God-Level Choice

If you put one foot, you use your breath; if you use the other foot, you use your breath.

Finally, standing on the first stone step with both feet, a picture suddenly appeared in front of Chu Feng.

In the barren quagmire lay a dying black-haired Ji Chen, with one arm over the crosspiece of his throat and one hand under his body, holding a sharp animal bone.

He held his breath, as if dead.

Soon, a huge mink poked its head out of the mud not far away, and then quickly crawled to Jichen. It opened its mouth and bit Ji Chen's leg. Blood gushed out like a spring, and Ji Chen remained motionless.

Shuiyu dispelled his vigilance, so he dragged Jichen upside down under his stomach and began to crawl back.

Suddenly Ji Chen's body moved.

His body arched suddenly, and the other leg tripped over the body of the sea bream first. At the same time, the animal bone he was holding pulled along the belly of the scaleless water bream.

The severe pain caused Shuidu to shake his head decisively, blood spattered, and Xiao Jichen fell into a puddle in the distance like a meteorite. Regardless of the severe pain in his legs, he clasped his hands tightly on the bloody animal bones, hanging a few pieces of minced meat, liver, and intestines, glaring at the severely injured Shuidu like a wolf!

The mink twitched its tail wildly, but a huge blood groove was cut in its abdomen, and blood and viscera splattered everywhere. After a while, the ferocious mink died on the spot. Xiao Jichen desperately climbed onto his body and drank a few mouthfuls of blood. He's been hungry for too long and must set a good example. In the end, he succeeded in luring and hunting the water widower who never left the swamp easily.

After swallowing a few mouthfuls of blood, Ji Chen regained some strength. He randomly pulled out a few pieces of waterweed, pressed them on the bleeding injured leg, cut off a section of intestines with animal bones, cut off a piece of skin, covered the wound with that piece of skin, and wrapped it tightly with the intestines.

After doing so, he tied several intestines with rope, one around his waist and the other around the water widower's head and neck.

He then cleaned the water widower of all his internal organs, washing the water widower and his blood with as much water as possible from the puddle. With difficulty he crawled out of the swamp. With his strength, it was difficult to drag the huge water widower, but he gritted his teeth and refused to give up. It took him a long time to pull the water widow back to the cave where he lived temporarily.

Ji Chen will always remember that those few months were the happiest time for me, because I had meat to eat and was not hungry.

It was also this water widow who made him through the most difficult time, made him stronger, and allowed him to walk out of the wilderness and start a wandering career.

The picture faded, and the reality that Chu Feng pulled back fell into some kind of memory.

In front of him, a water widower with a big mouth, head, bit his throat.

Look carefully at Chu Feng. This water widow is obviously the one he hunted in the wild swamp when he was young.

The fierce wind was very close at hand, but Chu Feng was neither frightened nor frightened, nor dodged nor evaded. It roared indifferently: "Get out!"

In the roar, the water widower disappeared into a bubble, but the Chu (Demahao) Fenghorn had already pulled out a hand and inserted it into the rock wall above. After a while, he went up the next higher stone step!

The imagery reappears, but this time in ten decaying huts.

Xiao Jichen hid in a pile of hay, holding an animal bone knife in each hand, not daring to make a sound.

In the house, next to a pile of firewood that was about to go out, two Fang Chens were fighting, bleeding profusely, and after a long time, both of them were beaten to death. .