qingyu found a few grasses nearby, pounded them into a pulp with a knife, and then smeared them on his body. He cautiously approached the bones of the five people, and the tentacles of the armored ants trembled, and they avoided it from a distance.

He was covered with stinky camphor grass, and many insects and ants hated the smell. The sacks of the five people were all put away, some of them had been bitten through, but the contents were still intact.

Those who could use them were all put into their own sacks, and those that were not needed were thrown away. By the time it was over, it was completely dark. The moor at night was far more dangerous than during the day, and he found a tree to settle down.

There are not many trees in the wasteland, mostly shrubs and grasses. The tree had a crooked neck, and its roots were bare, without a single piece of skin, and it was obvious that there were often demonic beasts who came to visit. There are also few leaves on the tree, so I can't hide myself. But staying in the trees can avoid the harassment of many little monsters.

The oblique moon is like a hook, and the starlight is like a curtain.

The evening breeze blows, and the grass is low.

The quiet wasteland is always filled with the sound of fighting, not the fight between humans and monsters, but the hunting of monsters and monsters. Looking into the distance, you can occasionally see one or two bonfires, and the figure of people is faint.

He leaned on the tree with his arms crossed, not daring to push too hard, for fear that the branch would break. Looking at the distant starry sky and feeling your two life stars, it seems to see them blinking and beckoning.

The wisps of starlight turned into Yuan Li, flowed in the body, and finally merged into the dantian. And there, there is always some hidden pain, not in the body, but in the heart, because there was something there, but now it is gone, empty.

Suddenly, he felt a heat in his chest, and a faint light pierced through his shirt and pointed at the sky. This ray of light is very weak, so weak that only he can see it.

In the dark, he felt that the sun never set mountain range had a call, calling him, and the peace in his heart suddenly disappeared, replaced by a sense of impatience.

His gaze kept looking in the direction of the sunset, and a strong curiosity was buried in his heart.

But he was too tired, or for some other reason, anyway, he slept. When I woke up, the sun was struggling to rise from the eastern mountain, and at the foot of the sun, I could still see the seven star flags of the emperor and the moon fluttering on the Nanxiong City.

Jumping off the tree, stretching out, first finding a place with water to wash, and then going to the place where the beetle ants are infested. Armored ants are of little value, but if you can find an anthill, you may find an antbead.

The range of beetle ants is very large, but their nests are fixed, and they are buried deep in the ground, with a large number of worker ants as guards, and a queen ant is a professional breeding tool, constantly laying eggs.

It took more than an hour to finally find the ant-clad ant again, he painted the stinky camphor grass again, searched in the direction of the ant colony, and found an anthill under a dead tree more than ten miles away. The mouth of the anthill is one meter square, and if no one goes in and out next to the beetle, the hole has been polished to the ground.

Xuanyuan Qingyu pursed his lips and smiled, and went to chop wood with a firewood knife. Pile all the wood you cut at the mouth of the anthill and set it on fire with a fire bomb.

The dew on the new wood cut in the morning has not dried. The flames were not large, and the smoke was billowing and scattered by the wind, and more smoke went into the cave.

After burning for less than ten minutes, you can hear the panic and painful screams of the armored ants, and they fled from the anthill in a hurry.

It burned for more than an hour before it was extinguished, and half a mile of the vicinity was burned black, and the fire was still spreading to the periphery. He wasn't at all worried about the whole wasteland being set on fire. The water in the wasteland is abundant, and many places are mud swamps, and those plants and trees are not easy to ignite, otherwise, this wasteland will not know how many times a year to be burned.

The armor ants had already fled in a hurry, and there were a lot of ant corpses left on the ashes. Xuanyuan Qingyu wielded a firewood knife as a shovel, desperately digging the anthill underground.

When the anthill was dug up, it was shocked. This is not a simple anthill, but a delicate anthouse. The largest and most central is the queen's dwelling, where in addition to all kinds of food scraps, there is indeed a bead the thickness of a finger.

The beads are gray-black, and they don't match the crystal clear, but they are gray. Yes, this is the ant bead, which is formed by the condensation of the secretions of the queen ant.

Ant beads are of no benefit to warriors, but they are quite practical to magicians. After igniting the ant bead, the aura emitted by it can enhance the senses of the magician, and he can feel the elemental power of heaven and earth more clearly.

