Ershun's body was cold, and he had been dead for many days, but I saw that his eyes were wide open, and he was extremely unwilling to die.

There was a wound on his neck that cut his throat, and it was roughly certain that it should have been cut open by the time of the Emperor with his sharp axe.

I sat down on the ground and cursed the rooster crow.

What a cruel method, Ershun is just an insignificant little role in the postman's house, and the chicken song wants to catch my grandfather, just because Ershun has always loved his grandfather, in the postman's house, he only obeys his grandfather's orders, not the chicken song or any big guy postman, so he was killed by them in such a cruel way.

I dug up his body thoroughly, wiped the dirt off his face, dug a little pit in the woods, put on broken leaves and the like, buried him in it again, covered his body with leaves, preferably filled with earth, and set up a wooden strip in front of the grave.

It's a pity that I don't know what his surname is, I only know that his name is Ershun, and after thinking about it, I used a bird bone to engrave a line of words on the wooden strip: The tomb of Ershun, the postman of Yinsi.

When I was done, I was about to faint from hunger, so I hurried back to the pit and continued digging.

My stomach was empty, my hands were shaking uncontrollably when I was digging, and if I didn't eat, my body would return to its original state, but it would become weaker.

After digging for a long time, I finally saw a piece of meat, and I immediately pulled out a piece and was about to wipe off the thick layer of dirt on it, but I saw that there was a lot of red blood on the meat.

I remember when we cut the pieces of flesh from the monster, the blood of the monster was all gone, and the flesh was white, but how could this piece of meat be so red?

I dug some dirt and saw that all the pieces of meat were dark red.

I was stunned for a moment, but immediately understood that it must be that Ji Ming and Yan Shi must have cut Ershun's throat in order to prevent me from digging up meat to eat, and poured all his blood on this slowly pit of meat.

Doesn't this mean that if I really want to eat the flesh of the water monster, I will even eat Ershun's blood into my stomach, Ershun died miserably here, how can I bear to swallow his blood after his death.

But if I didn't eat the monster meat, I would have starved to death sooner or later, and I didn't even have much time to think, and if I really didn't eat it, I would have to leave here to find new food.

Finally, I glanced at Ershun, who was buried by me, and made my decision.

I quickly wiped the dirt off a piece of meat, took it to my mouth and took a big bite.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Ershun, I can't stop eating meat, don't worry, your blood enters my stomach today, and I will definitely seek justice for you tomorrow!"

After I took a few bites of meat, I suppressed the hunger in my stomach a little, and then dug out dozens of pieces of water monster meat from the pit in a row, and watched all the pieces of meat without exception being sprinkled with Ershun's blood, the more I looked at it, the more angry I became, and I raised my hand and slapped it heavily on a piece of meat.

I heard a loud bang, and a puff of black smoke came out of the meat under my palm, and I smelled a trace of burnt dry smell in my nose.

What's going on? Is my palm on fire?

I raised my hand and looked at my palm, and I didn't see anything unusual, but how did I just do that?

I suddenly remembered the gold bead that the three-legged silver crow spat out of his mouth to give me before leaving, could it be because of this thing?

I tried to concentrate and felt the gold bead in my body, and soon I realized that it was in my stomach, and at the same time, I felt a burning sensation in my lower abdomen, just like when I first swallowed it.

I raised my palm and slapped the meat again, and the sound sounded again, the surface of the meat was slightly curled, and the dead grass on the side of the meat instantly burned.

Great, now I can finally eat cooked food, I immediately filled in some broken leaves, drew the flames, and put on a few sticks of dry wood, and watched the flames burn more and more, and the unhappiness of being alone in the wasteland was instantly swept away.

I brought the flames into the fire room, carried the pieces of meat into it again and again, peeled off the soiled skin with a sharp stone, divided it into small pieces, and roasted five pieces in one go, and then patted my belly contentedly, and finally I was full.

After that, I gathered a lot of firewood, piled it up in the fire, and then used a sharp stone to remove a dozen large pieces of meat.

Finally solved the problem of food, and with fire, the meat tastes better, and even the blood on the top of the meat will be dried by the fire, which will make me feel less guilty about eating.

I decided to stay in the valley for another three days, and after three days I would leave the valley with enough food and find a way out of the wilderness.

I made a simple big net out of the ropes left behind by the wild ghosts in the cabin, so that I could carry enough food on my back and leave.

In the afternoon of this day, I wandered around the forest with my hands behind my back, looking for a stick of the right size, and wanted to sharpen a wooden spear from stone to use as a weapon on the road, and before I knew it, I came to the edge of the River Styx.

As soon as I reached the river, several white ghost hands reached out of the river, trying to reach my legs and pull me down.

Looking at the river flowing downstream, I was suddenly stunned and thought of a way to get out of the wasteland.

Xiaoting and Yan Shi both said that the Lechuan River in Yin Si is formed by the convergence of many small rivers, and after finally converging in one place, it will continue to flow through the capital city, that is to say, if I extend the river, I will definitely reach the city of the capital sooner or later.

However, in addition to those water ghosts, there must be all kinds of strange monsters in this Lechuan River, and if I go straight down the river, I will definitely face all kinds of dangers.

But the thought of being able to leave the wasteland through this Lethe River made me unable to take it back, so I decided to take a risk.

As soon as I go, I'm going to cut down some trees and build a raft first.

It's just that I don't have the tools at hand, so I can only make a simple stone axe out of stone.

Fortunately, the trees in the wasteland will die when they grow to a certain extent, and some trees don't even need to be cut, just kick them or hit them hard with their shoulders.

After an afternoon of tossing, I scraped together a dozen pieces of wood of one size and one length, tied them tightly with ropes, and made a very strong raft.

I only need to recuperate for another three days, and when the time comes, I can leave, and no matter what monsters are under the Styx, I can't stop my determination to leave.

That night was the first time I had slept soundly in this wasteland, but unfortunately I was woken up in the middle of the night.

I got up and heard a small noise outside the house.

I crept to the window and looked out, only to see four sneaky figures slowly approaching the wooden house.