Fu Ji seemed to be the most talkative among these women. From her words, Song Pingcun realized that not every night they could go to that dilapidated palace.
There is not only their group of people near this palace, but also another group. According to the unwritten rules of the hard labor land, only one group of people can stay in each palace for one night.
This is at least to ensure that more people have a chance to survive, although how effective it really is is unknown.
But whoever violates it will definitely have a bloody fight. The result of the bloody battle is just like yesterday when Song Pingcun killed Hawk Nose. This is the law of survival in the hard labor land. No one will destroy it. The final result of anyone who provokes such a war will not be good.
That's why Song Pingcun and Ibsen were so hostile to Hook-Bi and others when they appeared yesterday. If he hadn't just come here and his skills were pretty good, it's possible that yesterday there would have been a bloody fight that no one wanted to see.
Only then did Song Pingcun realize that the cave where he and Ibsen hid yesterday was not empty by chance, or maybe they just happened to miss it. There might be two other people in the cave tonight.
"Isn't it just this palace?" Song Pingcun noticed the problem.
"Of course it's more than that." Fu Ji looked at Song Pingcun's surprised look and laughed. "This place of hard labor turns out to be a large sect. No matter what, it's more than just this small place."
"Is it really the site of an ancient sect?" Song Pingcun heard Ibsen talk about it, but he didn't expect it to be possible.
"Well, it should be so. The patterns in the palace can be seen as some cultivation methods, which are completely different from the current cultivation system. It seems that there is no cultivation of the soul at all, but it has fallen off too much. Maybe the record is incomplete." Continue this. It was Lao Wang who spoke, and he gave Song Pingcun a meaningful look.
Song Pingcun looked at the stone knife in Lao Wang's hand, and then thought about yesterday's confrontation and the several women who were protecting him on the way back today, he noticed something very unusual.
It was getting dark. Song Pingcun saw that Ibsen had huddled up and was shivering. He wanted to grab the white fox from his arms, but the white fox clung to his clothes and refused to let go, and made a slight noise. A low growl of protest.
"Let him hide in those piles of rocks! Don't stop us from catching fire rats for a while." Lao Wang said dissatisfied.
Song Pingcun helped Ibsen over, and the stones used to block the hole were piled together, barely allowing Ibsen to fit in.
A few people waited outside until it got dark. Lao Wang and Song Pingcun were squatting at the entrance of the innermost stone cave, while the four women were standing outside in a wider space with stone tablets in their hands. Ibsen was really shameless. I huddled in the pile of stones, and stood with four women in the spacious area of the cave. There were no stone flakes, so I found a sharper stone, enduring the cold and not even daring to come out.
Catching fire rats looks fun, but it is actually very dangerous. The fire rats lured with meat residue are either from outside, or from the small hole that extends to who knows where in the stone cave where they live.
The "fragrance" of a few grains of meat may be facing several fire rats. If Song Pingcun and Lao Wang's hands are a little slower, the frightened fire rats will pounce on the fourth woman and Ibsen with their fangs open.
This is not an easy task for a few people who have no spiritual power at all. The attention must be kept highly tense at all times. Even if Song Pingcun has good physical strength and good eyesight, it is inevitable that there will be omissions when the two of them work together. However, it was the white fox that made a contribution tonight. After the first one passed by, the second one did not disturb the fourth girl and Ibsen anymore.
This may be the advantage of the spiritual creature itself. Even if it has no spiritual power, its instinctive reaction is still very strong. The fire rat that was slapped by her claw will no longer move.
It lasted until midnight before Lao Wang sat down and touched a stone from his side that was about the same size as the entrance of the cave to block the entrance.
After working hard all night, the fire rats without a single hair on their bodies killed more than a hundred. It looked good, but the actual dried meat was only as much as a handful in both hands.
Only then did Ibsen realize the value of the dried meat he had thrown away in horror last night.
This is still fresh meat today. As time goes by, you can imagine how much "meaty aroma" the meat that has been cut into pieces will still have, and how many fire rats it will attract.