In other words, an ant bead can give the magician a half-effect when meditating.

Don't look at the grade of this ant bead is not high, but it is not cheap, not all ant hills have ant beads, less than one in a hundred. Not everyone knows that anthills have something as rare as antbeads.

He didn't plan to sell it, but planned to use it for his own cultivation. Others, like his age, would have a lot of resources. You can take some herbs to accelerate the growth of the body and strengthen the muscles. And he had to rely on everything on his own.

He wasn't going to stay in the wasteland any longer, and after carrying that small group of valuable things, he could exchange them for about a week's worth of food, not counting the ant beads.

When he returned to Laohuai Town at dusk, he found that Laohuai Town was very quiet, and the dim lights shot out from several shops, making the figures in the house long.

Many people saw the teenager return to the town, some curious, some sighing.

A blind bear like a door appeared in front of the young man, with a large shield always on his back, covering his entire back, and with every step he took, he could hear the sound of iron armor grinding against the shield.

"Boy, why did you come to this town?"

"I loved it here. Xuanyuan Qingyu replied very simply, but it made the people of a town very happy.

The blind bear didn't say anything, picked a thumb, and got out of the way. After a few more steps, the Vienna priest appeared with the Genesis and said: "Son, may the Almighty God, the creator of all things, bless you." ”

"I've seen Father Priest. ”

"This place is not suitable for young people, you see, there is not a single minor in the town, you better go back to Nanxiong Pass." ”

"God said that without His will, not a single hair would fall to the ground. Father, I am here, perhaps because of God's arrangement. ”

Father Vienna didn't say much, but watched him go.

He came to the grocery store, where the camel was sitting at a small table with a few plates of fontanelles and a bowl of white rice.

"Uncle, I'm here to sell something. ”

"Who's the uncle? The camel didn't know which tendon was wrong, and scolded with foam.

Xuanyuan Qingyu was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "It's the kid who shouted the wrong thing." Boss, the kid is going to sell something. ”

The camel didn't look at it, popped out four silver coins, and said, "Put things there, get out!"

I haven't been in the town for a long time, but I'm getting more and more interested in these shopkeepers in the town. He was not surprised at all, and the camel could accurately assess the value of the sack without looking at it.

With the money, the top of the fart went to buy rice, oil and meat. When Tu Scar saw him coming, he said with a smile: "Boy, in the future, I will come to help you Uncle Tu every day and give you three copper plates every day." ”

The buns in the town are two copper plates, one and a first-order magic core is worth five copper plates. Xuanyuan Qingyu hesitated for a moment, and wanted to refuse, but when he saw Tu Scar's expectant eyes, he agreed by the ghost.

What he didn't know was that when Xuanyuan Qingyu agreed, a smug look flashed on Tu Scar's face, and he showed it off a few times.

The Viennese priest returned to the church as if nothing had happened, closed the door gently, and lit the candle in front of the God of Creation. The blind bear scolded and went back to the mayor's office, which doubled as his bedroom. But the camel was lying on a rattan chair, not knowing whether he was asleep or thinking about something. There are also people like Li Eater, Bald Donkey, Wang Poshoe, White-faced Dragon and others, all with different expressions.

The first benefit of helping in Tu Scar's house is that you finally have a room to settle in. He moved everything he had left on the corner of the street, but was kicked into the street by Scar.

After a good night's sleep, the first day of work began. Scar is a butcher, and he starts slaughtering pigs early in the morning. Xuanyuan Qingyu helped him boil a pot of water, and Tu Scar drove the pig into the yard, grabbed the pig's head with his thick arms, and stabbed it with a bloodletting knife full of gaps, until the knife was pulled out, and the blood shot out.

Bloodletting, shaving, disembowelment. The movement of the slaughterer is very skillful, a triangular butcher knife in his hand, waving back and forth, and a live pig becomes a piece of meat on the desk. There are loins, there are five flowers, there are lower chambers, there are ribs, there are backbones, there are barrel bones..... Hung up bits and pieces.

When Tu Scar went back to the house for breakfast, he was still looking at the pork on the desk in a daze. The knife that slaughtered the scar just now was too fast, too sharp, and the whole movement was like a cloud of water, without any stagnation.

Tu Scarzi's breakfast was very simple, a bowl of porridge and a plate of salted vegetables, and he was eating it all over the place.

"I'm going to learn the knife from you. ”