Looking at the gray sky, Wang Lung has longed countless times to see the starry sky, the blue sky, but unfortunately his wish has not been realized, where he is, the sky is pale red, there are no clouds, there is no sun and moon, Wang Lung has been looking at it for an unknown amount of time, and there has never been any change.

Now Wang Lung has already left his body out of that small puddle, not only that, but he can also sit cross-legged on the ground for a short time, although he can't walk upright, but that's just a matter of time, after all, the lower body has been soaked in the water for a long time, and the recovery speed is much slower, he can wait, he can only wait.

Looking at the surrounding potholes and uneven swamp terrain, Wang Lung couldn't help but smile bitterly, here he already knew what it was, the endless swamp, except for the puddle is the puddle, there is not even a larger pond, overgrown with weeds, if he is not careful, it is easy to sink, he almost fell into it at the beginning.

He couldn't remember how long he had been here, whether it was half a year or a year, Wang Lung had forgotten, he waited every day, looked at the same scene every day, there was not a single living thing, he didn't know where he was looking at the north, south, west, and north, he didn't know how far he was thrown out by the Hurricane Monster, from the endless grassland to the swamp, God knows how far he had crossed.

After the first dozen times of coma, Wang Lung was finally able to mobilize the little strength in his body, and moved his body with difficulty, trying to fish his lower body out of the puddle, he put in a lot of effort, for which he was unconscious three times before he could draw out his lower body, and in the end, he used all his strength, he almost fell into the swamp again.

I thought that the upper body was lying on the ground, but I didn't expect that there was still a puddle a meter behind him, and it was covered by weeds. Fortunately, the whole body was still on the ground, and after choking on two mouthfuls of water, it was not possible to fall into it with the instinct of survival.

Leaving the puddle, although the injuries on his body were still worsening, they were not as bad as before, and he lay on the ground looking at the gray sky. Waiting for his bones to recover automatically, this trip was several months, at first Wang Lung was silently calculating the time, and by the end, he had lost all interest.

After waiting for his arm to move, Wang Lung did not rush to start dealing with his injury, after all, only his arm could move, and the other joints were still recovering, and he was bored and finally no longer bored. Take out a silk book from the storage vessel to clear the time.

When he was caught up in his body by the Hurricane, Wang Lung knew that he could not resist, so he put away the war knife, otherwise, he would lose even the last support, let alone where to find the war knife.

Putting the war knife within reach, lying on his back on the ground and looking at the silk book held up in his hand, he did not have any pickiness about knowledge. And there are not too many books in the storage artifact, most of them are some basic information. In the past, he patronized the completion of the experience, and never had extra time to read books, and he only knew a rough idea of many things, and he had not studied them carefully at all.

After all, he had just recovered, and he didn't hold the silk book in his arm for long, but it was much better than facing the unchanging sky. When he was tired, he took a break, and when he opened his eyes, he read a book, and just like that, time passed little by little, when he felt that he could barely sit up. before he started to treat his legs.

Due to the long-term soaking, the pants have long been tattered, no need to exert force, the rags were torn off by him, looking at the lack of intact skin, Wang Lung did not sigh, for his injury, he had already estimated, but when he saw the festering skin and burnt black leg bones, his brows wrinkled unconsciously.

Wang Lung is a person, an ordinary person, he was a qualified Chinese medicine practitioner before he participated in the experience, and learned a lot of medical skills from the old ghost, although as the saying goes, the doctor can't heal himself, but also what kind of symptoms, in Wang Lung's opinion, his body is just some skin trauma and bone cracks, and he dug up the rotten flesh with a war knife, until he saw the red blood, he could only breathe a sigh of relief.

There is no anesthetic, no medicine, what Wang Lung does is to dig out the rotten meat and wait for them to grow new meat on their own, which may seem to ordinary people, there will be a lot of wounds and scars on the body that are difficult to heal, but Wang Lung will not, his body has been transformed by Han Yan, and he has also taken two copycat versions of the Blood God Pill, and there are always residues of the Blood God Pill in his body, which can re-heal his body without leaving any traces, Wang Lung knows this, so he dares to treat his injuries without any medicine, but he is not stupid enough to dig out all the rotten flesh on the lower half of his body at once, in that case, even if he can heal, it will become a pile of bonesThe key is that there is no complete piece of flesh on the body, and it must come little by little.

