Landing 300 years in advance

The night fell, at the entrance of Xiahe Village, although Chen Ronghuo was not there, the villagers still followed the tradition and lit a big bonfire, cutting up the meat of the shadow leopard.

The people who stayed in Xiahe Village ate less, and many people just drank a few mouthfuls of soup.

Most of the shadow leopard meat went to the members of the hunting team and the children who practiced martial arts in the village.

The meat of the demon is of great use to the warriors, so they naturally have their own distribution plan for it.

The hunting team is the backbone of Xiahe Village, and the children are the future of Xiahe Village, so they are allocated the most.

Haha!

After eating and drinking, the warrior apprentices and the members of the hunting team came to the open space, and with loud shouts, they played the incomplete version of the Tiger Refining Heart Fist.

The Tiger Refining Heart Fist is a top-grade fist for apprentices, and the incomplete version is only of the lower grade, which is the most popular fist in the Continent of Gods.

It was just because Xiahe Village was too poor, so even when they reached the level of formal warriors, they still practiced this boxing.

However, one figure after another moved freely under the light of the blazing bonfire, stirring up a strong boxing wind, and still performed a wild scene.

They practiced boxing at this time, and they were digesting the huge nutrients in the shadow leopard meat through boxing, transforming it into their own blood and energy to enhance their strength.

The sound of these people practicing boxing was huge, but Chen Ronghuo was completely unaware of this scene.

After he returned to the house, he fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The power of the warlock mainly comes from the soul.

The transformation of the body by the warlock certificate is mainly aimed at the transformation of the soul.

Chen Ronghuo originally did not have the qualifications of a warlock.

He obtained the qualifications of a warlock through the warlock certificate, and a mysterious mark was imprinted in his soul, which had sequelae.

This sequelae is lack of energy and always wanting to sleep.

He wanted to cure this sequelae, unless he took a special treasure that could restore the soul, he could only recover through a long rest.

Just as the warriors in Xiahe Village were practicing martial arts enthusiastically, and Chen Rong was in a dream, a long black figure suddenly came to Xiahe Village from the upper reaches of the big river near the village, that is, the direction of Shanghe Village, with stiff steps.

This long black figure, under the moonlight, had a creepy white face.

Especially his eyes were empty and dead, as if he had no soul at all.

At the same time, if someone was around him, they would smell an unpleasant corpse odor from him.

After approaching Xiahe Village, he turned his stiff head and looked at the bonfire where Huang Tiesheng and others were. He seemed to sense that the blood and qi fluctuations emanating from there were too strong. He hesitated for a moment, then bypassed there and slowly walked into the village from the other side.

After entering the village, the black figure continued to move stiffly, walking slowly from house to house along the village road.

It seemed that because there was no one at home, he did not stop.

Until,

he walked to the door of Chen Ronghuo's house.

The fence gate in front of the courtyard gate could not stop his steps at all.

He took a step forward, and the fence gate fell to the ground with a bang.

Then the black figure continued to walk forward expressionlessly, until he came to the door of Chen Ronghuo's house, he stopped.

The next moment, he raised his spotted arm and knocked on Chen Ronghuo's door again and again.

"Dong, Dongdong..."

The strange knocking sound sounded, as if it could hit people's hearts directly and make people's hearts stagnate.

Even Chen Ronghuo, who was in deep sleep, frowned at this moment, as if he had some difficulty breathing.

"Dong, Dong..."

The black figure kept knocking on Chen Ronghuo's door, each time heavier than the last, until the door frame began to shake.

The old wooden door even cracked with a click.

But Chen Ronghuo was too sleepy.

He was in a deep sleep, unaware of all this, and had no intention of waking up.

"Dong!"

Finally, after knocking on the door countless times, the black figure paused, and a strange color seemed to flash in his empty and dead eyes.

Then he slowly turned around, took stiff steps, and walked along the village road, away from Xiahe Village.

After the black figure left, Chen Ronghuo turned over in the house, and his eyebrows were relaxed again.

Meow!

Shortly after the black figure left, a fat cat dragged back a sack of salted fish from somewhere. When he saw that his fence door was broken by something, he suddenly showed a trace of anger on his face.

When he quickly came to the fence door and sniffed it, his face changed suddenly after smelling an astonishing stench of corpses.

Then he no longer cared about the sack of salted fish in his mouth.

Roar!

After throwing away the sack of salted fish, his body grew slightly bigger, and from the depths of his throat he let out a roar like the one he made this morning when he threatened the Wood Spirit Demon Butterfly. Then his whole body rushed to the door of the house like a flash of lightning, jumped up, and rushed in through the crack of the window on the side of the door.

Meow!

When the fat cat rushed into the house and saw Chen Ronghuo still sleeping in a big letter shape, as if nothing had happened, he let out a long breath.

As it exhaled, its orange fur gradually smoothed down.

You dare to be my master's cook,

No matter what you are,

Don't let me catch you...

After being angry for a while, the fat cat's body returned to its original state.

Then it jumped lightly, picked up the quilt that was thrown aside by Chen Ronghuo with its mouth, and covered Chen Ronghuo with it again.

Then it looked at Chen Ronghuo, lowered its head, and got into the quilt, sleeping beside Chen Ronghuo.

As for the sack of salted fish thrown at the gate of the yard...

How could salted fish be more important than the cook who wanted to be its master?

The cook was almost killed, and it was so palpitating that it had no time to think about anything else at this time.

At this time, it just wanted to be quiet,

just wanted to stay quietly by Chen Ronghuo's side.

The next day.

Chen Ronghuo slept until noon. When he woke up, he found that the fat cat who had come back at some point had actually crawled into his bed. He smiled.

"Meow meow meow..."

He rubbed the fat cat with both hands. After waking up the fat cat, the fat cat immediately opened its mouth and called several times, as if reminding him of something.

But he didn't understand cat language at all. He thought the fat cat was hungry again, so he smiled and said, "I know, it must be hungry, right?

Don't worry, I'll make you something delicious later."

As he said this, he put on his clothes, got off the kang, opened the door and walked out of the house.

When he opened the door, he suddenly felt something strange.

I don't know why the door that was fine yesterday suddenly became a little shaky.

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