Volume 1: Reincarnation Rebirth [Chapter 1 for the Thief]

In the bright moonlight, overlooking the huge fruit threshold forest, you can also experience a sense of verdant and boundless silence, especially the fog that is like a veil over the dense forest, which makes this swampy forest where life and death coexist a little more mysterious.

Of course, this kind of mysterious feeling should only exist between ordinary people or martial cultivators, for the Yuan Xiu immortals who coexist with heaven and earth and can change their lives against the sky, no matter how vast and huge the fruit threshold dense forest is, entering it should be just like a back garden, a leisurely stroll, right?

The swampy forests in autumn and winter are often covered by dense fog, but compared to summer, the content of biogas in the fog is relatively thin and less lethal, but if you are not fully prepared, try not to leave the houses full of Zeai at night, otherwise you will be poisoned and killed by shuttling through the dense fog at night.

This point is definitely in mind for the Zenu people who live in the hinterland of the dense forest all year round, after all, no one will joke with their lives. However, in a village of the Zenu people inhabited by a thousand people in the northwest of the Guoji Jungle, in the dead of night, there was a figure like a civet cat quietly hiding outside a large wooden house directly north of the village.

Through the dense mist like rain, you can vaguely see that this is a man in his thirties, his facial features are tough, in late autumn, but his upper body is only wearing a single shirt full of patches, and the two sleeves are torn to the elbows, but he has rough skin and thick flesh, and he doesn't seem to be too afraid of cold. At this time, he had Ze Ai in his nostrils, and Ze Ai Teng in his mouth, his eyes were slightly tired but also bright, and his eyes were very vigilant, but they also inadvertently overflowed with a little nervousness.

"At this time, Dagu, who is guarding the food barn, should be asleep!" the night walker whispered in a voice that no one could hear, leaning lightly against the antlers on the side of the wooden house, his eyes peeking around.

Beside the door of the wooden house, which was locked by rusty chains, a man who was stronger than the body of a nocturnal man was snoring, snoring as if he had fallen asleep.

The nocturnal man's eyes flashed with joy, and he moved quite skillfully, and his body turned over the sharp antlers, and then tiptoed to the door of the hut, and lightly went to the chain on the door.

The nocturnal man moved very, very lightly, and his mind was highly concentrated, for fear of making a little noise, so that the snoring next to him gradually calmed down and did not pay attention.

It didn't take long for the chain to be removed, and the nocturnal man opened the door gently, and then the cat bent his waist in, and at this moment, the snoring doorkeeper suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, and stared at the wooden door that could be opened with a crack, and a sneer appeared on his face, and there was a little anger in the smile.

When the night man came out with a large black thing, the surrounding fire was transparent, and he was shocked by the crowd, his body trembled, and the thing he was holding fell to the ground, which turned out to be nearly 100 catties of jerky.

With a "plop", the night man knelt down with a pale face, kowtowed to the middle of the group of people surrounding the wooden house, and said, "Anze big man spare his life!"

"Spare your life?" A man in a wolf skin jacket with a silver nose ring on his nose stared at the nocturnal man, and a bit of gloom flashed in the corner of his eyes: "Dakang, what kind of place is this food warehouse, you can't know it, right?"