"A medicine? What medicine?" Zhang Chu asked.
The old village chief shook his head: "How do I know this? I just heard from the older generation that there may be a terrifying big grave near us."
Immediately afterwards, the old village chief told Zhang Chu all the information he knew:
"I heard that that big tomb will give birth to a special medicine every sixty years."
"And those outsiders and big monsters are just trying to snatch that medicine."
"As for what that medicine is, what it is used for, and how powerful it is, that is not something that small villagers like us can know."
Zhang Chu suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. No wonder, so many outsiders and big monsters have come to the Demon Ruins recently!"
The old village chief hurriedly warned: "Don't tell other people about this. I'm afraid that if someone doesn't know their own worth and tries to take advantage of that medicine, it will bring disaster to our small village."
Zhang Chu nodded immediately: "Don't worry, I believe that our villagers are not that reckless."
At this moment, Zhang Chu began to connect all the clues.
The night of the demon ruins, pollution, the terrifying tomb, the mysterious medicine, the pollution that may disappear overnight one day in the future...
Zhang Chu felt that there seemed to be some big secret in it.
The old village chief sighed: "Sir, it's useless to think about it. We can't control the things in this monster market. We are just ordinary villagers. We just need to store enough food and stay in the village."
At this point, the old village chief's eyes became distant: "Actually, the real chaos has not begun yet..."
Zhang Chu's heart skipped a beat: "What does real chaos look like?"
The old village chief said:
"I remember that sixty years ago, people from a large tribe came to our village and kidnapped many young people. Those people never came back."
"I still remember that there used to be a monster as big as a small mountain, bleeding at the entrance to our village!"
"It's a pity that the people in the village were so weak at that time that they couldn't even get close to its body and couldn't eat the meat at all."
"There was also a swordsman who split the mountain in half with one sword, and the huge rolling stone almost buried our village."
"There are also some evil people from outside who will forcefully enter the village and let the women in the village sleep with them..."
"However, our jujube tree god will protect us and make it through safely."
Zhang Chu was horrified when he heard this, and he took a deep breath: "If we don't become stronger, we will ultimately have to resign ourselves to fate."
The old village chief sighed: "Hey, in the Monster Market, human life is not valuable."
But then, the old village chief became happy again: "It's better now. Since Mr. came to our Zaoye Village, the village has not been hungry for a long time. Moreover, the children and the hunting team are much stronger than before."
Zhang Chu felt that these were not enough.
If you want to live a stable life in the Demon Ruins, you must have the strength to protect yourself.
Now, Tong Qingshan has embarked on the path of cultivation, obtained a precious medicine, and entered seclusion.
So, what about everyone else?
Also, a map of mountains and seas appeared in Zhang Chu's body, and his strength was also increasing. The idea of hiding in a small village and surviving for a lifetime gradually faded away.
Now, Zhang Chu also hopes that he will become stronger. One day, he may be able to leave the demon ruins and taste the taste of demons in other places.
"Get stronger step by step!" Zhang Chu thought in his heart.
In the following period, the outside world began to be chaotic again.
There are constant fights between outsiders, but they seem to have some special agreements not to disturb the tranquility of the small village.
In Zaoye Village, everyone is working hard to improve themselves, and the consumption of Yaoning Cream is increasing.
Everyone was holding back their energy, hoping to be able to form a demon pill like Tong Qingshan.
Tong Qingshan entered a special state. He actually formed a thick cocoon of light, and his aura was completely covered.
"Sir, is Daddy hungry? He hasn't eaten meat for six days." Little Putao blinked his big eyes, very worried.
Zhang Chu touched Little Putao's head: "No, Qingshan is making a breakthrough, don't worry."
"How long will it take for daddy to come out?" Little Putao asked.
Zhang Chu muttered: "Generally speaking, the shortest time is half a month, and the longest time is maybe three months."
Cocoon formation does not occur for all practitioners.
It is recorded in "The Great Demon Art" that only a few creatures can form cocoons while practicing in seclusion.
