In theory!
Yin Ming can also be regarded as an evil god.
Weak, pitiful, and helpless, and without the vitality of infinite resurrection, he can be called the pillar of shame in the Evil God Realm.
The black dragon can easily crush him to death with just one dragon toe, and he can get a so-called godhead without having to compete with anyone.
Unfortunately, when the space ripples calmed down, the black dragon completely missed the opportunity.
Yin Ming completely disappeared into the vast void and appeared thousands of miles away on a bluestone shaped like a lying cow.
"Quack! Quack..."
Next to the bluestone, there is a withered crooked neck tree.
The dead branches were twisted like evil spirits baring their teeth and claws. On the treetops, two jackdaw-like creatures that had witnessed the great transformation were suddenly flashing their wings and making an unpleasant cry.
Good luck!
If he is teleported into the air or into the soil, he can only abandon this physical body and use his soul to escape.
However, the Jingtan envoy should take this into consideration and set the coordinates of the small moving immortal talisman at the boundary of the earth's surface, and within a range that is just right to ensure that it will not be affected.
"call!"
Yin Ming exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Looking around, the dark forest was extremely strange and eerie.
The memory of a serf remaining in the brain of his predecessor was only slightly better than that of a wild beast. After leaving Viscount Orson's mountain territory, his understanding of the world was not much better than that of an alien from the outside.
unknown!
Everything is possible, and that is the scariest thing in the world.
Perhaps, the surrounding trees will suddenly come to life in the next second.
Perhaps, there are hundreds of millions of extraordinary beings in this world, but just like ants and elephants, their lives are parallel and do not intersect, and Viscount Orson has no access to them at all.
Yin Ming climbed up a dead tree and found a thick branch to lean on to prevent him from being picked up by a sudden wild beast before he could react in time.
The Yuan Shen drove the corpse-dissolving gourd out of the body and kept flying upwards, overlooking the strange environment around him from a high place.
Behind him, there are endless steep mountains, and from time to time, the deep howls of wild beasts can be heard.
Ahead of the mountain lies a vast plain, and a majestic city stands scattered around small towns inhabited by humans.
"Go to a small town where humans live first. At least people can communicate with each other. It's safer than the wild beasts in the forest."
Yin Ming thought for a moment and decided to go to the human settlement.
As a Corpse Execution Immortal, his abilities have not been weakened due to different worlds, because originally in the Age of Ending Law, his abilities have been weakened to the extreme.
The dark night will not cause any trouble. There is no need to wait for dawn, and we immediately set off towards the human settlements at the foot of the mountain.
Once the visualization method has been cultivated to the realm of virtual electricity, one's eyes will be able to see in the dark, and one's spiritual thoughts will be fully extended, able to capture the wind and grass within a kilometer radius, and avoidance of ferocious carnivorous beasts will not be a problem.
However, it does not mean safety. If it is targeted by beasts with a keen sense of smell or birds in the sky, and is tracked and hunted as prey, then you can only try the sliding shovel tube, but it will not work!
Fortunately, the wild beasts in the forest were not very active during the night, so there were no dangers along the way.
When the eastern sky was dazzling and it was already dawn, we walked to the edge of the forest where there were people.
"Gu Gu!!"
A drumming sound came from Yin Ming's stomach.
In order to avoid making a fool of himself during the blood sacrifice, Viscount Orson washed the serfs inside and out three days in advance.
At this moment, thirsty, hungry and tired, I walked to a house and knocked on the door, ready to ask for some food.
"Who is it? Calling the door so early in the morning."
An old male voice sounded inside the house.
Then there was a rustling sound, dim lights illuminated, a prying eye came from the crack in the door, and then two shabby wooden doors were pushed open.
The person who opened the door was an old man with a kind face. He was extremely strong and tall, but a little stooped. He had a meticulously groomed gray beard and was wearing clean gray-white clothes.
The status should be that of a free citizen between aristocrats and serfs.
Yin Ming mobilized the few remaining memories of his predecessor and bowed politely: "I am a hunter who followed the lord into the mountains to hunt. I accidentally got separated from my companions! Now I am thirsty and hungry. Can the old gentleman give me some water and food?"
The old man looked at Yin Ming unscrupulously, not a hair was missing from his clothes, conversation, figure, skin color, from head to toe, and Yin Ming's whole body was covered with hair.
As if he was sure that Yin Ming was not a threat, a warm smile appeared on his face: "What a poor child! In such a cold weather, the kind-hearted owner can't bear to let the dog live outside. Come in and have a rest!"
"That--excuse me!"
Yin Ming hesitated for a moment.
Still decided to follow the old man into the house to take shelter from the wind.
At dawn, it is the lowest temperature of the day. Taking shelter from the wind can reduce the body's energy loss.
