Contract Spirit Beast Cultivation Manual

Bai Yuehui stayed in the inn for a few days, and finally survived this severe cold, but he still didn't dare to take it lightly, wearing thick autumn clothes all the time, and sneezing all the time these days, I don't know if it was because of the cold, or because of that wicked ghost. Talk bad about yourself behind your back.

He packed up his things and led Hong Yu back on the road. After all, the sooner he sent the blessing card over, the earlier he could go to his small southern town to spend the winter.

The weather was very good these few days, the sky was clear all the way, Hong Yu was also working hard, running wildly all the way, and soon saw the shadow of Fengleimu.

The Fenglei tree grows in the plain, and there is only this single tree in a few miles around. The tree is a hundred feet high, and the branches seem to be able to touch the clouds, and because the branches and leaves are sparse, the sky behind can be seen through the branches. When there is thunder and thunder, people can see under the tree as if dark clouds and lightning are surging between the branches, hence the name Fengleimu. Because there is no second such tree in the world, it is crowned again. With the name of unparalleled in the world, many people will pray to him for blessings.

Now Fengleimu stands there far away, and a huge cloud floats on the top of the tree.

Bai Yuehui stood under the Fenglei tree and looked up at the tall Fenglei tree. Countless prayer cards fluttered in the wind, like countless leaves.

He carefully took out the kit with the blessing card, hung the small blessing card on the branch closest to him, and tied it tightly with a red ribbon.

He had just fastened the prayer card when the cloud on the top of the tree suddenly changed color and fell down in pitch black. Before he could react, a bright bolt of lightning struck down and hit him solidly.

It wasn't until Bai Yuehui fell straight down that the terrifying cloud gradually returned to its original appearance.

After waiting for a long, long time, Bai Yuehui gradually woke up, and his body became much heavier, as if lying on the ground caused his body to catch a cold, and the cold recurred.

He stood up slowly, and found that his whole body was sore and painful, as if he had been whipped. Fengleimu still stood silently in front of him, with that white flocculent cloud pressing down on the top of the tree.

He backed away slowly, and found that Hong Yu had already run away, probably because he was startled by the thunder.

There was nothing here but grass, so he had to walk back.

He stopped and walked, his stomach was empty, and there were a few sounds of protest.But the front and back here are all grasslands, so there is nothing to eat to fill your stomach.

In desperation, Bai Yuehui had no choice but to go back to his old job, wanting to catch a rabbit to roast and eat, but suddenly found that he had lost those special abilities.

He has completely become an ordinary person.

He confirmed it over and over again in disbelief, only to come to the same conclusion in the end.

He really lost those abilities.

He guessed that it might have something to do with Feng Leimu, but these guesses were of no use to him now - if he couldn't find food and Hong Yu didn't come back, he might die on the way back to the city due to disease and hunger.

Looking at the vast grassland, he felt helpless like never before.

It was already afternoon, and he would definitely not be able to go back before dark, but spending the night in the wild would undoubtedly aggravate his condition, which made him very worried.

He could only move forward helplessly, only praying that it would not rain, otherwise he would not be able to get out.

Although he has no special ability, he has experienced field survival training to some extent. If he is not sick, it is not a problem to survive, but now he can hardly lift a little bit of strength, and his whole body seems to be heavy with lead. , dizzy in his head, preventing himself from thinking, as if he might fall into the swamp at any time and never climb out again.

He struggled until it was dark, and finally saw a few scattered trees, but there was still no food. Fortunately, his illness temporarily subsided his appetite, so that he would not have too much hunger.

At first he wanted to set the whole tree on fire, but failed because the leaves were still too wet. He struggled to break off the dead branches and made a few small fires to provide short-term warmth.

He regretted that he didn't bring a knife with him, even a small knife would be of great help to his current situation, and he somewhat missed his green candle sword that had been turned into pieces of iron long ago.

The small flames surrounded him, but the late autumn dew still broke through this thin layer of defense, easily wetted his hair, leaving a string of small mist beads.

It was already noon when he woke up the next day, with a cramping pain in his stomach, reminding him that his body had almost reached the upper limit of hunger, so he had no choice but to move forward slowly while looking for prey that could be caught.

In the end, knowing that the night came again, he still found nothing. Fortunately, he found an edible wild vegetable, which could barely fill his stomach.

As he walked forward, the trees gradually became denser, and he was finally able to collect enough branches to spend a warm night. At this time, he was extremely grateful that he wore a thick autumn coat and a generous cloak before leaving.Although they are now covered with mud and make themselves look like a groundhog, they are the best weapons against the cold night.

On the afternoon of the third day, after passing out twice because of the pain in his stomach full of wild vegetables, he finally caught a short-tailed rabbit. He could hardly bear to eat it alive, even though the rabbit was too old to run. .

He roasted the rabbit in a daze, barely enough to fill his stomach, but he had a fever again, and fell asleep beside the fire.

He stumbled into a heavy dream, in which there were lively little rabbits everywhere, and the river was crowded with dense fat fish, which could be caught as soon as he stretched out his hand, he greedily caught one after another, and finally He found that the fishing net in his hand was leaking, and he didn't catch a single fish. The rabbits and fish all disappeared suddenly, and a swarm of wasps came from nowhere, buzzing around him, and stung him all at once. There was a burning pain on his face, and he gradually woke up from the pain, only to suddenly find that the unextinguished charcoal fire had ignited the hood of the cloak, and the flame had already burned his face just now, that's why the burning pain was so intense.

He quickly took off his cloak and extinguished the flames, but it was too late, a large area of ​​skin on the brow of his right cheek had been burnt, and it became bloody and bloody.

He slumped on the ground, silently enduring the pain of the burns, gasping for breath until he was dizzy before his eyes.

Half an hour later, he started to set off again.

This seemed to be a long and endless journey, and it finally came to an end that afternoon.

He staggered back to the inn in a way that almost frightened the shop assistants.

He asked someone to buy burn medicine, but the doctor said it was too late, and it was an ugly scar after healed.

After mechanically pouring down a bowl of porridge, he lay down on the wooden bed in the inn again.

The first snow of this winter fell outside the window.

He watched numbly the snowflakes falling, as if each blossom had become a sharp weapon for killing, with sharp light shining from every corner.

They are beautiful killers sent by the cold winter.

And he was lucky to escape.

At this moment, the rough wooden bed under him has become the warmest nest bed, as if nesting here can resist all the cold and danger.

He was thankful that he had paid the rent for a few days more, so that he was not driven out at this terrible time and became the first sacrifice when the cold winter came.

The situation he was facing was still grim. After buying all kinds of medicines, he only had one gold coin and two silver coins left in his pocket, and he didn't know where the other gold coin was lost.

If you only drink porridge tomorrow, you can last for eight days if you eat enough every day.

The inn can also stay for six days.

Regardless of the burns, the cold and stomach pain must be greatly improved within five days, otherwise he will not be able to go out to make money, and if he has no money, he will be kicked out and sleep with the cold Shuofeng.

He pinned all his hopes on these medicines.You must get better, otherwise you may not be able to survive this winter.