Start With Lifting The Restrictions

Start With Lifting The Restrictions Chapter 111

2021-11-01

Chapter 111 Awakening

"Awake, wake up!"

in a low, muffled voice ringing in the ear.

Yang Chu opened his eyes slowly, and saw a young face with strong features and a little honesty, his face seemed to be a little excited.

"You rescued me?"

Yang Chu sat up slowly, and first glanced at the simple-looking young man in front of him, who was wearing a short cloth with coarse cloth. The coat, the hands and feet are thick, the face is rough skin caused by long-term exposure to the sun, the hair is very long, and some messy hair is combed into a bun.

He looked around again, the messy wooden shacks, damp and shabby, except for the wooden bed with weeds piled on him, there was only a wooden table and chairs.

The air was faintly filled with the musty smell caused by humidity and some fishy smells like shrimps.

As you can see, this is a rather shabby and shabby dwelling.

"You're awake. If you don't wake up, I'll have to throw you back into the sea."

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

But the second half of the sentence has several points of harshness, as if saying this without thinking at all.

"In the sea? Where is this?"

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

"Nanhuan Town, I was picking up shells at the beach during the day, and when I saw you were washed into the water, I picked you up. Did you meet a pirate? No clothes."

The simple and honest young man scratched his head, looked at Yang Chu and asked again.

"Beach?"

Yang Chu frowned slightly when he heard the word.

Romania is also close to the Black Sea, but Satu Mare is inland.

He recalled the last picture he saw in his mind.

A black spot at the end of the sky whistled from far to near.

A missile, at least a huge might missile at medium and long distances, fell, and even he didn't have time to react.

"My body?"

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

At this moment, His body was only dry and skinny, and it was 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 skeleton seems to have suffered a certain trauma, and the internal organs seem to have become weaker, and the extraordinary perception brought by the powerful body seems to be further weakened.

His consciousness and brain thinking also seem to have become a little slow because the energy of the body is too exhausted.

"Fang Family little brother, this person is awake, do you think it's time to..."

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 60s and 70s sitting there.

The weakening of his perception caused him to wake up, but he didn't notice an old man who looked like a wooden sculpture sitting there for a while.

The old man's skin was black and yellow, and his hair was not much left, but he was still wearing a crooked bun, his back was hunched, and he stood up tremblingly from a wooden pier, looking expectantly. A simple and honest youth.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang."

The simple and honest young man rubbed his body around, and finally turned over the belt he was wearing, which was rolled up in rags. I found two copper plates and handed them to the old man's withered hands.

"Fang Family little brother, you are so stupid, old fogey can't say anything about you, you are kind-hearted."

The old man took the two copper plates tremblingly, He grinned and showed a smile that lacked front teeth. As he spoke, he stooped and moved towards the outside of the wooden hut.

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

The simple and honest young man looked at Yang Chu and looked at him, grinned with yellow teeth and smiled. Get up, "After I picked you up from the beach, the people in the village said you lost your soul and asked me to ask Uncle Zhang to call you a soul."

"Call a soul?"

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A look of doubt appeared on Yang Chu's face. He had read so many books in his memory, and he naturally understood that this was a custom spread among village gods and goddesses.

It is common for someone to come back from a foreign country and suddenly fall ill, or be mentally ill, or in a coma. There are family members or full-time goddesses who do this, lighting candles and incense, and performing Soul Evocation.

This kind of thing is not scientific. Yang Chu has no way of knowing, but some cases seem to have happened.

But——

These things, Yang Chu is too lazy to think deeply now, he does not know why his body has not died immediately after his consciousness is in a coma, but is regaining control. After the body, he could feel the strong hunger.

It seems that every cell is screaming and needs a lot of energy and nutrients.

"Do you have anything to eat?"

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

"Oh, there are some."

When the simple and honest young man heard Yang Chu's words, he seemed to have just remembered, and hurriedly walked out of the wooden shed. Come in with a wooden bowl.

The wooden bowl is filled with extremely thin porridge, the color is slightly yellow, and it can be seen that it is 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 drinking a bowl of gruel, Yang Chu's spirit seemed to cheer up a little, looking at the simple and honest young man, he asked again.

"Yes."

The simple and honest young man took the empty bowl and ran outside the door again, and after a while, ran in again.

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

Yang Chu glanced at the gruel in the wooden bowl, and then looked at the simple and honest young man standing aside, licking his lips slightly, and suddenly stopped. Handed the gruel in the wooden bowl to the simple and honest young man, "You Hah!"

"No, no." The simple and honest young man waved his hands repeatedly, "Brother, you are weak, you need to drink some porridge to be able to do it. Good. I used to be sick and couldn't eat anything, so I just had to drink a little porridge."

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

"en?"

Yang Chu saw a lot of shells and oysters scattered around the corner, and shoved the wooden bowl in his hand. The simple and honest young man then climbed off the bed with his weak body.

ka-cha ——

An egg-sized oyster, bitten open by Yang Chu.

He sucked the soft flesh of the oyster into his mouth, chewed it quickly and swallowed it.

Shells, conch shells, oysters, clams...

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

In the blink of an eye, all kinds of seafood weighing more than twenty or thirty pounds were swallowed up by Yang Chu.

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

"You, you...are you a Martial Artist?"

The simple and honest young man who was stunned by the side, saw Yang Chu finished eating a pile of seafood and stood up for a while. He was speechless and asked this question.

A new volume, I wrote several openings, and finally this one is quite satisfactory~~

(end of this chapter)