This sleep was dim, I was dreaming all the time, struggling in sleep.

I don't know how many days and nights I slept, but when I opened my eyes again, it was an afternoon.

The headache was about to crack, as if someone had hit it hard, especially like the feeling of waking up in the wasteland after the last death.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I felt the endless hunger in my stomach, and it was about to drive me crazy.

I tried to sit up, but as soon as I looked up, the sky spun around again.

My heart was beating violently, and I felt like a patient who had just recovered from a serious illness.

I had to lie down again, breathing in my breath, trying to suppress the hunger that was about to drive me crazy, and to keep some sanity in thinking about my next steps.

I reached out and touched my body, and to no surprise, my Soul Binding Vine and Ghost Suppression Treasure Lock were both touched by the rooster's song.

I cursed myself for being useless, and if I had broken my finger in the first place and smeared blood on the golden lock, I might have beaten the rooster.

The effect of this soul-binding vine makes me regret even more, it can only deal with any animal, large or small, that is, it can't directly deal with people or ghosts.

I remember that before leaving, Ji Ming said that I would bury all the monster meat we had worked so hard to get into the dirt pit, and that if I wanted to eat, I had to find it myself.

But the wasteland is so big, where can I go to find food? In my current state, let alone dealing with animals such as big bears and birds, even if I encounter a, I can deal with it.

In addition to the lost treasures, the captured grandfather and others, there is one more thing that worries me the most.

That's the little murderer, I heard it fly out before I fell asleep because it bit the eye of the rooster's crow, and I don't know if it's dead or alive.

I want to see people alive and corpses when I die, and I must find it.

After lying down for a while, my heart gradually calmed down, and I was about to get up to look for the little murderer, but I saw a black bird hovering in the sky.

I really wanted to come to something, flying above my head, it was really a.

The moment I saw this bird, I remembered my good brother Liang Sancheng, who should be serving his sentence in the Knife and Saw Prison at this moment, and he once said that although these are not particularly powerful, they are extremely good at sneaking up on people, and every blow is taken advantage of people's unpreparedness.

I touched a few rocks from the ground, but I didn't have all my strength at the moment, and I wasn't sure if I would be able to kill the bird.

I had to lie down and pretend to be dead if I wanted to lure the bird down, so I stacked the stones at my hand, lay down steadily, pretended to close my eyes, and left a small slit, keeping an eye on the blackbird above my head.

The was very cautious, and it flew round and round, and I counted it very clearly, until at the seventh turn, when it could not hold back and flew down towards me.

My heart was in my throat, and now that I was in a weak state, I had never been so nervous.

Unexpectedly, I was so nervous, my body shook slightly, and I was seen by the, and it stopped in mid-air and continued to hover back and forth.

I tightened my body and stopped moving, until after a few more minutes, it finally let its guard down, flew lower and lower, and finally suddenly accelerated down less than ten meters away from me.

Through the hazy light in the slit of my eye, I could see that it was aimed at my left eye.

It came at the right time!

I pinched the stone and didn't dare to move, and when it came to it, I got up suddenly, put both hands out together, and both stones fell into it.

The first piece hit it in the mouth, and with a click, I could hear its beak snapped.

Unfortunately, the second stone grazed its head, and the chirped, and was so frightened that it flapped its wings and was about to flee to the sky.

At this time, how could I give up this delicious taste, I quickly got up, grabbed the's wing, and swung my right fist into its head.

Unexpectedly, the skull of this falcon-sized was so hard that despite all my strength, it was still less than one-tenth of my usual strength.

After a few struggles, the escaped from my grasp, and its tail was broken by me.

The, which had lost its tail, shook its body a few times, and finally stumbled to its feet, its body shaky in midair.

I hurriedly stood up, trying to catch up, but the sudden rise almost made me faint, I tried to hold back the dizziness, took a few steps to catch up, and reached for the bird above my head.

Unfortunately, the fingertips only reached the feathers of the, and they almost caught it.

Seeing the pecking eyes flying higher and higher, I could only shake my head regretfully, and the delicious food in my hand flew away like this, which was really unwilling at all.

"Chirp!"

Suddenly, I heard a familiar cry in the air, it was the little murderer, it was still alive, great!

I saw the little murderer's weak body fly up from the forest in an instant, its speed was too fast, and it caught up with the at once, pierced the's body with its beak, and instantly got into it.

The screamed, and its body fell straight to the ground like an unbalanced airplane.

Great, I hurried over and pulled the's body around, and the little murderer poked his head out of it.

I took it out with pity, and saw that he was covered in blood, and I didn't know if it was the blood of a, or my own blood from the rooster's crow.

The little murderer rubbed my neck affectionately, and I noticed that its body was shaking rapidly.

If you look closely, its wings have been broken, and the scar is not the one that it suffered after it crashed into the body of the just now, but it should have been injured by the rooster's song.

I was distressed again, and wanted to train it again, but in order to let me eat food, it didn't care about itself, and forced itself to fly up and hit the.

Fortunately, it was born a divine beast, although this injury is serious, but not fatal, now that she is back to me, as long as I take care of it with my heart, I will be able to heal sooner or later.

I tore some rags from my clothes, carefully wrapped around its little body, thought about it, and then tore open the's body through the gap, and held the little murderer in front of the big bird's chest.

From the wound I could roughly tell that I had been asleep for at least three days, and during those three days, it had wounds on its body, and it must have been starving.

Sure enough, the little murderer buried his head in the blood accumulated in the chest cavity of the big bird, and drank it all in one go.

I swallowed again and again, and by this time I was so hungry that I immediately reached behind my waist.

Touching the empty pocket, I realized that the treasure lock had already reached the hands of the rooster.

This is terrible, without the treasure lock, you can't make a fire, you can only eat raw meat.