Theoretically!

Yin Ming can also be regarded as an evil god.

Weak, pitiful, and helpless, and without the vitality of infinite resurrection, it can be called the shame of the Pillar of Shame in the Evil God Realm.

The black dragon only needs one dragon toe, and he can easily crush him to death, and he can get a so-called godhead without competing with anyone.

It's a pity that when the ripples in the space calmed down, the black dragon completely missed the opportunity.

Yin Ming completely disappeared into the vast void and appeared thousands of miles away, on a bluestone shaped like a lying cow.

"Quack! Quack ......"

Next to the bluestone, a withered crooked-necked tree.

The dead branches twisted like evil spirits with their teeth and claws, and in the treetops, two jackdaws and birds that had witnessed the great transformation of people with their own eyes flickered their wings and let out an unpleasant cry.

Good luck!

If you are teleported into the air, or in the dirt, you can only abandon this body and escape with the primordial spirit.

However, the Pure Altar Messenger should take this into account and set the coordinates of the small shifting rune at the junction of the earth's surface, and just to ensure that it will not be affected.

"Whew!"

Yin Ming exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Looking around, the dark forest is extremely strange and eerie.

The memory of the serf left in the brain of the predecessor is slightly better than that of a beast, out of the mountain territory of Viscount Orson, and his understanding of this world is not much better than that of him, a visitor from the sky.

Unknown!

Anything is possible, and it's the scariest thing in the world.

Perhaps, in the next second, the surrounding trees will suddenly come to life.

Perhaps, there are hundreds of millions of transcendent beings in this world, but just like ants and elephants, their lives are parallel and do not intersect, and Viscount Orson cannot touch them at all.

Yin Ming climbed a dead tree and found a thick branch to lean on, so as not to be picked up by a sudden beast before he had time to react.

The original god drove the autopsy gourd out of the body, constantly flying upward, overlooking the unfamiliar environment around him from a high place.

Behind him, there were endless mountains and steep mountains, and from time to time there was the low howl of wild beasts.

In front of the mountain, there is a majestic city, scattered around the town inhabited by humans.

"Let's go to a human town first, at least people can communicate, and it's safer than the beasts of the forest."

Yin Ming thought for a moment and decided to go to the human settlement.

As an autopsy immortal, his ability has not been weakened by the difference in the world, because in the era of the end of the law, his ability has been weakened to the extreme.

The night doesn't bother you, so you don't have to wait for dawn to head out for the human settlement below.

When the contemplation is cultivated to the Void Electric Realm, the eyes can see in the dark night, and the divine thoughts are completely spread out, and it is not a problem to capture the wind and grass within a radius of one kilometer, and it is not a problem to avoid the ferocious carnivorous beasts.

However, it does not mean that it is safe, if it is targeted by a beast with a keen sense of smell, or a bird in the sky, and is regarded as a prey tracking and hunting, then you can only try to slide the pipe to no avail!

Fortunately, in the middle of the night, the forest beasts were not so active, and there were no dangers along the way.

When the eastern sky was bright and it was already dawn, I walked to a populated place on the edge of the forest.

"Goo!!"

There was a drum sound in Yin Ming's stomach.

In order to make the sacrifice and not make a fool of himself when the blood sacrifice was executed, Viscount Orson washed the serfs inside and out three days in advance.

At this moment, thirsty, hungry and tired, he went to a house and knocked on the door, ready to ask for something to eat.

"Who? Call the door early in the morning. ”

Inside the house, an old male voice sounded.

Then came the sound of the sooth, the dim light illuminated, a snooping sight came from the crack in the door, and then two dilapidated wooden doors were pushed open.

The one who opened the door was a kind-looking old man, extremely strong and burly, only a little rickety, with a gray beard meticulously groomed, and wearing gray-white clean clothes.

The status should be that of a freeman between a nobleman and a serf.

Yin Ming mobilized the few remaining memories of his predecessor, and politely saluted: "I am a hunter who went into the mountains to hunt with the lord, and I accidentally got separated from my companions!" Now that I am thirsty and hungry, can the old gentleman give me some water and food? ”

The old man looked at Yin Ming unscrupulously, his clothes, conversation, figure, complexion, from head to toe, he didn't miss a single hair, and Yin Ming was hairy all over his body.

As if to make sure that Yin Ming was not threatening, a warm smile appeared on his face: "What a poor child!" On such a cold day, the kind-hearted owner can't bear to let the dog live outside, come in and rest! ”

"W-excuse me!"

Yin Ming hesitated for a moment.

I still decided to follow the old man into the house to take shelter from the wind.

At dawn, when the temperature is at its lowest, sheltering from the wind reduces the body's energy expenditure.

