Narrowly, the vole escaped from the owl's talons.

For it was half burrowed into the ground, but its hind legs were pulled by the owl.

The sound of rapid flapping of wings and the sharp cry of voles made Cangma immediately form a fierce picture in his mind.

But for the owl, this predation was extremely difficult, because the vole was about the same size as it, and even more powerful.

The vole is almost the size of a three-month-old snowtooth, and its claws are sharp because it is very fast at digging soil.

When the owl grabbed it, it dug a deep hole in front of it almost instantly, but it did not know that no matter how big it dug the hole, as long as it did not break free from the owl's claws, it would not want to get into it.

"It's supposed to fight the owl, it's really useless!" Cangma felt a little regretful in his heart, because the process of fighting was not at all as exciting as he imagined.

However, it's not over yet.

The vole was still struggling, and the owl had reached its limit of how often it flapped its wings, and it would never be able to fly with the vole.

If the vole struggles a little harder, it may be able to get out of its claws.

"The owl is going to run out of strength. Cangma noticed that it began to struggle to flap its wings, "Is this how it escapes?"

At first, he was supportive of voles in his heart, but now he is supporting the owl.

He couldn't think of any way the owl could kill the vole, and if it continued like this, the owl would probably have to go home empty-handed.

But unexpectedly, the vole suddenly screamed like crazy, one voice stronger than the other, what happened?

Cangma couldn't think of what a mere owl could do.

But suddenly, the vole's voice stopped abruptly and it died!

Cangma rushed forward with a torch in hand, how the hell did this vole die?

"Wow!ho!"

He waved his torch away from the owl and ruthlessly snatched the opy.

Then, he picked out the carcass of the vole with a twig and examined it carefully by the light of the fire.

There are almost no fatal wounds on the vole, and this vole is indeed not small. It is estimated that it weighs five or six pounds, which is as heavy as two old hens, and the owl may not be so heavy.

The vole's limbs were straight, its tail was stiff, and there were a few bloody holes on its back, but it was only a skin wound, and it didn't kill at all.

Cangma turned the vole over again, his left eye was blinded and bleeding, and the pupil of his right eye was wide.

He shook his head, he finally knew how the vole had died.

It's scared to death.

Everyone said that rats were timid, but they didn't expect it to be so small. No wonder the old people say that when a big rooster crows, it can scare the newborn mouse to death, and it seems that this is true.

Owls are the natural enemies of voles, which is good, so voles are so afraid of owls.

But if it can overcome this fear, it will fight this owl in the first place. Its teeth are long, its claws are sharp enough, and its strength is strong enough, and if it does not devote its energy to grinding its teeth and digging the earth, how can the owl be his opponent?

So it's dead!

Cangma fantasized that if he were the vole, he would have at least ten ways to escape from the owl's claws. Even, he might have a chance to play with this owl to death.

Just because owls are natural enemies of voles, then voles are bound to lose to owls?

It's ridiculous.

He suddenly thought to himself, wasn't he just a vole?

He had been defeated by Ji Changyan's flying sword, he couldn't cultivate, he couldn't fly, he couldn't use the sword! Wasn't he just a vole!

Yes, how can a vole be an opponent of an owl!

The world must think so, that all those who are voles should be afraid, deserve to fail, and deserve to die.

So even if I can do something, I don't want to think about it, and I don't want to fight for it. Therefore, when you encounter difficulties, you can only be afraid and can only escape.

But in fact, not everyone is a vole, just because they are dominated by innate fear, so they become a vole when they are alive.

If you are willing to live as a vole, and if you die, you will die, then there is nothing to regret.

But if you are unwilling......

"Hahahaha. Cangma laughed, and he looked up at the night, there were no stars in the sky, but his eyes were brighter than the stars.

Why willing?

Surely you are not reconciled, if someone puts a knife on your neck, will you be willing?

So Cangma laughed, for there was a light in his heart, enough to illuminate all the darkness. He can be a vole, and everyone in the world can see him as a vole, but he will never take an owl in his eyes.

After that, Cangma opened the vole's burrow again.

He knew that voles generally hid their food in burrows, so he wanted to see what the vole had eaten to grow so big.

The cave is filled with a nut the size of a red date, with a black skin, and when rubbed open, the white kernel can be arranged in half, similar to a peanut.

Cangma had never seen such a fruit, but he felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Isn't this the seed of grass!