I thought it would be a long time, even Wang Lung didn't expect his healing degree to be so fast, looking at the delicate skin of the thigh area, Wang Lung finally showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, it was only about half a month, and one thigh was half better.

In the next few months, Wang Lung still treated his injuries step by step, if the work of cutting meat and removing bones was done to others, Wang Lung would not frown, but when it was used on himself, even he had to tremble a few times, especially when scraping the bones, the pain made him feel painful, and he regretted why his bones were so strong.

Wang Lung's bones had been eroded by the venom of the Fire Eater Flying Ants, forming a transparent protective film on the surface and inside of his bones, making his bones more tough and elastic, and in the case of attacking people, when the bones were injured, they could also bounce back and attack.

Because of this, when he scraped the bones with a war knife, it was ten thousand times more painful than cutting the flesh, which was the mark left on the bone by the thunderbolt split, which must be removed in order for the bone to recover completely, otherwise it would leave a hidden danger.

Cutting meat, scraping bones, reading books, waiting, just like that, day by day, when Wang Lung treated his legs, he could only breathe a sigh of relief, although he couldn't stand up yet, but he wasn't worried, the meat was so long, the bones needed to take longer.

After the lower body was treated, Wang Lung began to consider treating his upper body, the reason for this arrangement was not that he did not have enough time, but that the lower body was soaked in water for too long, and it had to be treated first, and when dealing with the injury, the pain made him painful and extremely physically draining. He was already seriously injured and his strength never recovered.

In addition to these, Wang Lung also had an idea in his heart, that is, when dealing with the upper body injury, he would not be able to read like he did some time ago, and there would be no silk book to relieve his loneliness. It's more painful than healing in this place.

Wang Lung's plan was to cure all the places that could be treated, leaving only his right hand and arm to be cured at the end, so that he could still read a book to pass the time during the long wait, otherwise he didn't know if he would be autistic or crazy.

The treatment continued, and the pain continued, but Wang Lung was used to it, and it was only after he had treated the injuries on his body that he discovered a problem. That is, he can't see the injury on his back, and he doesn't know where to go for the knife, but if he doesn't dig up the rotten flesh and eliminate the residual scars on the bones, he can't really heal himself.

However, this question did not bother Wang Lung, and after he was able to stand up and walk, he found a puddle of water that was still clear and used the surface of the water as a mirror. The surface of the rotten flesh and bones was treated with a war knife, although the digging was not very regular. But there were no regrets, and after all the injuries were recovered, Wang Lung could breathe a sigh of relief.

How long, how long he stayed here, Wang Lung couldn't find an answer, he only knew one thing. It's been a long time, it seems to have been more than a year, because he has turned over the silk book kept in the storage spirit vessel at least three times, and some basic information is already clear to him.

Among the various races recorded in the Sacred Source Lineage, there are not 10,000 but 8,000. He can now close his eyes and go through the information of all races in his mind, this is only the races within the Holy Source System itself, outside the Holy Source System, although the other galaxy races opposite to them are not as large as the Holy Source System, but he has already recorded the content recorded in the silk book.

When he understood how big the Sacred Source System was, Wang Lung knew how big the universe was, if the Sacred Source System was compared to a drop of water, then the universe was a vast ocean, and it was a boundless ocean, even in the silk book that Wang Lung read, there was no end to the universe.

There are more other alien races recorded in the silk book than the Holy Source System, about millions of species, many galaxies are single races, and there are races similar to humans, but that race is far away from the Holy Source System, if you want to go through, you have to pass through at least hundreds of galaxies, and it will take tens of thousands of years to fly alone without being attacked by foreign races.

In addition to the race, Wang Lung has also read all other books such as formations, talismans, refining weapons, and pills many times, but unfortunately, among these books, none of them describe the miracle space, and for that place, it is still still in the word of mouth.

