Late at night, the heavy rain showed no signs of stopping. Everyone in the small building was sleeping soundly.
Only A 'Bin was awake. He was holding a dragon-shaped jade pendant and immersing himself in it.
After becoming a physical master, he only needed one or two hours of sleep to ensure that he was full of energy. He spent most of his time meditating and practicing the physical skills passed down by his ancestors.
The physical skill in the jade pendant was called the Nine Bends Technique. It was a powerful Earth-level physical skill. If he could completely master it, reviving his family or even establishing a sect would not be a dream.
However, this set of physical skills was extremely difficult to practice. It required someone to block the energy channels and create a blockage in the body. It was like hitting a dam to increase the energy flow and speed. Although it was powerful, it was easy to get internal injuries. If he was not careful, he could explode and die. Fortunately, he had taken a top-grade genetic medicine and his recovery ability was amazing. Otherwise, he would not be able to practice it.
The night was long. A 'Bin did not know when, but he suddenly felt sleepy. He had some doubts in his heart, but he did not care. He withdrew his consciousness from the jade pendant and was about to fall asleep.
However, at this moment, the Longyang Jade Pendant in his hand transmitted a wave of scorching energy, causing him to shiver and open his eyes abruptly. The bonfire in front of him was flickering. Wen Li and the big black tiger were both asleep. It was as if they were having a nightmare. Their faces were filled with pain, and they couldn't wake up even if they wanted to.
The door of the small building was wide open. There was a figure standing outside. The figure was covered in a layer of long hair. A pale face could be vaguely seen. What was frightening was that this face did not seem to have any facial features. It was like a white sheet of paper.
An extremely strong rotten smell assailed his nostrils. A cold aura penetrated his bones.
A familiar shrill laugh sounded in his ears. Clumps of black hair rushed in as if they were alive. More and more of them gathered, and a pale white figure slowly emerged from the hair. The figure had no facial features, no limbs, and where the hands and feet should have been, dense hair grew out. It was eerie and strange.
"Nightmare Beast!"
Although he did not see the main body of this vicious beast last time, he was very familiar with that sharp laugh.
A 'Bin's body was covered in cold sweat. He did not have the slightest courage to fight. He poured all the energy in his body into the jade pendant in his hand. An eggshell-like red energy shield appeared. A hot aura burst out. The temperature outside immediately rose.
The Nightmare Beast seemed to loathe this kind of energy and slightly retreated.
A 'Bin hurriedly grabbed Wen Li and the big guy. After breaking through the window, he immediately controlled the airflow and soared into the sky, instantly disappearing into the heavy rain in the dark night.
Although he wasn't a Saint, he had the ability to escape from the heavens.
The Nightmare Beast didn't have any intention of chasing. It walked over to the charred corpse on the ground and softly called out, "Master?"
Unable to get a response, she pondered for a moment before leaving the small building. The darkness expanded her senses endlessly, and it didn't take long for her to sense A 'bin's aura. She immediately snorted coldly, and her body floated into the sky like a shadow. Last time, you managed to escape. This time, let's see who can save you!
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Early the next morning, the heavy rain that had lasted for more than ten days finally stopped. The white-haired old man carefully went downstairs. The three people downstairs had already disappeared, leaving behind only a charred corpse.
Secretly puzzled, he walked to the corpse and carefully examined it. He could clearly feel that the "corpse" in front of him was emitting a trembling aura, which was somewhat similar to the radiation carried by the heavy rain outside. It was a kind of light energy field.
The strangest thing was that this corpse gave him a familiar feeling. He seemed to know it?
At this time, he didn't have time to study it. He asked the others to go downstairs to look for food. They hadn't eaten for a long time. Without the replenishment of energy, it was even more difficult to resist the omnipresent radiation attack. Several people had already started to fall sick with fever.
A group of people fanned out to look for food.
The white-haired old man led the two children to a small river. There was a chance to catch fish there.
After walking for a while, he suddenly staggered and fell to the ground. His face was violently distorted, and wisps of black fog were constantly surging around his body.