The four girls of Fu Ji started to be busy again, but they seemed to be in a good mood. All the things to make up for the leaks tonight except the first one were done by the white fox. From the initial nervousness to the later relaxation, they still retain enough energy. Several large rocks were moved to cover the cave, but it was still clear that they really used all their strength.
It was hard for Song Pingcun to imagine how much suffering it was for them every day when they had to come here every other day.
After resting for a while, Fu Ji and the girls began to dissect the fire rat with stone slices. It seemed that the processing was very simple. They took out the internal organs, cut off the head and tail, collected them separately and wrapped them in a piece of cloth.
The remaining bones were not removed, just cut into pieces one by one.
Lao Wang pulled out a small brocade bag from his waist, which surprised Song Pingcun. His clothes were in tatters, but this brocade bag was still as good as new. He took out a stone not much bigger than his thumb from his brocade bag and threw it to Fu Ji, "Let's light a fire!"
"Old Wang, just dry it on the stone slab tomorrow." However, Fu Ji looked at him hesitantly this time.
"Come on! Otherwise, this old man won't be able to survive tonight." Lao Wang weakly pointed at Ibsen.
Fu Ji clenched his fists and said no more. He took out a few shining silver feathers from his waist and piled them up in the middle of the cave. Taking the stone thrown by Lao Wang, he picked up a stone of about the same size from the ground. He rubbed the two stones lightly and a little bit. Sparks jumped out and landed on the feathers on the ground, and the flames began to rise. Although it was not as good as in the palace, the space here was not big after all.
The burning feathers did not disappear immediately, but seemed to be more durable than dry wooden sticks. Even the feathers of a few feathers were the best material to support combustion, but the feather rods were the real burning material, and The burning temperature raised the temperature of the entire cave a lot.
Judging from the color of the feathers, they should be those of the silver bird. No wonder he saw so many birds perching in that dilapidated palace last night but didn't even see a single feather. It turns out that it has such a magical effect. Last night, he The thin wooden stick I saw was probably the feather rod, but I thought it was a wooden stick.
Song Pingcun was amazed to see it!
After Fu Ji lit the fire, he stood up and handed the stone to Lao Wang. Lao Wang carefully opened the brocade bag and was about to put the stone back when he heard Song Pingcun say: "Lao Wang, can I see this flint?" ?”
Lao Wang was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously retracted his hand, but in an instant he let go and threw it in front of Song Pingcun. This action made Fu Ji almost fall down when he turned around, but Lao Wang stretched out his hand to help him, "Don't worry, he shouldn't be that kind of person."
These short actions and simple words made Song Pingcun realize that this stone was not simple, and he quickly said: "Thank you."
Picking up the stone from the ground, Song Pingcun observed it carefully, but he couldn't feel the sudden jump in his Dantian just now. After thinking about it, he picked up another stone from the ground and held it in his hand, but there was still no feeling for the stone in each hand. Any reaction.
Just when he was about to collide the two stones with each other just like Fu Ji did, Fu Ji shouted sharply: "Stop."
Song Pingcun paused, and Fu Ji and the other three women rushed over almost frantically, grabbed the stone in their hands, and held it tightly against their chests. For the first time since yesterday, he showed vigilance and hatred.
"I'm sorry!" When Song Pingcun saw this situation, he knew that he had probably done something malicious, and said apologetically: "I'm really sorry."
No matter what, I got this stone from Lao Wang. Even if my behavior was unintentional, the result obviously aroused the other party's disgust, so I apologized quickly.
Instead, Lao Wang was very quiet and said to Fu Ji and the girls, "Maybe he really doesn't know." He turned his head and looked at Song Pingcun, "Shouldn't you say something?"
Song Pingcun looked at Lao Wang's eyes and knew that it would be unreasonable if he didn't explain. "When Fu Ji made a spark just now, there seemed to be some strange movement in my Dantian. I just want to know why. I really don't know that two stones are like this. What will happen if there is a collision! If you offended or did something wrong, I sincerely apologize!"
"Are you from that sect or from the Emperor Star outside?" Lao Wang took the stone from Fu Ji's hand, looked at it and then at Song Pingcun, as if he was not satisfied with the answer, and asked.
"He's just a fool." It was Ibsen who answered.
