Re-embarked on the road, Wuji personally felt the benefits of realm improvement. Although he couldn't transform into a Red Flame Beast to hunt like Qin Dangdang, his strength and speed had improved significantly, his eyesight and hearing were also good, and within twenty steps, the little squirrels hiding in the canopy couldn't escape his eyes and ears.

Wuji was very satisfied, quite complacent. Qin Dangdang was speechless. In his opinion, Mowgli is too easy to be satisfied, and he is happy to be like this with such a little achievement, which is simply a little rich and peaceful, and he doesn't want to make progress.

Mowgli ignored him. He has his ideas. Qin Dangdang was secretive when he spoke, and there was no need for him to be unreserved about Qin Dangdang. He has always believed in courtesy and exchanges, treating each other as equals, and will never be ashamed of himself and willing to be a foil just because Qin dares to be a noble status. You take your Yangguan Road, and I take my single-plank bridge. You are born and died for your Great Qin Empire, and I will go to my Purple Moon Forest to be at ease.

Feeling Wuji's intentional or unintentional estrangement, Qin Dangdang was a little silent, and most of the time he hurried with the old man on his back. Although the Red Flame Beast is not known for its strength and endurance, it still has a very obvious advantage over Wuji. Along the way, he rarely asked Mowgli to help, only when he had to go hunting, or explore the way, he would ask Mowgli to take care of the old man.

Wuji respectfully stayed away from the old man, but he did not do anything well. Serving tea and water, dressing and combing his hair, he waited for the elderly like his own relatives. The old man looked at Wuji with a little more appreciation in his eyes, and when he was in good spirits, he could also say a few words to Wuji. Knowing that Mowgli wanted to learn meditation, although the old man felt that it was useless, he still explained the key points of meditation to him in detail.

Wuji is very grateful, with the old man's guidance, he can avoid many detours. Although the realm has not changed much in the past few days, his state of mind has improved a lot. Maybe it's because he left the suffocating zombie empire and can breathe freely, maybe it's because the old man and Qin Dangdang are mysterious but kind, and his mood has become lighter.

......

The sun is rising.

Qin Dangdang turned over and sat up, ready to go hunting, but Wuji held him down. "You were tired of the vigil yesterday, I'll go. ”

"You?" Qin Dangdang hesitated for a moment and lay down again. "It's okay, I'm a little tired, so I'll bother you. Be careful, don't go too far, don't provoke those big prey, it's really not good, you can pick some fruit, anyway, yesterday's meat hasn't been eaten yet. ”

"Haha, you don't have confidence in me. While joking, Wuji took off the short knife from Qin Dangdang's waist, tucked it in the waistband of his trousers, picked up a wooden stick, and walked into the distance. Qin Dangdang can transform into a Red Flame Beast, and he is good at ambushing, unless he encounters a large beast, ordinary animals are not his opponents. Mowgli doesn't have that ability, bring knives and sticks, and it is more secure.

Walking along a stream, Mowgli saw the footprints of some animals, but saw no worthy targets. He thought for a moment and walked forward again. Streams flow through the forest, and at intervals they form a large or small pool in the low-lying area, and there is a high probability that there will be fish in the pool. He doesn't have the ability to catch those flying in the sky and walking on the ground, so it's no problem to catch two fish.

Sure enough, after walking about five or six hundred steps forward, Wuji found a waterhole with a radius of about 100 steps. The water of the pond is very clear, there are a few pieces of delicate and transparent strange stones on the edge of the pool, it looks quite elegant, there are wild flowers growing in twos and threes, the flowers are in full bloom, dripping with the dew of the early morning, delicate and dripping, just like the back garden of someone's house. A few old trees fell by the waterhole, and many fungus grew on the trunks.

Wuji was overjoyed, walked over quickly, and picked off the fungus on the tree one by one. Although the barbecue is delicious, it is easy to get hot when eaten every day, add some fungus, cook a little vegetarian soup, and the taste is definitely good. After picking the fungus from an old tree, he was just about to jump to another tree to continue sweeping, when he suddenly heard a soft sound behind him, his back suddenly tightened, and his hand immediately touched the short knife on his waist, and then slowly turned around.

Thirty paces away, a little girl of five or six years old was curled up behind a pile of strange rocks, staring at him with two big dark eyes, looking a little frightened. Seeing him look at her, she bared her teeth and made a vicious appearance. But with that round little face, Mowgli didn't feel a little threat, but found it interesting. He put away his knife, spread his hands, and walked slowly.

The little girl shrank back slowly, almost shoved herself into the stone, and her dirty face showed a look of fear, and two lines of tears welled up, and two furrows flowed out of her face, revealing her white and pink skin.

"Little girl, don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person. Wuji said, looking at himself, he didn't think it was convincing. His clothes were torn by Yin Xuan, and he had no clothes to change, and now there was only one pair of pants left, and the trouser legs were also tattered, revealing two slippery legs, which were very sharp at first glance. Still, he smiled as kindly as he could. "Why are you here alone, your lord?"

"Ahhh......h Ahhh......h

Mowgli stopped and stretched out his hand to signal to the little girl that he had no ill intentions. Seeing the little girl looking at the short knife and stick in his hand, he quickly put the short knife and stick down and took a few steps back. The little girl suddenly pounced, snatched the short knife, and quickly retreated.

Mowgli smiled. "You see, I'm not going to hurt you. Now you can say it, why are you here alone, and the adults in the family?"

The little girl held the knife tightly, stared at Wuji for a while, and pointed to the distance.

Wuji scratched his head: "Where is your adult?"

The little girl nodded vigorously. As her body shook, a few small, brightly colored mushrooms fell from the hem of her clothes that were so dirty that she couldn't tell their true colors. Mowgli looked at it, was startled, and blurted out. "These mushrooms are poisonous and cannot be eaten. ”

The little girl was stunned for a moment, looking at the mushrooms on the ground, at a loss, as if she didn't know whether to believe Mowgli or not. Wuji hurriedly looked at the little girl carefully, and saw that she had no signs of poisoning, so he breathed a sigh of relief and complained: "Your adult is really good, I won't tell you anything, I can rest assured that you will come out to find food, what if something happens." He looked up, looked around, and exclaimed, "Hey, is there anybody? Who's this little girl?"

There was silence all around.

Wuji was helpless, and once again cared that the little girl couldn't eat these mushrooms, and then walked in the direction that the little girl pointed out just now. As soon as he took a few dozen steps, he stopped. There were two people lying on the ground in the woods, scuffling together, but they were both dead, one biting the throat of the other, but the head was dented by the other, red blood and white brains, mixed together. Looking at their clothes, they should be similar to him, and they are also fugitives from the Great Qin Empire, but they don't know when they escaped, their clothes are torn than him, and their hair is dirty.

Wuji walked in a few steps and touched the corpse, the corpse was already stiff, and the decay was not strict, it should have just been dead for about a day.

Wuji returned to the little girl and looked at the little girl sympathetically. "Who are those two people, and how did they die?"

The little girl looked up at him with two big eyes open, and her expression was blank.

Wuji sighed: "Looking at you like this, you probably won't be able to survive alone." Why don't you come with me?"

The little girl still looked at him with a wooden face, motionless, holding the short knife tightly.

Mowgli shook his head. The kid was probably scared silly and couldn't say a word. He picked up the stick again and went to the pool to spear the fish. After a while, the little girl came out from behind the rocks, crouched far away on the stones by the waterhole, crossed her legs, and watched him spear the fish. The clothes that obviously did not fit hung down, soaked in the water, and fluttered with the waves, and it turned out to be silk of good texture.