"Grandpa … You're sick again!" The two small figures beside him hurriedly rushed over.
The old man struggled to sit up and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't come over!"
The two children timidly stopped. About half an hour later, the black fog on the old man's body gradually receded, and he fell heavily to the ground.
It was not until evening that the two children finally dragged the old man back to the house.
Among the two children, the girl was called Xiao Yu, and the boy was called Du Jun. Like everyone else here, they had undergone postnatal abnormalities, or a kind of atavism phenomenon. Not only was the radiation attacking their bodies, but it was also changing their temperament. They could become brutal beasts at any time. That was why the human gathering place chased them out.
The white-haired old man was called Mu Shan, and he was a powerful high-level physique warrior. It was because of his leadership that this group of children could survive in the wild.
However, Mu Shan had also contracted a strange disease. It would act up once every few days. When it acted up, there couldn't be any living creatures around. Otherwise, they would be directly corroded by the black fog and become dry corpses.
At noon, Mu Shan finally woke up. Xiao Yu immediately took a cup of milky white tree sap and carefully handed it to him, "Grandpa … Drink … Water."
Xiao Yu stuttered a little. There was a sarcoma in her mouth, so it was very difficult for her to speak.
Mu Shan's wrinkled old face relaxed. He took the cup and drank the sweet tree sap in one gulp. The tree sap tasted similar to milk, and it was also very nutritious.
This kind of tree sap could only be produced by a mature tree-type beast. Mu Shan was not a match for this mature tree-type beast. The only way to obtain this tree sap was to tell stories to this tree-type beast. Although Xiao Yu was a little stuttering, the big tree loved to listen to her stories.
Feeling that his body had recovered, Mu Shan got up and dragged the corpse out. Except for the bones, the rest of the corpse's skin and flesh had been charred, but the energy field was still burning.
"Xiao Yu, can you ask Old Liu for some more tree sap?"
Xiao Yu looked at the charred corpse in fear and nodded gently.
Half an hour later, she came back with a bag of milky white tree sap. Mu Shan carefully put the bag of water near the corpse's mouth and poured it directly.
"Grandpa, isn't this a dead man?
Why are you feeding him? "The boy next to him, Du Jun, swallowed his saliva.
The next moment, he opened his mouth wide in shock. He saw that the milky white tree sap had just touched the corpse's body and quickly seeped into it. He said, "This man is really not dead."
In the next few days, Xiao Yu would go and get some tree sap every few days and let Mu Shan pour it on the corpse. The charred corpse slowly fell off and some flesh grew.
On this day, Mu Shan carried the corpse that was gradually growing into a human shape and walked through the forest with Xiao Yu. No mosquitoes could get close to them, as if there was a layer of invisible force blocking them.
Slowly, all kinds of white bones began to appear along the way. These bones were very large, and at first glance, it was obvious that they belonged to a large beast. The air seemed to be filled with a chilling aura of death. Even the mosquitoes had disappeared without a trace, but Mu Shan and Xiao Yu did not seem to be afraid.
As they continued to go deeper, the dense forest became sparse. The reason why the trees became sparse was because the sun in the sky was blocked by the crown of a huge tree.
It was a huge willow tree that was almost a hundred meters tall and seven to eight meters wide. When Mu Shan and Xiao Yu approached, the willow tree's branches began to move slightly, as if it was very happy.
Mu Shan placed the corpse on his back under the tree and said to Xiao Yu, "Xiao Yu, ask Old Willow if he can save him."
Xiao Yu nodded and said weakly to the tree in front of her, "Grandpa … Willow, can … can you … save him? I … can … tell … you … many … many … stories."
The willow tree extended a branch and gently approached the corpse on the ground. Just as it was about to touch the corpse, it suddenly retracted it as if it had been electrocuted. The huge tree trembled violently, as if it was frightened. After a while, it extended another branch and waved it, indicating that it could not do anything.
Mu Shan sighed and walked to the corpse and sat down beside it. He listened to Xiao Yu's stuttering story to the willow tree.
The willow tree seemed to be able to understand human language. It waved its branches from time to time, looking very happy.