This primitive body did not die from the blood sacrifice, but was starved to death. That was a huge joke.
At first sight, there are old and broken tables and chairs, a brick fireplace with burned out firewood, a kerosene lamp hanging over the dining table, and messy daily necessities piled in the four corners.
"Who is it! Is it little Arthur back?" A trembling old woman walked out of the open wooden bedroom door.
The old man quickly turned around and told the old woman who had just come out of the back room: "Old woman, prepare to serve 'good' food. This poor child must be starving!"
The old woman nodded, took out the flour and began to pour water to knead the dough, knead it into a spun cone shape with both ends, and then put it in the fireplace to bake.
After a while, the aroma of bread filled the fireplace, and it was cut and brought out on a plate.
Based on the remaining information of 'Ino' brain nerve cells.
The staple food of the serfs was dry and hard black bread mixed with gravel and bran. The lord would only reward a few slices of white bread during festivals and busy harvest times when the lord was in a good mood.
After so much time
Snapped!
They are all starving to death!
Even if it is mixed with poison, you have to eat it. Besides, you still watch the other party cooking the whole process, and there is no action of poisoning at all.
"thanks for treatment!"
Yin Ming was indeed extremely hungry. If he didn't eat anything, his body might really starve to death.
He eats very quickly without being rude at all.
Not really – elegance never goes out of style.
The next meal has not yet been found there, so naturally, it is necessary to absorb as much nutrition as possible from the hard-won food. Only when food is fully chewed can the intestines and stomach use less energy to complete digestion.
"hehe……."
Yin Ming swallowed the last piece of bread.
The old man's kind smile disappeared in an instant, and he sneered twice with a sinister look on his face: "The bread you ate was made with the juice of drunken dragon grass. I bet you can't last ten seconds."
Making noodles?
Yin Ming: [……]
When others poison, they use poison as an additive.
Sprinkling two handfuls of flour directly into the poison, what kind of brain circuit is this? If it really doesn’t work, even if you get some technology, it won’t be a shame!
Yin Ming was about to use his mental power to control his body and spit out the food he had eaten. After thinking about it, he felt that it was not necessary.
It's just a little bit of anesthetic added. It's not a fatal poison, nor can it be eaten.
In less than ten seconds, the effects of the Drunk Dragon Herb took effect completely.
Yin Ming felt dizzy, his muscles all over his body were stiff, and his eyelids were as heavy as lead.
After passing out, his consciousness remained awake, his nerves were paralyzed and he couldn't control his body, as if he was being pressed against the bed by a ghost.
"You really don't behave like a slave. If you leave others alone, you might be able to get over it!"
"The skin color of the limbs is darker than other parts. There are many calluses on the hands, and there are healed whip marks on the back. It is clearly an escaped slave from which territory."
When the old man was young, he was an elite member of the slave-catching team.
The slave who took the initiative to send it to your door naturally had no reason to miss it.
He found a thick hemp rope from the pile of debris, put Yin Ming's hands behind his back, wrapped it around his neck and then passed it out under his ribs, wrapped it several times and tied it into a tight knot.
"Good teeth! Good health too! He is a good serf, and Old John will pay a good price for him!"
The old woman also came over. Like a dealer selecting livestock, she first carefully inspected the mouth of her teeth, then squeezed her biceps hard, revealing a few big yellow teeth in her cracked mouth.
Yin Ming: (¬_¬)ﾉ.
Yin Ming's soul left his body!
Look down at each other's every move.
The bread is a condiment, but it also replenishes energy, bringing the body back from the brink of death.
He didn't make any resistance and stared indifferently: "It's interesting. It has only been less than half a day since I regained my freedom. The familiar hemp rope has joined me again. I feel really at home."
The passing wind leaves a sound, and the passing geese leave traces.
Zhu Bajie's whereabouts have even been discovered.
In a world where nothing is unfamiliar, the more you do, the more likely you are to make mistakes. If you don’t do anything, you will never make mistakes.
Yin Ming currently only has these two strategic goals: 1. Immortality of the original physical body, 2. Use the soul to gradually become familiar with the world. As long as there is no conflict, he doesn't care about anything else.
"..."
The old man carried Yin Ming on his shoulders and pushed out the door.
He murmured happily: "With this money, little Arthur will definitely become a real knight, unlike me who wasted the potion in vain."
Then, he walked to the edge of the town without stopping. He was full of energy and didn't look like an old man at all.
Pushing the door and walking into a dilapidated cabin, a lame and skinny man lived inside. When he saw the old man, he was surprised and asked: "Old Arthur, have you returned to your old business?"
Yin Ming learned through conversation that the lame man was named John and he was an old slave trader.
After listening to some friendly negotiations, the two finally reached an agreement and settled the deal for 30 silver coins.