The vole gnaws off all the blades of grass around it, so all the nutrients are absorbed by the grass seeds, which produce large fruits.

He looked at the blades of grass around the cave, and sure enough, they were all gnawed off, and the grass seeds in the middle were large and small, the largest being about the same as the one he was holding in his hand.

"Animals are still smart. He pondered that if there was no food one day, maybe this thing would save his life.

He took out the dagger from his waist and slashed it along the vole's belly, and the blood was a little black, not a normal color. It seems that eating these mutated things will indeed make changes in the body.

Near the vole's heart, there was a finger-sized bead, round and soft in color like a pearl, but it was black. Originally, there was no such thing in animals.

Cangma could feel that this bead contained a strong aura, but the energy was a little mixed. If you take it, it will definitely be of great help to improve your cultivation, but who would dare to try it easily.

Later, it was discovered that all animals began to have this thing in their bodies, so it had a unified name, called "Neidan".

He skinned the vole and roasted it on the fire.

"This meat should be edible. He thought so, because he hadn't eaten meat in days.

Voles are fat, and the grease makes a "zila, zila" sound on the flame, and along with this sound, a rich aroma is also emitted.

He took the risk of tearing a piece of meat and chewing it in his mouth, the taste was no different from ordinary meat, although there was less salt, but it tasted more fragrant.

After a while, the smell of meat hooked everyone.

"Senior Brother Cangma, where did you catch such a fat hare, and you don't ask everyone to try it together. ”

Cangma said: "This is not rabbit meat, this is vole meat." ”

"Wow, that's better, the hare's meat is fat, and the vole's meat is fat and tender, and it tastes much better than the hare." The disciple smiled and said, "Senior Brother Cangma, can you give me a piece of this meat when it's roasted?"

Cangma said: "If you dare to eat it, you can eat it, I don't dare to say whether this meat will eat bad stomach." I warn you, this vole grew up eating mutated grass seeds, and tasted a small piece of it, and if anything else happened, it would be troublesome. ”

"Hey, what mutations don't mutate. The disciple said: "Anyway, what it eats is what grows in the ground, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and collecting the essence of the sun and the moon, what can it do." ”

Hearing him say this, Cangma felt quite reasonable, and he couldn't seem to find anything wrong.

Qin Shaochong heard their conversation, and also came up and ripped off a piece of leg meat, "Anyway, it's all meat, it's the same when you eat it in your stomach, what can't you eat." ”

Cangma thought about it, and what he said made sense, as if his previous worries were superfluous.

Jiang Ping also said: "Anyway, my father taught me a truth since I was a child, as long as it is something that animals can eat, people will definitely be able to eat it." ”

"Well, if you think it's good, I'll catch a few more for you, and bake them and eat them. Cangma stood up and said, "There are a lot of vole caves around here." ”

"Senior Brother Cangma, I'll go with you. Jiang Ping said: "Catching voles, I'm still very good at it." ”

"Don't, I'll go!" Qin Shaochong hurriedly swallowed the meat into his stomach, "Hehe, Senior Brother Cangma's barbecue skills are really good, teach him to catch voles, then no one will barbecue, let's go with the rest of us, just leave Senior Brother Cangma here to barbecue for us!"

"That's a good idea, I'm in favor of it. Liu Rufeng said, this is the first time that Liu Rufeng agrees with Qin Shaochong's words, it seems that the contradiction between them has already been imperceptibly dissolved.

This night, the ten of them had a clear division of labor, Cangma was responsible for roasting meat, and the others were responsible for catching voles, peeling and removing bones, and collecting firewood, which was quite a tacit understanding.

Cangma, who was originally afraid of rat meat, did not eat less, and ate a mouthful of real fragrance.

By daybreak, the skins had been piled up into a hill.

However, Cangma did not abandon the pile of rat skins, and nailed them all to the tree with sharpened wooden awls, nailing one every few hundred steps. In this way, even if the trees grow taller, they can be clearly seen. When you come back, you don't have to worry about finding your way back.

The group continued to hurry, catching some voles to eat in their spare time, and did not feel that the rat meat would cause any harm to the body. Because every time they eat meat, they first remove the vole's Neidan. Because this thing looks so strange, I don't know if I can eat it, but it definitely doesn't look as good as meat.

But three days later, they were blocked by a large river.