Starting from the lifting of human restrictions

Chapter 111 Awakening
"Wake up, wake up!"

The sound of urn sound rang in the ears.

Yang Chu slowly opened his eyes, and saw a slightly honest young face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and there seemed to be a bit of joy on his face.

"You saved me?"

Yang Chu sat up slowly, and first took a look at the honest-looking young man in front of him. He was wearing a short coat of rough cloth, with thick hands and feet, rough skin on his face caused by long-term exposure to the sun, and long hair in a somewhat messy manner. Combed into a bun.

He looked around again, the messy wooden shed house was damp and shabby, except for the wooden bed piled with weeds where he lay, there was only a wooden table and chair.

The air is still faintly filled with the musty smell caused by humidity and the fishy smell of some fish and shrimp.

It can be seen that this is a rather simple and shabby residence.

"You're awake. If you don't wake up again, I can only throw you back into the sea."

Some honest young people saw Yang Chu wake up with his eyes open, and his tone was full of excitement.

But the second half of the sentence sounded a bit harsh, as if saying this was completely thoughtless.

"Haili? Where is this?"

Yang Chuzi didn't care about the tone of this simple and honest young man, but asked him where he was at the moment.

"Nanhuan Town, I was picking shells by the sea during the day, and when I saw you washed into the water, I brought you back. Did you encounter pirates? You were naked and had nothing on."

The honest young man scratched his head, looked at Yang Chu and asked another question.

"beach?"

Yang Chu frowned slightly when he heard this word.

Although Romania is also close to the Black Sea, Satu Mare, where he is located, is an inland area.

He recalled the picture he saw at the last moment in his mind.

At the end of the sky, a black spot whistled from far to near.

The missile, at least a powerful missile with medium and long distances, the moment it landed, even he had no time to react.

"my body?"

Yang Chu looked down at his body again, the familiarity of the body was still there, but...

At this moment, only dry skin and bones remained in his body, which was even thinner than when he was resurrected for the first time. It seemed that his flesh and blood were almost exhausted in the previous regeneration.

The bones seem to have been traumatized to a certain extent, the internal organs seem to have become a little weaker, and the extraordinary perception brought about by the powerful body seems to be further weakened.

His consciousness and brain thinking also seemed to be a little sluggish because of the exhaustion of his body's energy.

"Brother Fang, this man is awake, do you think it's time..."

At this time, a slightly old voice came from a corner of the hut.

Yang Chu looked sideways, only to find an old man in his sixties or seventies sitting there.

The weakening of perception made him wake up, and he didn't notice for a while that there was an old man who looked like a wooden sculpture sitting there.

The old man's skin was black and yellow, and there was not much hair left, but he still wore a crooked bun, his back was bent, and he stood up from a wooden pier tremblingly, looking at the simple and honest young man expectantly.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang."

The simple and honest young man fumbled here and there, and finally found two copper coins from the rag-rolled belt he was wearing, and handed them to the old man's haggard hand.

"Brother Fang, you are so simple-minded, the old man can't say anything about you, you just have a kind heart."

The old man took the two copper plates tremblingly, and grinned with a toothless smile. As he spoke, he hunched over and walked unsteadily towards the outside of the wooden shed.

"It's Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang summoned your soul."

The simple and honest young man looked at Yang Chu looking towards him, grinned and showed his yellow teeth, and laughed, "After I picked you up from the beach, the people in the village said you were lost, let me invite you Uncle Zhang called your soul."

"Soul?"

Yang Chu showed doubts on his face. He had read so many books in his memory, so he naturally understood that this was a custom spread among rural witches and gods.

It is common for someone to go to a foreign country and come back suddenly ill, or mentally disturbed, or comatose. There are family members or full-time witches and gods who do this, light candles and incense, and carry out soul-calling.

This kind of thing is unscientific and Yang Chu has no way of knowing, but some cases seem to have happened.

but--

Yang Chu didn't bother to think about these things now. He didn't know why his body didn't die immediately after his consciousness fell into a coma, but after regaining control of his body, he could feel the strong sense of hunger.

It seems like every cell is crying out for a massive energy and nutritional boost.

"Anything to eat?"

Yang Chu looked at the simple and honest young man in front of him, and asked directly.

"Oh, there are."

Hearing Yang Chu's words, the honest young man seemed to have just remembered, and hurried out of the wooden shed, and came in with a wooden bowl not long after.

The wooden bowl contained extremely thin porridge, which was slightly yellowish in color, and it could be seen that it was not made of good rice.

Yang Chu took the wooden bowl and tested the temperature with his lips. It was neither cold nor hot. He immediately picked up the wooden bowl and poured it into his mouth.

"Any more?"

After finishing a bowl of gruel, Yang Chu seemed to cheer up a little bit, looked at the simple and honest young man, and asked again.

"Have."

The honest young man took the empty bowl, ran out the door again, and came in again not long after.

This time the porridge in the wooden bowl was much lighter than last time.

Yang Chu glanced at the gruel in the wooden bowl, then at the honest young man who was standing aside and slightly licking his lips, and suddenly stopped moving.Passed the porridge in the wooden bowl to the simple and honest young man, "You drink!"

"No, no, no." The honest young man waved his hands again and again, "Brother, you are weak and need some porridge to recover. I was sick before and couldn't eat, so I just drank a little porridge."

The honest young man seemed not very good at words, and suddenly pointed to a large pile of scattered seafood in the corner, "I'll just eat that."

"Ok?"

Yang Chu saw a large pile of shells and oysters scattered in the corner of the wall, and forced the wooden bowl in his hand to the simple and honest young man, and then climbed off the bed supporting his weak body.

click-

An oyster the size of an egg was bitten open by Yang Chu.

After sucking it, he sucked the soft meat of the oyster into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it quickly.

Shells, conch, oysters, clams...

Yang Chu took one bite at a time. At first he just bit off the shell and ate the meat inside. At the back, he also put some small hard shells in his mouth, chewed them, and swallowed them directly.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Chu devoured all kinds of seafood weighing more than twenty or thirty catties.

And his whole complexion also quickly recovered in this short moment, and even his dull and withered body seemed to gradually become flexible and full.

"You, you... are you a warrior?"

The simple and honest young man who stood by and stared dumbfounded saw Yang Chu stand up after eating a bunch of seafood, he was tongue-tied for a while, and asked this question.

　This is a new volume, I wrote several beginnings, and the last one is more satisfactory~~
　　
　
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