This is a self-protection mechanism that prevents the breath from leaking out and being taken advantage of by terrible enemies.
Now, Tong Qingshan's light cocoon is coiled there like a pile of withered grass. If you are not familiar with it, you will not know that there is someone sitting there.
In the evening of this day, the children who had finished their exercise gathered under the old jujube tree and listened to Zhang Chu's lecture:
"To the east of the East China Sea, there is a giant tree named Qiu Mulang..."
At this moment, two special people came outside the small village.
An old man with white beard and white hair, accompanied by a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, stood at the entrance of Zaoye Village.
"Well... the children in this small village are very unusual!" The old man looked at the children in Zaoye Village with a look of shock.
But then, the old man shook his head again: "It's a pity. Being born in the demon ruins is destined to be a tragedy."
The girl looked at the old jujube tree carefully, and soon she was also surprised: "The patron saint of this village is different from the patron saints of other villages. He is very peaceful, but he should not be underestimated."
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"Outsiders!" Huzi was not paying attention to the lecture and was the first to notice them.
Zhang Chu and the children looked towards the entrance of the village.
Many children became nervous. Last time, three women came and turned out to be big monsters who wanted to cut down the old jujube trees, which left a very bad impression on the children.
Now, children are instinctively wary of outsiders.
Zhang Chu comforted the children a little: "Don't worry, I'll go see what's going on."
Soon, Zhang Chu arrived at the entrance of the village.
"Can we stay here for one night?" the girl asked, with a very educated voice and a sweet voice.
She was wearing a fiery red fox fur coat, and her boots were also made of red fox fur. She looked very energetic and energetic.
The old man had a kind face and kind eyes, twirling his beard and looking at Zhang Chu with some approval: "I can't believe that there are people in this small mountain village who can read. It is an interesting small village."
Zhang Chu asked: "I wonder what's going on with you two?"
At this time, the old man said: "The night in this demonic ruins is difficult, so we want to stay overnight. I don't know if it is convenient."
Zhang Chu felt that the grandfather and grandson had no ill intentions, so Zhang Chu invited them into the village.
When people in the small village learned that there were outsiders, many people immediately came out.
The old village chief was also hospitable and asked everyone to bring out the pickled pork jerky to entertain the grandfather and grandson.
During the conversation, we learned that the grandson’s surname was Mo and the girl’s name was Mo Xi. They said they were visiting the Demonic Ruins.
Zhang Chu then called the old man Mo Lao, and addressed the girl Mo Xi by her first name.
Soon, the pork was dry-roasted, and the rich aroma overflowed. The golden-brown barbecue, paired with various condiments collected in the mountains, made Mr. Mo and Mo Xi's index fingers twitch.
"Wow, it smells so good!" Mo Xi couldn't help exclaiming.
Mr. Mo smiled and said: "I can't believe that the food in your small village is so particular. It's hard to see such barbecue in the outside world. Well, these seasonings are very special!"
Little Grape shouted happily: "That's because Mr. is literate and he taught us how to use those herbs to make seasonings. That one is called cumin!"
Soon, Mr. Mo and Mo Xi began to eat the barbecue in the small village and praised it full of praise.
After eating for a while, Mo Xi finally said: "Your village is so amazing. I see that many of your children are no worse in physical strength than the geniuses of the sects outside!"
Huzi immediately shouted: "That's for sure. It won't take long for us to form the demon elixir and be able to practice!"
"Yes, we will be able to form a demon pill soon!" Another child also shouted.
Zhang Chu's expression changed slightly. The children were still too young and didn't know how to keep secrets.
What Xiao Cun wants to practice should not be known to these outsiders.
However, Mo Xi and Mr. Mo looked stunned and were stunned.
Soon, Mo Xi raised his head and burst into laughter: "Hahaha... You don't want to learn from the monsters in the mountains and make demon pills, hahaha..."
She seemed to have heard some incredible joke and was overjoyed.
Mr. Mo also smiled and shook his head: "You can't form a demon elixir! Humans are not monsters, how can they form a demon elixir?"