This primitive body did not die of blood sacrifice, but was starved to death, and that is a big joke.

As far as you can see, old and dilapidated tables and chairs, a brick fireplace with burnt firewood, kerosene lamps hanging above the dining table, and cluttered daily necessities stacked in the four corners.

"Who! Is little Arthur back? The open wooden bedroom door led to a trembling old woman.

The old man hurriedly turned around and instructed the old woman who had just come out of the back room: "Old woman, prepare 'good' food, this poor child must be hungry!" ”

The old woman nodded, took out the flour and began to pour water and dough, knead it into two pointed spinning cones, and then put it in the fireplace to bake.

After a while, the smell of bread wafted from the fireplace, and it was cut and brought out on a plate.

According to the information of the remnants of nerve cells in the brain of 'Innova'.

The staple food of the serfs was dry and hard, black bread mixed with crushed stone bran and bran, and white bread would only be rewarded with a few pieces of white bread during the New Year's festival and when the farmers were busy harvesting.

It's been like this

Syllable!

Dut is dying of hunger!

You have to eat it if you mix it with poison, and besides, you still watch the other party cook the whole time, and you don't have the action of drugged at all.

"Thank you for your hospitality!"

Yin Ming is indeed extremely hungry, and if he doesn't eat, this body may really starve to death.

Eats very quickly, but not rudely at all.

Not – elegance never goes out of style.

The next meal has not yet landed, and it is natural to absorb as much nutrients as possible for hard-won food. Food can only be digested with less energy when food is chewed sufficiently.

"Hehe......."

Yin Ming swallowed the last slice of bread.

The old man's kind smile disappeared instantly, and he sneered twice: "The bread you eat is made of drunken dragon grass juice and noodles, I bet you won't last ten seconds." ”

And noodles?

Yin Ming: [......]

When others poison them, they use poison as an additive.

Sprinkled two handfuls of flour directly into the poison, what kind of brain circuit is this? It's really not good, even if it's a little bit of technology, it's not a shame!

Yin Ming was about to use his mental power to control his body, and spit out the food he ate, but after thinking about it, he felt that there was no need for this.

It's just a little anesthetic, it's not a deadly poison, and it's not that you can't eat it.

In less than ten seconds, the effect of the drunken dragon herb completely attacked.

Yin Ming felt dizzy, his muscles stiffened, and his eyelids were as heavy as lead.

After passing out, his consciousness remained awake, and his nervous palsy could not control his body, as if he had encountered a ghost pressing the bed.

"You really don't talk and behave like a slave, and you will be blinded by others!"

"The skin color of the limbs is darker than other places, there are a lot of calluses on the hands, and there are healed whip marks on the back, so it is clear which territory the fugitive slave is."

When the old man was young, he was an elite member of the slave catcher.

The slaves who took the initiative to send them to the door naturally did not miss the reason.

Rummaged through the pile of miscellaneous items and found a thick hemp rope, put Yin Ming's hands behind his back, went around his neck and then threaded it out from under his ribs, and wrapped it a few times to tie a dead knot.

"Good teeth! The body is also great! It's a good serf, and old John will make a good price! ”

The old woman also walked over, like a dealer who selects livestock, first carefully examined the teeth, and then pinched the biceps brachii hard, and the cracked mouth revealed the few big yellow teeth left.

Yin Ming: (¬_¬)ノ.

Yin Ming's out-of-body spirit!

Look down at each other's every move.

The bread mixture is the mixture, but it also replenishes the energy and keeps the body out of the brink of death.

didn't make any resistance, and looked indifferently: "Interesting, it's been less than half a day since I regained my freedom, and the familiar hemp rope is added again, and I really feel at home." ”

The wind has left a sound, and the geese have left traces.

Zhu Bajie has still been discovered.

In a world where nothing is unfamiliar, if you do more, you will not be wrong.

Yin Ming currently has only these two strategic purposes: 1. The primordial body is immortal, 2. Slowly familiarize himself with this world with the Yuan Shen, as long as it does not conflict with others, he does not care.

“……”

The old man carried Yin Ming on his shoulders and pushed the door out.

He muttered happily: "With this money, Little Arthur will definitely be able to become a real knight, unlike me who wasted the potion in vain." ”

Then, step by step, he walked to the edge of the town, full of strength, not at all like an old man.

Pushing the door into a dilapidated log cabin, where a lame and thin man lived, he was surprised to see the old man and said, "Old Arthur, are you back to your old business?" ”

Yin Ming learned through the conversation that the lame man's name was John, and he was an old slave trader.

After some friendly negotiations, the two finally reached an agreement and sold it for 30 silver coins.