Su Zimu jumped high and low, ran for half an hour in one breath, and was sure that no one would be able to catch up in a short time, so he found a big tree, climbed up in three or two like a dexterous monkey, picked the thickest branch and sat down, and began to count the harvest.

There is one bag and three bags.

Try to open the bag, this time without much effort, but the bag is the size of a drawer, and contains a sword, two spirit runes, four medicine bottles, and a pair of ice-white translucent beads of unknown purpose.

Finally, there are a few colorful belly pockets with delicate embroidery.

Su Zimu was indignant when he landed, why did he leave his hand just now, and he didn't kill this scumbag in one go!

It's a pity that it's too late to regret it at this time.

It's a good thing, but it's a belly pocket...... Originally, the space was limited, and a bunch of useless things were stuffed in, and it was immediately full, and this kid did it!

Su Zimu wanted to throw away those belly pockets, but after thinking about it, he stuffed them back into his bag.

He didn't have any psychological problems, and he left these things purely because the texture was good enough, and according to his current understanding of this side of the world, it was at least worth ten taels of silver.

For a poor ghost, it is tantamount to a huge sum of money, will it be misunderstood, is it still a thing?

Those bottles also attracted Su Zimu's great attention, I thought it was some kind of elixir to assist in cultivation, and I felt good for a while, but when I saw the name, I suddenly felt bad.

The bottle was not a cultivation elixir at all, but a medicine that was specially used to harm the women of good families.

Su Zimu's resentment was several layers deeper.

Throw those bottles far away, and look at the bags.

Underwear?

Lose.

Silver?

Great stuff!

Jerky?

It doesn't taste good, but it has to stay.

Fire sickle?

Artifact!

Throw away all the useless, keep all the useful, put the important bags, and release the bags that are not important, but he never thought that there were too many things that needed to be left, and they couldn't fit in a bag!

Helpless, I can only reduce it again.

It's not that Su Zimu is shallow-eyed, and everything is a good thing, the problem is that he is now in the barren mountains and mountains, and with a little more materials in his hands, he will have more capital to deal with accidents.

In order to prevent accidents, he did not hang the bag around his waist, but tied it and stuffed it in his arms.

It's a pity that there is no needle and thread, otherwise he would have sewed this thing into his clothes.

It is convenient to hang on the waist, but it is also too ostentatious and eye-catching.

Now that he has offended the Wu family, he must be careful, he must be cautious, he must be cautious, he must be reluctant, to the end!

After packing his bags, Su Zimu changed directions and continued to move forward, intending to always go in one direction, when to meet the road and when to get out of the wilderness.

I didn't pay much attention to it before, but I slowed down and found that the natural environment of this world is surprisingly good, with an astonishing number of towering giant trees, flying in the sky and running on the ground, and wild animals of all sizes.

All kinds of insects that can't be named are even more unique, and as soon as they appear, they are a large group, flying back and forth around Su Zimu endlessly, making him tired of making trouble, and he can't get rid of it.

He simply doesn't care, just follow what he likes, and it's over if he goes his own.

As a result, it didn't take long for an animal to suddenly jump out in front of it, and the insects that had been chasing Su Zimu finally found a new target, and without saying a word, they swarmed up, only to hear a miserable cry, the deer was besieged by the insect swarm, and the skin and flesh disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a while, there was only a pile of miserable white bones left, and there was no meat left.

Su Zimu broke out in a cold sweat.

Gan, with this group of little things, has been following him, and he is ready to eat.

If it weren't for the fact that his skin was as hard as leather armor now, he would have turned into a pile of bones by now.

Only then did he realize that this was the deep mountain of the cultivation world, and this strange insect was just the tip of the iceberg, and maybe he would encounter a few monsters or something later.

At this time, Su Zimu also regretted it a little, but it was absolutely impossible to turn back, so he had to go on hard.

From the scorching sun to the sunset West Mountain, I didn't even see a shadow of the road, and seeing that the sun was about to set, Su Zimu was a little embarrassed.

He has no experience in the wild, but he knows that the night is the hunting time for all kinds of predators, and he doesn't expect to go out at this time, and the top priority is to find a safe place to spend the night as soon as possible!

Fly up to an old tree, look around, there are mountains and no cliffs, don't count on the cave, the best choice is the tree hole!

There was no time to waste, and Su Zimu didn't know what kind of tree had holes in it, so he directly found a big tree that was strong enough, swung his sword to cut a hole that could accommodate him, got into it and covered it with bark, and immediately got a perfect hiding place.

It's still a confined space that can only provide a false sense of security, but Su Zimu is already very satisfied, and I hope this tree hole can hold out until tomorrow morning.

I couldn't make a fire, so I had to eat dried meat to fill my stomach.

The jerky is woody, hard and salty, and the taste is extremely poor, but if it can fill the stomach, Su Zimu is very grateful to the gods and Buddhas.

It's all reduced to this point, what more bikes do you need?

Lying in the tree hole that still exudes a fresh woody fragrance and closing his eyes, the experience of the past two days kept flashing back in Su Zimu's mind, and there was no way to sleep quietly, but more, he was still confused about the future.

Soon after, the sky was completely dark, and on a moonless night, the jungle was pitch black, and the roar of the beast from nowhere shook in all directions.

Su Zimu always felt that the roar was nearby, and he felt that they were by no means beasts, at least they were monsters that were about to become spirits.

He couldn't help but fantasize that if he met a fair-skinned and beautiful vixen, would he be obedient, obedient, or obedient?

Xu was too tired, and unconsciously, Su Zimu fell asleep, but after a while, a cold chill suddenly flowed all over his body, and he shivered smartly, and suddenly woke up.

No, something happened!

Holding my breath, there was silence in my ears, as if the whole world had pressed the mute button.

And it was terrible cold in the hollow of the tree—not in terms of temperature, but in the depths of the heart.

Su Zimu's heart was beating wildly, what happened?

He hesitated for a moment between continuing to search for the truth, and finally made up his mind to see what was going on.

If it has nothing to do with him, it's okay to continue to stay in the tree hole, but what if it spreads to the tree hole? If you know the truth early, at least you have a charter, so that you won't be helpless when things come to an end.

Thinking of this, he slowly lifted the bark of the tree, only glanced out, and immediately a chill that could not be eliminated from the bottom of his heart - in the forest, many translucent figures looked up at the sky, swaying in the wind like tender grass.