Cultivating Ghosts: There is a Pink Skull at the beginning

Chapter 38 Little Bird
On a towering giant tree in the Demon King Forest, two black eagles stood in their nests and looked ahead. There were two black spots approaching from a distance.

Soon the other two black eagles landed in this pot-shaped nest made up of dead branches, leaves and animal bones.

"Father, the little bird in the forest has already set its sights on Xiaobao."

The Black Eagle King stared at his children, and said calmly: "I just spared his life for the sake of the hag's sake, and I'm not his running dog. This matter has nothing to do with us."

Takano didn't understand, "Why don't we help him?"

"Helping him means killing the birds and beasts in the forest. Those are our people!" The Eagle King said coldly, "They are our food and our nourishment. If we kill them, this forest will die."

Takano doesn't understand Eagle King's way of ruling, but he can't disobey Eagle King's education.

All monks will gather relatives and friends, will gather men.

Even a ghost cultivator and an evil cultivator will gather a group of cronies or gangsters.

Powerful monks also need the support of the sect, unless the gap is huge, or they will generally stand at the top of the pyramid and supply chain.

All the birds and beasts in the Monster King Forest compete with each other, and only when flesh and blood and monster energy gather in this forest can a strong man like the Eagle King be born.

This resource is not much, and more resources are needed to maintain the resources of the four eagle clans, so if we want to get some from the sea, we will also go outside the territory to catch some.

The Eagle King will not damage his basic board for the sake of the hag, but he will not participate in the struggle between humans and birds and beasts.

Before the balance is broken, all struggles are the normal manifestation of the way of heaven.

The weak will be eliminated. Whether it is birds, beasts, monsters or humans, they instinctively hunt and kill the old, weak, sick and disabled.

Chen Taiyi is the weak in the eyes of birds, beasts and monsters.

Jackals are afraid of fierce tigers, but they will show extraordinary aggressiveness towards lonely tiger cubs.

Chen Taiyi didn't know that he had become a target.

In the morning, Mrs. Chen got up early to practice.

Cultivation is to make the body stronger, and also to be able to use the Eighteen Palms of Fish and Dragon better.

Summoning new towels and tools also requires more aura, plus I also want to become stronger early and go home with the attitude of a master.

Wolf Girl came out of the house and saw Chen Taiyi coming over after practicing, standing in front of Chen Taiyi and looking at the human monk curiously.

In the past few days, the wolf girl has discovered one thing. It turns out that this child is not a human being, but a human monk!

Humans and human monks in the storybook are two different things, so the wolf girl also thinks that humans and human monks are two different things.

Human monks are the enemies of monsters, and every human monk is very powerful.

However, there are also human monks who will raise some birds and dogs, or horses.

I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it, because after following the human monks, I can eat enough and become stronger quickly.

The wolf girl quickly crawled down and turned into a white wolf.

White Wolf doesn't know how to practice, and even absorbs the essence of heaven and earth relying on instinct.

So at this time, she instinctively lay beside Chen Taiyi, and while Chen Taiyi was practicing, she would grab some benefits along the way.

Ooze No. [-] went out from the kitchen, slowly crawled to the back of the yard, and started sweeping in the medicine field.

The black slime quickly squirmed onto a bird, blending the crushed bird into its body.

Not long after, the body of Ooze No. [-] seemed to have the heads and slender feet of more than a dozen birds.

Along with the squirming and crawling of Ooze No. [-], the bodies of those little birds are slowly melting away and sinking into the mud.

On the fence outside the yard, on the branches and stones in the distance, and in the grass on the ground outside the fence, little birds were quietly watching the mud monster.

Ooze One has no intelligence, and no instincts other than eating, but it is strong, and those little birds are no match for it.

After more than an hour, Chen Taiyi and Bai Lang came to water and pick vegetables.

"It's better to eat some vegetables in the morning. I'll dig a big radish and eat it!"

Chen Taiyi came here happily and dug a big white radish from the field where the radish was buried.

The white wolf also came over. At this time, the white wolf raised his head and found many birds flying outside.

One big and one small didn't care about those little birds and continued their peaceful life.

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A few days later, a group of ginseng collectors came from the mountain.

There are a total of eight ginseng collectors, all of whom are elderly and middle-aged people in their 50s and [-]s.

Everyone wears a bamboo hat on their head, carries a medicine bell on their back, a short knife hanging on their waist, a bamboo stick in one hand to explore the way, and their feet are tied with leggings for walking.

The less people in the forest, the easier it is to have undiscovered medicinal materials and ginseng.

There are only two reasons for the lack of people, one is dangerous, and the other is barren.

The Demon King Forest is not barren here, only dangerous.

Most of the ginseng pickers who are willing to risk their lives in the Demon King's Forest are desperadoes who are in desperate need of money.

People who often hang around in the rivers and lakes or on the road know that this kind of middle-aged and elderly people are the most dangerous people. They are more willing to fight for their lives and kill people.

Regardless of wild beasts or passers-by, they are used to seeing them, and they have not only accumulated experience in collecting herbs, but also other experiences.

The goal of ginseng harvesters is ginseng, which is only found in mountains or forests. Even some precious medicinal materials are mostly found on high mountains and cliffs.

The group was aiming for a mountain location away from the seaside cottage, which it was at the outset.

A crow flew from the branch.

"Spiritual ginseng by the sea, protected by the white wolf."

"Grass seeds bloom, and Danxiang is everywhere."

The crow croaked over and over again, and then flew to the seaside.

The ginseng picker below quickly stopped, raised his head and looked around.

The middle-aged hunter said to a thin old man with a white beard, "Second Master, you are a guide bird."

Several people nearby also looked at the headed old man.

Although the old man is thin and weak, he has a fierce spirit on his body. The person who can be the leader of the team is usually the one with the most prestige and means.

"Go and see!"

The rest of the people have no objection, and they have seen some monsters along the way, but they will avoid them if they can be avoided.

It's not that you can't beat it, it's that it's unnecessary.

But this time it has been out for so long, and no ginseng and valuable medicinal beasts have been found.

To be in this industry is to take risks. If you see something good, if you don't sell it, you are unlikely to engage in this kind of bloody industry.

Following the little bird in the sky, a group of people quickly left the original route and arrived at a mountainside position that did not belong to their route.

On the mountainside, several people quickly saw the medicine field behind the yard, the child playing in the yard, and the white wolf.

"Second Master..." Several people looked at the old man.

The old man narrowed his eyes and said: "Wait a minute, see if there are any adults in the family, if you can do it, just do it!"

(End of this chapter)