Chapter 3: Descendants of the Dementors

Halfway along a rather wide dirt road, one foot of yellow mud and one foot of water stains, halfway through, Wang Huan's trouser legs were already full of mud and water, it was really a "cement road" with water and mud, glanced at the nearby village, and continued to walk towards the misty village on tiptoe.

"Dwarf Ridge Village!"

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, a huge wooden street sign attracted Wang Huan's attention, and he read along the words on it.

Strange, this is obviously not Chinese, but how do I know it?

The language of this world, Wang Huan has no teacher, and he has no teacher of the language of this world, which is strange, thinking about the 'British rat' who has studied for so long back then, he can't learn it, but these alien languages are actually very automatic.

In contrast, Wang Huan dared to use his pure personality to guarantee that it was definitely easier to learn alien languages than to learn English mice.

Don't think about it anymore, when he comes to a new world, the first thing Wang Huan has to solve is the problem of eating, people are iron, rice is steel, and he is not hungry for a meal.

With weak steps, a young man dressed in coarse cloth was slowly walking towards the first village he had ever seen in this world.

On Earth, with Wang Huan's weak body, after walking in the forest for more than an hour, it is estimated that he has already fallen into a coma, but after coming to this world, he found that his body was much stronger. Even if you clench your fists, you feel a little bit of force.

said that it was a village, but when Wang Huan came, he found that this so-called village only had a tavern and dozens of scattered households.

If you want to beg for food in such a small village, Wang Huan's eyes immediately stared towards the tavern. "Okay, I don't want a salary, as long as I have food and lodging, this store won't want such cheap workers, right?"

With this beautiful idea, Wang Huan no longer hesitated and walked towards the tavern.

"Willow Pine Tavern".

Trying to squeeze out a smile, Wang Huan stepped towards the store.

As soon as I entered the tavern, all kinds of noisy sounds were heard one after another. At a cursory glance, there are at least more than ten tables of guests, although there are generally only two or three people at a table, but in such a remote place, there can be so many guests, which is enough to make Luo Hong slightly surprised.

However, seeing so many people, Wang Huan was even more determined, if there were few guests inside, maybe he didn't want to be paid, and others wouldn't want him, but with many guests, everything would be easy to do.

"Boss, do you need to recruit people here?" walked to the counter, Wang Huan asked casually.

Inside the counter, there was a young man who was about fifteen or sixteen years old and slightly chubby, at this moment, he raised his head, glanced at Wang Huan, and said, "You want to be a junior?"

"Hmm!"

"Two silver coins a month, including food and shelter. The chubby young man saw that Wang Huan's limbs were sound and his appearance did not affect his business, so he said directly.

"Good!" ......

In the afternoon of the same day, after Wang Huan had eaten some simple things, he officially started his first job in this world, and it was also his first job since he was a child-shopkeeper.

Hanging a rag around the neck is nothing more than asking the guests what they want to eat, and then serving wine and food, remember to collect money, collect dishes and chopsticks, and wipe the table. These are not much of a deal for the clever Wang Huan.

Soon, half a day was spent in this busyness, and with the fact that he had walked so far in the morning, he was a little out of breath with his current physique.

"Well, Brother Huan did such a good job on the first day, not bad. "After sending off the last group of guests, 'Han Song' walked over, patted Wang Huan's shoulder and smiled.

After getting along for half a day, Wang Huan also learned from the small talk that this Liusong Tavern is the property left by Hansong and his sister Hanliu's parents, and after their parents passed away, these two sisters and brothers have been dependent on this tavern for many years.

Han Liu's health has not been good recently, and he is also a person who married out of Lu, and Han Song is not good and always troubles his sister to come over to help, but he is a little tired and panicked, and Wang Huan's arrival is just what he wants.

Seeing that the other party praised himself, Wang Huan smiled slightly and said, "The boss is polite, this is as it should be." ”

After the two had dinner, Han Song handed over a back door key to Wang Huan, pointed to the backyard and said, "I won't clean up the house for you, you can sleep wherever you want when you go in." ”

As far as the eye can see, there is a hut in the backyard, separated from the restaurant, and some poultry are fed inside.

