In the bitterness of the old man, Wen Chuanting stood in front of the fence gate and carefully looked at the house that was about to live in.

The walls of the logs were mottled and jagged, and in some moth-eaten places, countless fine white powders were stolen out, and the straw on the roof was gray and had a moldy smell.

"It's not bad, it's not leaking wind or rain!" asked Chuanting nodded with satisfaction.

"What's your name?"

When the old man was about to leave, he asked softly.

is about to live in someone's village, and they will not have to meet in the future, which I don't know what the other party will call, after all, it is a big trouble.

Although the other party said that he was not very reluctant, no, it should be said that he was very reluctant, and he was very reluctant to ask Chuanting this, in the eyes of the old man, he was a demon clan who lived in his own village, but in the end he agreed, didn't he?!

Since the people endured the dissatisfaction in their hearts and agreed to him to live in the village temporarily, and also arranged a good place to live in a 'kind' way, such a friendship, with the character of asking Chuanting, will always repay Fa'er.

How to repay? In the simplest way, the most direct way, start with knowing the name and surname.

And he did.

Very impolite, very direct inquiry, in the face of an old man, he ignored the honorific title that he was going to bring, only in this way, the old man will think that this is right, otherwise, he will be frightened, carefully speculate for a long time.

"Little old man Qin Sankui!" Old man Qin bowed and saluted, facing the question of Chuanting, even if he was a little cub, he was respectful.

for fear of provoking the other party's dissatisfaction and bringing disaster to his village.

"Well, Old Patriarch Qin!"

"Don't dare, don't dare, just call the little old man Old Man Qin!" Old Man Qin hurriedly bowed down and lowered his head deeply, not daring to peek at it.

For a long time, so long that he couldn't hear any movement, Old Man Qin secretly raised his head, but found that the little old man in front of him was looking up at him, Old Man Qin's liver trembled, and he couldn't help but press his head lower.

"If it's okay, just go back and rest, I don't need anyone to serve here!"

After thinking about it, he asked Chuanting and continued, "I don't need to send any food, I'll solve it myself." ”

Cold sweat rolled down his forehead in an instant, and a picture appeared in his mind, the old man in front of him opened his bloody mouth, stuffed a person into it alive, chewed twice, his mouth was full of blood, and the arms and legs stretched out of his mouth trembled violently in pain, but he still couldn't resist the grinding of the sharp and tough teeth, and was finally swallowed into his stomach.

The picture in his mind rolled, his body trembled, and he wanted to speak, but finally he had no choice but to turn around and leave with sadness and pain.

He had to leave, and the little master in front of him spoke, how could he force him to stay. I hope that this little old man with a monkey guard will not have too much appetite and swallow the whole village into his stomach.

Seeing Old Man Qin trembling away, the desolate back made Wen Chuanting couldn't help but want to speak several times, and finally turned into a helpless sigh.

It's not that he doesn't want to speak, in the case that the other party has already formed a cognition, all explanations will be seen as a cover for not wanting to reveal his identity.

In the perception, except for the naughty boy, everyone's face was the same pale, and their eyes were full of fear, especially the two families who were neighbors who asked Chuanting, who could barely even stand, and they were all limp and slumped on the ground.

I can't wait to shout now, "I'm a vegetarian!"

Unfortunately, he was sure that he was a carnivore, and if he didn't eat meat for a long time, his body would be uncomfortable, so he didn't shout out.

Saying one thing, doing another, and leaving an impression on the whole village, will be terrifying and indelible, and people will be more convinced that this little old man is here to taste the taste of human flesh.

In the future, even if it is found that he is not like this, no one will excuse him, but will think that this old man is very good at pretending and very patient, he is waiting, waiting to fatten a person like a pig, and then devour.

It's a matter of mentality, a very common problem.

Except for the ignorant naughty boy, everyone in life thinks this way.

For a long time after that, no one dared to approach the hut where Wen Chuanting was, and even if the children chased by, the adults would run quickly with fear on their faces, pull the children away, hide away, and then ping-pong and beat them up. Every night, every household locks all the doors and windows tightly, for fear that at night, their little man, who rarely goes out, will suddenly break in and wipe off an old snack.

As the patriarch, Old Man Qin rarely appeared near the hut where Wen Chuanting lived, and whenever he appeared, he was far away, peeking with a gaze of intense fear. With malicious speculation in his mind, he, the little master, was grinding tools in the house and preparing a grand blood feast that would devour the whole village.

Ask Chuanting what he is doing, is it really as they thought, sharpening their knives and preparing for a feast?

In the small hut, the light shining through the cracks in the walls mottled the whole hut brightly, and in each light, there were countless fine particles floating and swimming.

And Wen Chuanting, sitting upright in these lights, facing the only small window that could not be opened, the long sword on his lap was placed horizontally, and his hands were gently pressed on the long sword, and the true yuan flowed out of his hands, washing and flowing wantonly on the sword.

The face with his eyes closed was calm and peaceful, not at all as hideous and bloody as outsiders imagined.

From the moment he was cut off the cliff to the moment he entered this peaceful village, all the things he experienced and every battle scene he faced were meticulously broken down and summarized by him, and he summarized and recorded all the useful information in his heart.

These are treasures, experiences, and the foundation for future promotion.

Fighting, experienced, not summarized, these will disappear with the loss of time in the huge memory group, one day will be completely forgotten, only take advantage of the present free, time, and comfortable environment, all the experience is summarized, kept in mind, transformed into the instinct of fighting, this is their own, and it is permanent.

Only in this way, after transformation and absorption, the ignorance in the previous battle is clear and clear, and the mistakes made are extracted, and the targeted selection and memory and tempering will not be made in the same situation in the future.

The master has made a move, every second counts, not every time you will be lucky to escape, maybe next time, in the face of a strong opponent, a small mistake, a small negligence, the face will be the end of death.

In his spare time, Wen Chuanting will also go out of the hut, away from the hunting grounds in the village, and find a few large beasts or some fresh fruits to bring back, so as to ensure that he can survive comfortably now.

Sometimes, the monkey would poke his head out of the courtyard, looking at the world that he had never seen before, observing the crowds of people who had fled away with fear, and had never seen so many two-legged creatures, which made it feel very new.