The more he knew, the more Wang Lung longed for the miracle space, but he also began to wonder if the miracle space that the two brothers said at the beginning was really as they said, the safe haven of the entire Saint Source System, the root of the Saint Source System, after the great invasion, all the creatures on the planet would be sent out from inside and outside the miracle space, erase the memories and continue to reproduce, until the next great invasion came.

Doubt, except for doubt, Wang Lung has no other thoughts, he has a conjecture in his heart, the real miracle space is probably not what the two brothers said, it is not a paradise, it is likely to be more complicated than the extra-system battlefield, this idea is Wang Lung has seen the introduction of other galaxy races and came to the conclusion, millions of races, there are more or less information, the farthest race is called the Scar Race, a very strange-looking creature, the galaxy where they are located is hundreds of millions of years away from the light flight of the Holy Source System, I don't know how many galaxies need to be crossed halfway, who can come back alive to keep the information of this race, don't think about it, it is impossible。

Where did the information of these races come from, it seems that everything will not be known until the end, but how to get out of here is Wang Lung's most concerned problem, during the time of reading the book, the books that introduce the formation, Wang Lung has read the most, many formations He only understands the name, but he doesn't know how to evolve and arrange, the reason why he has turned it over many times is nothing more than to find a way to leave this place in the book, but unfortunately he doesn't have that talent, he didn't find the answer, if someone gives guidance on the side, maybe it may be possible, after all, the formation is too mysterious, there is no systematic learning, just by reading books, just understand the skin。

Walking aimlessly in the swamp, his speed is not slow, but he runs like a headless fly, here, there is no sense of direction, Wang Lung only hopes that he can return to the grassland, and can also find the trace of the strange snake, in his opinion, even if he is thrown out by the wind monster, it must not be too far, but unfortunately he still underestimated the other party, when he spent more than a month running in all directions, he found that he did not go to the edge of the swamp at all.

If you don't reach the edge, you will always leave the swamp if you run in one direction, but there is not a single demon beast, that's not right, during this time, including when he was recuperating from his injuries, he has never seen a living life, as if he is the only one here, if it weren't for the sky or the same appearance, Wang Lung would have thought that he had gone to another space.

Run, except running, Wang Lung has nothing else to do, there is an endless swamp under his feet, now he only hopes to get out of here, this swamp exudes a strangeness, staying for a long time, he has an inexplicable restlessness in his heart, leaving is the only choice, whether the front is a plain or not, or encountering danger again, it is much better than just himself.

Time passed little by little, about another month passed, when Wang Lung was moving in one direction, the puddles under his feet began to become scarce, more land appeared in the field of vision, and occasionally puddles appeared only ten zhang square, which was no longer a puddle, it should be called a puddle.

I don't know how long it took, when a black line appeared in front of him, the corners of Wang Lung's mouth showed a faint smile, although he didn't know what was ahead, but he knew that he had left the swamp, left that quiet and terrible place.

Without stopping, Wang Lung rushed towards the black line, and when the black line got closer and closer, he found that it was an endless forest, and the dense red flame trees seemed to be the unique trees of this space, whether it was a forest or a sparse forest, all the trees were red flame trees.

Just when there were thousands of zhang away from the Red Flame Tree Forest, Wang Lung slowly stopped, his eyes did not look at the woods, but looked at a demon beast not far away, it was a chinchilla, to be precise, the four-pupiled chinchilla, the appearance is like a mouse and a rabbit, the length is very cute, the golden fluff looks very beautiful, two small silver eyes are staring at Wang Lung, the weeds on its short front paws slipped to the ground and did not cause its idea, he was eating weeds, but was frightened by the sudden Wang Lung.

Seeing the frightened and cute expression of the four-pupiled chinchilla, Wang Lung had a smile on his face, he hadn't seen a living creature for a long time, and finally ran out of the swamp and saw a chinchilla without any strength, his mood can be imagined.

In order not to frighten the other party too much, Wang Lung walked over carefully, the four-pupiled chinchilla seemed to be fixed, until Wang Lung grabbed it in his hand, it began to struggle, but unfortunately with its small body how can it break free, not to mention, Wang Lung did not hurt it after grabbing it, but gently stroked its back, which made the four-pupiled chinchilla very comfortable, with a simple expression lying in Wang Lung's palm motionless. (To be continued......)