This is a Miracle

What is this thing, Bai Luo doesn't know.

The only thing he was sure about was that the book came when he had his leg broken by a wild boar and then came out of a coma.

Bai Luo didn't know the origin of this black book, nor its function.

But as a traveler, after 20 years, Bai Luo subconsciously thought: 'Could this be my late golden finger? ’

If the leg is broken by the pig, it is the way to awaken the golden finger.

Bai Luo regretted so much: 'Why didn't I get arched by pigs earlier? ’

"elder brother?"

Yinya was taken aback: "What capital?"

"nothing."

Bai Luo really didn't know, he couldn't figure out what this black book was.

Perhaps the knowledgeable old uncle knew, but Bai Luo subconsciously felt that he could not tell anyone about the existence of this book.

Just like the matter of Soul Wearing, it was Bai Luo's biggest secret, even his family members had not revealed it directly.

For those peculiar things, Bai Luoduo used "dream and dream" to perfunctory.

However, he was no longer the Bai Luo of his previous life.

In this life, he is just Bailuo Aden, the eldest brother of Iniya, and the village chief of this Aden Village, their new leader.

"go home."

Bai Luo didn't stay outside too much, he just walked down the ground today, but he hasn't recovered yet.

"Brother, let me help you."

"Don't make trouble, such a small injury, sh~~~~"

Just wanted to say a few harsh words, but the extremely sour and painful pain made Bai Luo take it back: "Help me, help me, sigh, leave that fellow's pig's trotters for me tonight, Aden. The family must wash away the shame with the trotters of the enemy!"

"Okay brother, hee hee."

Yinya held back her laughter, but still gently supported Bai Luo back to the hut.

"Squeak."

Soon after, a tall figure walked in.

"Uncle."

His head is full of white hair, and his beard is also silver. His face is firm, although he is old, it makes people trust and rely on.

"Can Xiao Luo go to the ground today?"

"I lay down for a week with a little injury," Bai Luo smiled, "It's a shame."

"Is the pig's trotter left?"

The old man smiled and changed the subject: "The shame of the Aden family must be washed with the enemy's trotters!"

"It's stewing, I'll have pig's trotters right away~~"

In the corner, the girl was wearing an apron, flipping the pig's trotters in the pot with a huge wooden spoon in her hand.

To be honest, the Atons are not good at craftsmanship, and they don't have much seasoning.

The wild boar that can't get rid of the fishy smell can be delicious.

But Bai Luo is not a picky eater. For the people of Aden, having a meal is a good thing, where can they be picky.

Noon, at the dinner table.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa~~"

Yinya devoured the pig's trotters fiercely, and the old uncle and Bai Luo also ate, but only a small amount.

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you."

Bai Luo said indulgently, he was eating dried venison, the taste was average, but the chew was okay.

The old uncle sat across from him, turned his body sideways, and smoked silently.

Bai Luo knew the current situation of the village.

The population of the village is 80, most of whom are women and children.

The former Adonites did not live here, they had a larger settlement.

It's just that the local lords persecuted the Aden people, wars and crusades again and again, persecuted the adults of the entire Aden family, and resisted with their lives.

In the end, only a very small number of people escaped into the mountains under the leadership of the old uncle and escaped the catastrophe.

In the village of 80 people, children under the age of 13 accounted for most of them, not counting the elderly, men and women, only ten people.

The old uncle is the former village chief and the former chief of the Aden family. He is responsible for the villagers of Aden Village.

After all, it really has to be counted,

The residents of the village are almost all related by blood.

The most complex can also count three, four and five generations and discover common great-grandfathers and great-great-grandparents.

Therefore, the relationship between the Adonites is extremely close, like a big family. They have all carried through the ups and downs for so many years.

"How things had been?"

Now, Bai Luo is the new leader, and he has already taken over the burden from Saros, so if these things hadn't been injured, Bai Luo should have been in charge.

"It's the same as before, nothing has changed, you can install it as you can, you can drag it, try to drag it as much as possible."

Uncle didn't say anything, maybe he didn't want Bai Luo to worry.

He is still recovering from his injuries.

"Is something wrong?"

The old uncle saw that Bai Luo had something on his mind. For the past two weeks, he has been on the lookout for a moment.