"You don't live here?" Wang Huan asked softly, joking, the other party had only known him for a long time, so he handed over a courtyard to him, and it was absolutely impossible to change it to the earth. However, Wang Huan didn't know that in this continent, this kind of rural land was not worth a lot of money at all, otherwise he wouldn't have asked like this.

"My brother-in-law has been hunting with a group of teammates these days, and I don't feel at ease when my sister is home alone, anyway, there is nothing valuable in this backyard. Han Song smiled and turned to leave.

Looking at the slightly chubby, younger back than himself, Wang Huan shrugged his shoulders and walked towards his new nest.

In the backyard, the environment here is a little worse, perhaps because of the free-range poultry that defecates in the open. Although he has this kind of thought, Wang Huan has never complained, he is safe when he comes, and now he has nothing, and it is already a blessing that someone takes him in.

Wang Huan is also a child from the countryside, and he only entered the city with his studies, so some housework is not difficult for him.

The room was simply cleaned up, there were two rooms in this room, the one on the left was simply placed with a bed made of wooden boards, and a table was placed next to it, the table was already a little moldy, obviously no one lived in it for a long time, and the one on the right was only one bookshelf, there were not many books on the shelf, simply counting, only twenty or thirty books, but they were scattered, but there was some cultural atmosphere.

"Hmm!" he stretched, nodding in satisfaction, even though the environment was a little harsh. Excitedly, he ran to the bed and sat cross-legged.

With his right hand, he touched it into his arms without hesitation, and he slowly took out a yellow silk cloth booklet.

On the first day of this coming, he was busy with the matter of survival, no matter how hard and tired he was, as long as he could get away in the future, and now the basic survival problem was solved, then, of course, it was about strength. He couldn't forget the sight of the three men ignoring him in the woods in the morning.

From their mouths, Wang Huan clearly knew that this was a world of cultivating spiritual power, and only powerful monks would be admired, although he was a little lazy, but this was a major matter related to his fate, and he did not dare to slack off.

""The Soul Canon", preface: Wang Huan, the third generation of the dementor lineage, the third generation of the soul dementor, the soul of the soul, the transmission of the first vein, the void wheel into the body, the creation of the heaven and the earth, the spirit of the common people, the prosperity of the capable people, the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, the beginning of all things, the first Yang ancestor, the Yin ancestor, the void, the collection of all things, the creation of the world's Qiankun......" sprinkled hundreds of words, Wang Huan was dizzy.

It is precisely because the preface is a mess of things, so Wang Huan is a person who never reads the preface, because of this, he automatically skipped this profound text in the morning, but now that he has time, he plans to cultivate seriously, of course, he must read every sentence of this "Soul Canon", otherwise, wouldn't it be too child's play. Although he couldn't understand a lot of eight-strand texts in the back, the first few sentences still shocked him, this book can still recognize people, there is actually his own name on it, damn it, God book?

After being stunned for a moment, Wang Huan couldn't help but say: "Day, this book actually has my name written on it, and besides, the soul is in the same vein?"

Slowly, Wang Huan recovered from the shock and began to look down. This "Soul Canon" is very different from the soul dementorship he heard on the earth, which talks about people having three souls and seven spirits, the soul is the main life, and the soul is the main disease. It's a very mysterious thing, but this "Soul Canon" is about how to cultivate your soul, so as to obtain a powerful power, soul master. A new term appeared in Wang Huan's mind.

From a brief introduction, it is known that a soul master is a kind of person who has obtained a vast number of supernatural powers by cultivating the strength of the soul. And "The Soul Canon" is the secret book of the soul lineage, the soul of the soul lineage, the one pulse of the soul, and the one closely connected with the soul lineage is the Taixu Chakra.

By the way, the Void Wheel, the old god stick said that the Void Wheel is in my body, so where is the Void Wheel now?