Chu Tian woke up.
The old yellow dog, who had lost most of his hair, was lame on one hind leg, and had a bit of cloudy eyes. It was obvious that his eyesight was not very good. He sighed, stood up from the grass nest next to Chu Tian, and put his nose in front of Chu Tian. After sniffing, he made a low "woof" sound.
Chu Tian blinked his eyes and looked at the old yellow dog blankly.
The expression of the old yellow dog is very friendly, showing the unique vicissitudes and kindness of an old man who has seen through the world. He stretched out a paw and touched Chu Tian's cheek. After feeling Chu Tian's gentle breathing, he swung his tail and lay down on the grass nest next to Chu Tian. He turned over comfortably and then fell into a deep sleep. Go to sleep.
Chu Tian's eyes widened and he stared blankly at the thatched roof above his head that was riddled with holes.
The condition of this house is not very good. The roof is made of old thatch, and the blackened thatch has not been replaced for at least more than ten years. Most of the earth covering the thatch collapsed, and there were holes everywhere on the roof. Wisps of light came in through these holes, and the dust in the room danced lightly in the beams of light.
Amidst the sound of "chirping", several strange hens, short in stature but with extremely fat paws, almost as thick as Chutian's arms, fluttered into the hut.
The door of the hut was closed, but only the upper half of the door was left, and only a few thin branches remained in the lower half. These big old hens walked in with a bit of arrogance.
The hut was not big, but not small either. It was about seven to eight feet square. Two thick piles of thatch were laid against the walls on both sides. Chutian and the old yellow dog were lying on the thatch in the corner.
Judging from the dents in the thatch, there would usually be at least a dozen people resting on the thatch in this house.
The air was filled with the unique odor of sweat from men who rarely bathed all year round. The smell of smelly feet almost solidified into substance and kept getting into Chutian's nose like iron wire. This made Chutian helpless.
Turning his head with difficulty, Chu Tian saw five or six wooden bows of poor quality hanging on one wall. Looking at the cracks on the bow arms, Chu Tian bet that the range of this bow would not exceed twenty feet.
Under the wooden bow, there are several wooden spears resting against the wall.
The workmanship of the wooden spear was also very poor. The barrel was also cracked and there was a trace of rust on the metal head. It was obvious that no one had taken good care of it. Especially looking at the marks on the gun heads, these gun heads were quite old, and most of the edges were worn away. Chu Tian doubted whether this thing could be used to poke those old hens to death with one shot.
The two old hens carelessly stepped on Chu Tian's belly. A centipede about an inch long crawled out from the thatch pile under Chu Tian. The two old hens quickly pounced on it, " "Cuck" and pecked at the same time.
There was a lot of jumping, and the two old hens collided with each other. The centipede ran away without knowing where to go. The two old hens quickly pounced on their companions several times. By accident, one of the old hens tore at the old yellow with one of its claws. On the dog's nose.
The old yellow dog howled miserably, and he jumped up suddenly, biting out a lot of it. An old hen was bitten hard on the butt by the old yellow dog, and several old hens ran into the hut at the same time. Screaming and flapping his wings, he escaped from the hut.
The old yellow dog roared angrily several times. He was so exhausted that he had no strength to pursue and retaliate against these old hens. Angrily spitting out the chicken feathers in his mouth, the old yellow dog gave Chu Tian a gentle and friendly look, then simply put the dog's head on Chu Tian's shoulder and continued to sleep deeply.
"What a good dog!" Chu Tian couldn't help but laugh.
Only then did he realize that his voice was hoarse and unpleasant. It was as if there were seven or eight hundred embroidery needles stuffed in his throat. It was burning and stinging, but also extremely cold. It was very difficult to get every word out of his throat. Squeeze it out.
Looking inside attentively, in the heavenly realm of the divine orifice, the white glazed lamp was quietly suspended there. A small green light, the size of a sesame seed, was very weak but firm, suspended on the lamp and burning quietly.
There was only an extremely weak strand of golden and red airflow in the lamp, smaller than a hair, barely keeping the light on.
Chu Tian's heavenly soul, which was more than nine feet tall, was suspended next to the lamp like a zombie. The ice formed by the coldness of the cataclysm thickly sealed his heavenly soul, making it impossible for him to use it at all.
The magic power in the body was still frozen, and only a tiny trace of heat flowed through the meridians, allowing Chu Tian's body to barely maintain a trace of vitality.
Taking a long and difficult breath, Chu Tian called out in a low voice: "Master Shu?"
On the giant ship, he saw a sudden huge change in the sky and the land, and then there was a real big explosion. The last scene in Chu Tian's memory was the sudden collapse of the giant ship, and Master Shu had a weird evil smile on his face. It swooped forward, wrapped its long tail around his body, and dragged him out of the collapsed ship.
After that, I felt nothing after that.
Yin Ji Han Po is a good thing. No matter how many shocks Chu Tian received or how many injuries he suffered when he was taken away by Lord Shu, he didn't feel anything anyway.
"It's just... Lord Shu?" Chu Tian called out in a low voice.
There was no movement, Lord Shu was not nearby, and Chu Tian didn't know where he was. At this moment, his whole body felt almost completely frozen, but he could barely see, hear, and speak... In fact, he was no different from a living dead.
However, it seems to be a little better than when I was on the giant ship and just took the Yinji chill.
Taking a deep breath with difficulty, Chu Tian slowly tried to move his fingers. There was no reaction at first, but after an unknown amount of time, a weak reaction finally came from the fingers, then the arms, and then the arms.
The tiny bit of heat flowed slowly in his body. With great difficulty, Chu Tian struggled to straighten his body bit by bit and leaned against the earth wall beside him with difficulty.
The old yellow dog stared at Chu Tian with wide eyes, then he sighed again, put his head on Chu Tian's calf, and continued to sleep.
Chu Tian shook his head. He struggled hard, and finally he stood up crookedly and with great difficulty. After gently touching the head of the old yellow dog, Chu Tian supported the wall with both hands and swayed step by step, like a consumptive ghost who had not yet recovered from a serious illness. His whole body was trembling, and he finally reached the door of the hut with one step at a time.
Slowly and tremblingly, Chu Tian opened the door and saw a pile of thatched huts.
There were chickens, ducks and other poultry running around all over the ground, not very strong dogs lying in a daze under the eaves, and several men in ragged clothes with fierce and gangster faces carrying crude spears. He was hurriedly walking past the corner of the house dozens of feet away.
Suddenly, a shrill roar came from the distance: "The stockade is broken, broken! The officers and soldiers are coming in! Pull, pull, pull!"
Chutian's body suddenly stiffened - what was going on? The village is broken? Officers and soldiers came in? You... belong to the second uncle!