area51novel Chapter 670
Chapter 670
And sure enough, as Yang Ming expected, the moment the little skeleton's hand touched the evil heart Buddha pig, the fingers began to turn into powder, and even the entire arm began to disappear, and this situation did not end, On the contrary, it is like a cancer cell that continues to spread to the whole body of the little skeleton, just a blink of an eye, where there is still a little skeleton figure in front of him, only a piece of soil.
This weird game of eagles catching chickens ended with such a funny result, and in the end, Yang Ming's side won.
When the little skeleton died, the two dry bones hanging from the cliff wall shook for a while, as if they were throbbed in some way, but in the end, due to the rules of the game, they finally returned to calm and did nothing.
Yang Ming stared at the two dry bones on the cliff wall, and after seeing that they did not move at all, he was slightly relieved in his heart.
If these two dry bones also gave him a whole weird game, he didn't know what to do for a while.
After all, the food he carried with him had basically been consumed in the past month, and if he continued to delay, there would really be a crisis of food outage.
The test of Heart-Tearing Valley seems to end there.
In the following, Yang Ming never encountered any strange difficulties again, and successfully passed through the Tearing Heart Valley.
After leaving the Tearing Heart Valley, the map left by the basic beater is nullified.
Because in the outside world, none of the people have been explored, and there is naturally no record on the map, relying on Yang Ming to explore alone.
Without such a good riding tool as the corpse tree man, there was no similar Black Forest tree on the road to give Yang Ming a point, and in desperation, Yang Ming had to walk by himself.
All the way west.
The farther away from the area where the Tearing Heart Valley was located, scattered grass and trees began to appear on the ground, at first it was still east and west, not connected, the distribution was very sparse, and there were not many animals living there, Yang Ming could only pick some wild fruits at will to fill his hunger.
Continuing west, you can already see dense woods.
Compared to the treacherous trees of the Black Forest, the forest here is the normal forest in Yang Ming's impression.
Lush greenery, birds singing.
In this forest, Yang Ming finally caught a wild wolf, skinned it and stomped it, set up a bonfire on the spot, burned the branches, and set it on the bonfire for roasting.
Rotating the branches, the flames were fully roasted on the wolf flesh, and the crystal clear oil and water flowed out of the wolf flesh, dripping from time to time into the campfire, setting off sporadic sparks.
As the color of the wolf meat gradually darkens, a pleasant smell of roasted meat begins to permeate the forest.
Yang Ming took out two bottles of seasoning from his trouser pocket, this is still in Fengshan Town, the inventory taken from Lin Geng, use a little less, usually he is not very willing to use it, but after eating dry food and wild fruits for more than a month, he has not touched meat once, which has long made Yang Ming hungry, and he can't care about thrift on weekdays.
Open one of the caps and carefully sprinkle the white granular salt evenly over the roast.
Stimulated by the salt taste, the aroma of the roasted meat is a little stronger.
Yang Ming took out a small knife and cut a thin piece of meat on the barbecue, and there were wisps of smoke wrapped around it, hot and hot.
After slightly blowing the hot air on the thin meat, Yang Ming didn't care about three seven twenty-one, and immediately swallowed it.
It has to be said that the reason why wolves are excluded from the food list by the Terrans is somewhat reasonable.
After chewing in his mouth for a while, Yang Mingcai finally bit the wolf meat.
Wolf meat is very dry and hard, and the taste is very woody, but the taste is actually not very delicious.
But people are sometimes like this, they haven't eaten meat for a long time, even if it is an unwelcome delicacy like wolf meat, it can still make people satisfied.
Now, Yang Ming is obviously in such a situation.
A piece of thin meat was far from enough, and Yang Ming quickly used the knife to cut the thin meat on the roast one after another.
While enjoying the rare tranquility, Yang Ming also occasionally had a little greed, if he still had a jug of fine wine on hand now, then life would really be beautiful.
Of course, if there is really such treatment, Yang Ming is not wandering in a strange and rampant world, but more like a spring trip.
On the side, the Evil Heart Buddha Pig replaced the red-clothed bride and acted as Yang Ming's personal bodyguard.
When a wisp of the aroma of roasted meat entered its nose along the wind, the pig's nose couldn't help but twitch, greedily sucking the delicious fragrance in the air, and tears flowed out of the corners of its mouth without fighting.
Although this strange creature does not need to eat at all, perhaps because it was formerly Zhu Bajie, the Evil Heart Buddha Pig still has a natural yearning for the cuisine of the Terrans.
The Evil Heart Buddha Pig turned back several times, paused on the roasted pieces of meat with nostalgic eyes, and then forced himself to turn his head with great perseverance, going back and forth several times, which was enough to show how entangled it was in his heart.
Compared with the other weird head under Yang Ming, the performance of the Immortal Slashing Demon Knife is much better, coiling vigilance in mid-air, disdaining the so-called barbecue, and even rolling his eyes again and again for his little friend's bad performance.
Although it is said that the one-eyed rolling eyes on the Immortal Slashing Demon Knife is actually a very frightening thing, it is not cute at all.
After a full meal, only a pile of abandoned branches and unburned wood remained on the ground.
Yang Ming stroked his bulging belly, feeling satisfied.
After resting in place for more than an hour and allowing himself to fully digest it, Yang Ming set off again.
When he walked more than 20 kilometers in the forest, there was an obvious artificial trampled path on the ground.
There is no road in the world, but when there are many people walking, there is a way.
There are forest trails, which means there are people nearby.
Yang Ming also just wanted to know where he was now, so he followed the path on the ground and walked around the forest.
In the distance, there was the sound of the gurgling of a small river, and the sound of women frolicking.
Yang Ming opened the layers of bushes and grass in front of him, and suddenly opened up in front of him, and a milky way of bright rivers appeared, and there were three or three women playing in the water.
It is daylight now, although there is no bright sun in the dark ages of the first age, and the temperature on weekdays is about twenty degrees Celsius, but this does not stop this group of women from playing in the water, a group of women in their prime years, either pure, enchanting, or dignified, each with its own characteristics, showing a beautiful figure in the river.