The primeval forest at night, dark and deep, completely devoid of daylight, so vibrant, the wind gently blows the low bushes, making a rustling sound, so that people in the forest, feel very uneasy, always feel that the terrible beast, is hiding in the bushes, ready to jump out at any time, to give the camper a fatal blow.

In this dark and dangerous forest, there is a small bonfire, which exudes reassuring warmth and a faint firelight, so that the people around the bonfire feel a lot more at ease.

The old man and his granddaughter, as well as Huey, were gathered around the campfire, roasting the fire, and although the forest was not like a desert, the temperature of the day and night was still a little cold.

For Xiuy, this temperature difference didn't matter at all, he was an undead, and unless the temperature was high enough or low enough to freeze his body, it wouldn't make any difference at all.

But for the old man and his granddaughter, who are still alive, it is a very bad thing.

Although, the two of them had been hunted down for three whole days, but it was all outside the forest, and they did not stop to rest, and in the non-stop running, they did not feel too cold, and now, with the protection of Xiuyi, after calming down, after losing the pursuit of the enemy, they suddenly felt indescribable tiredness and hunger.

After eating the three beginner-level small demonic beasts of unknown species that Xiu Yi had hit, the two of them each used a useless magic in Xiu Yi's eyes, floating on the empty bed, and then lay down, covered their heads, and fell asleep, which made Xiu Yi sigh.

The floating bed is a kind of magic that has been debated since it was created, and it has almost no effect, except to create a comfortable bed that floats in mid-air.

Most civilian mages are poor, and their money can only allow them to learn magic, or do magic experiments, and they don't have extra money to buy a house and the furniture in it, so this magic that can't be more chicken ribs can be a good magic that can make them sleep more comfortably in their eyes.

However, the magic of this chicken rib, for a combat mage like Xiuyi, is not even chicken ribs at all, at most it is chicken bone dregs, at most it is chicken bone dregs, and it is useless garbage.

Xiui sat by the campfire, using the stick in his hand to pluck the dead branches in the bonfire to make the bonfire burn more vigorously, thinking about something.

During dinner in the evening, Huey learned the names of the old man and his granddaughter, Quitley Yede, and his granddaughter, Fila Yede, both beginner mages.

When he learned that both of them were beginner mages, Xiu Yi couldn't help but feel a feeling of being on a thief ship, Phila just forget it, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, it is already great to be a junior mage, but Quitley, what is the matter with you? You are seventy or eighty years old, how can you still be a beginner? I am only twenty-one years younger than you!! When I think that I am summoned by a junior mage who is too wasteful to be wasted, Xiu Yi will sigh non-stop, how can he be unlucky? ?

After a night of silence, the next morning, Huey forged an uneven, not too large pot with one of the masked man's longsword that had chased the two Quitleys, and placed it above the campfire, boiling something in the pot.

Hiding her entire body and head in a magically made quilt to avoid mosquito bites, Fira was awakened by a strange scent.

She poked her little head out of the quilt very cutely, looked at the place where the fragrance came from, and found that Xiu Yi was cooking something, seeing this, she quickly lifted the quilt and got off the floating bed floating in the air.

During the three days of non-stop running, she and Quatley had no time to eat at all, and if it wasn't for the strong survival **, maybe the two of them were already dead, right?

Fila tiptoed behind Huey, wanting to see what good things Huey was cooking, she had only eaten a semi-small monster's barbecue last night, and she was not full at all, and now she was hungry again, and she wanted to eat all the things Huey had cooked now, and not leave it to Quartley who was still asleep.

But when she saw clearly what was being cooked in Xiuyi's pot, there was no more to eat, her face turned blue, and she screamed loudly in horror~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~;

Her screams frightened the birds that roostred the trees of the forest, and for a moment, the sky was obscured and the sound of wings flapping was incessant.

"What's wrong??what's wrong??" was woken up by the sound of Fila screaming and various wings flapping, and he quickly stood up, turned his head frequently, and looked around in great fear.

He thought someone was chasing them again, but soon, he would find that there were no enemies around, just his granddaughter Fira and the fifth-order necromancer Xiu Yi who had been summoned back to the Soul Realm.

I saw Fira's face frightened, pointing to a pot on the bonfire, her body trembling slightly, her face was pale, and she couldn't speak.

Xiu Yi, on the other hand, was quietly by the campfire, fiddling with the contents of the pot with a small wooden stick, not caring about Fira's horror and screaming.

Quetley hurriedly got out of the floating bed, ran to where Huey and Fira were, and looked at the pot on top of the campfire, wanting to see what terrible thing Huey had cooked to scare Fira like this.

He thought it was the corpses of those masked people before, after all, there are many undead in the story, all of whom can eat people, but when he saw the things in Xiuyi's pot clearly, his face turned a little blue.

The contents of the pot were not the fragments of a human corpse as he had imagined, but two palm-sized, fat, bloated, white, wriggling worms or larvae!!

"This is a Caracab, it tastes like a lobster, it has a light salty taste, it is very nutritious, and it is very suitable for you to eat now. Seeing that Quetley and Phila were all up, Huey introduced the contents of the pot to both of them.

Quitley and Phila couldn't help but take a few steps back when they saw that Xiui wanted them to eat the white, big fat bugs that were still wriggling in the pot, and their faces were panicked.

"This is aristocratic food, you won't be able to eat it if you want to eat it in the future!!" Seeing the frightened looks on the faces of the two of them, and taking a few steps back, Xiu Yi knew that the two of them were afraid, and the Karakabu worm, who was still squirming and struggling in the pot, immediately said to them.

Seeing this, the grandfather and grandson hurriedly shook their heads, signaling that they didn't want to eat this terrible bug.

After confirming that the two of them had killed and not eaten the Caracab worms, Xiu Yi sighed, then stood up, took the pot containing the Karakhab worms from the campfire, picked up a twig in his hand, extinguished the bonfire, and dug through the dirt beneath the campfire, revealing two roasts wrapped in large leaves.