The days of survival on a deserted island with the female president

After chatting with the injured man and woman, Yang Chen came to Bao Dachang's room with four transparent round stones.

Ever since he had a big fight with Yang Chen, the dignified Dachang village master can only sleep in a thatched hut every day, exposed to the wind and sun, so desolate.

Yang Chen gently knocked on the door of Bao Dachang's room, and under the influence of the knock, the earth-shattering snoring that was sleeping soundly stopped abruptly.

I only heard an impatient big man shout angrily, "Who is it? Why are they staying up so late?"

Yang Chen smiled at the corner of his mouth, he didn't expect this guy to get up.

"Dachang, it's me!"

Yang Chen said in a deep voice.

I only heard a commotion in the room, and after a while, the door was opened from the inside. Bao Dachang smiled and looked at Yang Chen with his clothes not fully dressed.

"Haha, it turned out to be Brother Yang. I don't know if Brother Yang is looking for my old bag so late. What's the matter?"

Bao Dachang's smirk was completely different from the angry sound he made when he got up before.

Even Bao Dachang didn't realize that after returning from the market, his attitude towards Yang Chen became more respectful.Before Yang Chen defeated him, he just thought that Yang Chen was very strong and could fight across the ranks, but now he is not only strong, but also invincible. Still not good?
"I do have something to ask you, let's go in and talk."

After finishing speaking, Yang Chen was not polite, and walked straight into the room.

Seeing Yang Chen's serious face, Bao Dachang couldn't help being curious, what would Yang Chen want to ask him.

Yang Chen sat by the bed, took out the four boulders in his arms, handed them to Bao Dachang and said,
"After I just came back, I went to Chen Ke and Sun Mei, and asked them briefly about the teleportation formation..."

Yang Chen simply recounted the conversation between him and the injured two to Bao Dachang.

"...So I suspect that this transparent round stone is the snake pill on the head of the Three-Color Viper King, but I still want you to confirm it."

Yang Chen also expressed his thoughts and judgments.

After hearing this, Bao Dachang frowned slightly, and took one of the round stones to observe carefully.

"The snake pill of the three-color viper king, I really saw it once!"

Bao Dachang's expression fell into memory, and he spoke.

"I remember that there was a big market in the forest one year. There was a very old man who sold this kind of snake pill on the street, saying that it could remove lesions and improve cultivation. That old guy called himself a poison king, but the crowd watching People passing by think that this guy is an old liar, after all, a master of the warrior realm may not be able to come out of the snake valley of the three-color viper, let alone he is a bad old man."

"Afterwards, under all kinds of ridicules from everyone, the old guy didn't sell a single snake pill. However, the incident left a deep impression on me, so I can basically tell that this round stone is that snake pill, because it looks exactly the same .”

Bao Dachang took the snake pill and looked left and right, and then said with a firm expression.

"Oh? If it's a snake pill, can the energy of this thing be big enough to activate the magic circle?"

Yang Chen still has some doubts in his heart, he always feels that a small snake pill can't be that powerful.

When Bao Dachang heard this, he smiled and said, "Brother Yang, you may still not know something when you are here for the first time!"

"This three-color viper king is a real third-tier mid-tier beast. Its strength is directly comparable to that of human warriors in the low-tier realm, and some snake kings can even reach third-tier high-tier beasts!"

Bao Dachang continued with an excited face.

"And the snake pill is the treasure that condenses all his energy. The energy of one snake pill is so big that it explodes, let alone four, maybe it can really activate the magic circle!"

After hearing this, Yang Chen understood a little more in his heart, he didn't expect that the three-color viper king was so powerful.

"Then do you know where the Snake Valley is?"

Yang Chen continued to ask.

"Hey, of course I know that, who doesn't know such a famous place!"

Bao Dachang said proudly, but he instantly realized something was wrong.

"Brother Yang, don't you want to go to the Snake Valley?"

Bao Dachang asked in a weak voice.

Yang Chen nodded lightly and said, "Well, otherwise why would I ask you these things."

After hearing this, Bao Dachang stood up from the bed in fright, and said in panic.

"Don't be joking with me! That place is really impossible to go, even the strong warriors will die, let alone little warriors like us!"

Bao Dachang quickly persuaded him, for fear that Yang Chen would make a decision.

"Oh? Is this place so scary?" Yang Chen asked in surprise.

Bao Dachang hurriedly explained.

"It was terrible that day. Although the ordinary three-color viper was only a first-level beast, there were hundreds of thousands of them in the snake valley. Once people went there, they would be gone! The snake king was even more terrifying. There used to be a high-level beast. The samurai went to Snake Valley and escaped after his arms were bitten off, but he was poisoned to death not long after! So don’t go to this place!”

Hearing Bao Dachang's words, Yang Chen was also shocked. He didn't expect that a small Snake Valley would be so troublesome, but he saw that the hope of returning to the outside world was right in front of him. If he didn't try it, would he still be living here? forever?
But if it is really as scary as Bao Dachang said, then this trip should really be considered carefully.

Just when Bao Dachang was about to continue persuading Yang Chen, Yang Chen made a pause gesture, signaling him to stop talking.

Yang Chen stood up, walked towards the door, and said calmly without looking back.

"Dachang, I appreciate your kindness, but I have to go to this adventure, and I have to go!"

Yang Chen's tone was full of firmness.

"If I don't go, although my friends won't say anything, they will definitely feel extremely disappointed in their hearts, because the person they trust the most escaped at a critical moment!"

"If I go, even if I am unfortunately buried there, it can be regarded as a way for everyone to find out, at least let them have a glimmer of hope to go back."

"What's more, I think I can succeed!"

After finishing speaking, Bao Dachang, who was still trying to say something and stayed behind, was stunned alone.

Yang Chen was walking back to the room, and he had already made a decision in his heart. He had always believed that the death of the body was not terrible. What he was most afraid of was that once a person lost hope for the future, he would be a real walking dead!
Back in the room, Yang Chen locked the door and lay on the bed alone.

When he was fighting Chen Mingyuan in the market this morning, he didn't have time to take a closer look at the small black sword that appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness. Now that he was free, Yang Chen couldn't wait to close his eyes and let his consciousness sneak into the sea of ​​consciousness.

In Yang Chen's mind, the little black sword was already indistinguishable from Hei Juejian, and it was floating in the air and spinning clockwise at a moderate speed.

Hei Juejian saw Yang Chen coming in, like a baby who saw something he liked, and made a buzzing sound of joy.

Seeing this scene, Yang Chen also felt a pity in his heart. Although he didn't know how Hei Juejian came to his sea of ​​consciousness, but this kind of closeness to him made Yang Chen couldn't help but want to touch it with his hands. blade.

Under the contact of thoughts, Yang Chen also roughly understood what the origin of this little sword is, to be precise, it should be the sword soul of Hei Juejian!

However, the moment Yang Chen's phantom touched the little black sword, the blade of the little black sword suddenly emitted a dazzling black light, dyeing the entire sea of ​​consciousness into pitch black ink!