Considering that young people have their own secrets, the old uncle did not ask much.

But this time, Bai Luo had clearly written the question on his face, so the old uncle had to ask.

"It's a little bit, that..."

Bai Luo said, "I have some doubts."

"What about the group of soldiers today? Or the merchants from the previous two days?"

"It's been so many years, and I'm used to it. If people in the village really starve to death, I will definitely ask them to be buried with them."

Bai Luo said it very lightly, but the determination in it made Yinya, who was gnawing on the pig's trotters, gleam in her eyes.

They are Adonites, and in the eyes of outsiders, they are synonymous with viciousness.

"Add me one! Add me one! I'm going to shoot them in the head!"

"Give your pig's trotters well, adults talk, children don't interrupt."

Bai Luo angrily patted Yinya's little head, then looked at the old uncle: "Just talk, old uncle, don't be angry."

"Why are you angry?"

"If you really feel so good," the old uncle smoked and said solemnly: "Just do it, now you are the leader."

Bai Luo is not a weakling who is helpless.

The old uncle went out and went out and experienced hundreds of battles. He not only could fight by himself, but also taught Bai Luo and his clan various skills, and trained them into incomparably excellent fighters.

Unfortunately, due to physical reasons, the old uncle has gone downhill for many years.

In battle, the old uncle will teach Bai Luo what he can teach him—he has nothing to teach.

"I'm getting old, this village, the inheritance of our Aden family, will depend on you from now on."

What the old man said was very casual, no matter what Bai Luo did well or badly, it was Bai Luo's choice.

"The worst, it's just extermination."

"If you are really forced to live," the uncle said calmly, "Remember, you must leave a head for me!"

A simple sentence, but revealing a huge hatred and dissatisfaction.

"Uncle..."

The old man supported Bai Luo, no matter what decision he made, even if he took them to death, the old man would follow him without hesitation.

The grace of saving lives, the grace of education.

If in this world, Bai Luo is most grateful, it must be the old man in front of him.

"No no no!"

Yinya quickly swallowed the wild boar: "Give it to me! Leave one for me too!"

"..."

The good atmosphere was interrupted by Inya's sudden words.

Bai Luo looked at Yinya calmly.

"Forehead..."

The girl was counseled, and quickly buried her face under the pig's trotter: "I eat pig's trotter, I eat pig's trotter."

"Tell me, what's the matter."

The old uncle said: "I was wandering outside anyway when I was young, and I don't dare to be knowledgeable, but I still know a little about general things. What do you want to ask, Xiao Luo?"

The old uncle is not a learned man. Having lived with him for nearly 20 years, Bai Luo knows this old man's brilliance.

"Is there magic in this world?"

"cough!"

"Cough cough cough..."

The sudden question made the old man choked, and he looked at Bai Luo puzzled: "Magic, what does it mean? I've never heard the word, why do you ask?"

The vocabulary of magic was 'invented' by Bai Luo himself.

The language of this world is different from the previous life. It is neither Chinese nor English, but an unprecedented language.

So the word magic, the old uncle has never heard of it.

But the meaning contained in it, the old uncle understood, it should be some kind of magical power.

"Uncle, have you never heard of it?"

In the dimly lit room, an old man and a young man sat on an old gray-black wooden table - they faced each other.

Bai Luo has always regarded Uncle as the pioneer of this world, and all his knowledge and understanding of this world came from this old man.

But even Saros has never seen magic, so either there is no magic in this world, or magic is extremely rare.

'It's not magic. . . ’

Bai Luo glanced at the black leather notebook in his mind with some doubts: 'Then what is it? ’

"Why do you ask?"

The old uncle frowned slightly, and he asked, "Did you encounter something?"

When he said this, there was a hint of expectation in the old uncle's tone.

However, Bai Luo felt the fear of the old uncle. He was afraid that his judgment would be wrong, so he was disappointed.

"No."

Bai Luo removed his attention from the notebook in his mind and said, "Maybe I'm hallucinating."

The old uncle noticed it, but didn't ask. Since Bai Luo wanted to protect the secret, he would also help Bai Luo to keep it secret: "I don't know what magic you are talking about, but if it is superhuman strength..."

The old man swallowed the clouds and said solemnly, "Yes!"