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Chapter 890 [887] Ancestral Spirit

It was afternoon.

Cheng Han was no longer fishing.

Because the fish he had caught were enough for today's meal.

He entered the forest to do something else.

The little radish heads finished their lunch and came looking for him again.

For these children, anything related to the blind outsider seemed so novel.

This also brought a lot of fun to their boring rural lives.

They wandered around the riverbank, but couldn't find the blind man's figure, so they scattered to search.

Soon.

The children finally made a discovery.

"I think I heard a sound."

"There's the sound of chopping trees in the forest over there."

"Could it be the blind man chopping trees?"

This guess immediately sparked a debate.

"Impossible! He's blind, how could he chop trees?"

"Exactly, isn't he afraid of chopping his own legs?"

"Nothing is impossible, the blind man can fish, why can't he chop trees?"

"Fishing is different, the blind man can hear the sound of the water, and if a fish bites, he can feel it on the rod."

"Chopping trees requires using your eyes to see, otherwise the axe won't hit the right spot."

"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean the blind man can't. My dad said that blind man is not simple."

"Not simple my butt, the blind man even said the world is ending, my dad said the blind man's brain is broken."

The two sides argued red-faced, and neither could convince the other.

In the end, the little radish heads reached a consensus—to go and take a look.

Not long after.

They entered the forest and heard the sound of logging.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The little radish heads identified the direction.

"Over there!"

"Let's go that way."

"Tread lightly, don't get discovered."

As the distance gradually decreased, the sound of logging became louder and louder.

The children didn't notice that the sound of logging was stable to an incredible degree.

To describe it in quantitative terms, the interval between each two logging strikes differed by no more than 0.001 seconds.

This represented an unimaginable level of control.

Not long after.

The little radish heads quietly sneaked nearby.

They carefully hid behind several large trees, and from a distance of more than twenty meters, they finally saw who was chopping the tree.

The first sight that met their eyes stunned the children.

My God!

It really was the blind man!

The little radish heads all saw the blind man holding a simple stone axe in both hands, chopping at a tree next to him in a methodical manner.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Each time the stone axe fell, it would accurately hit the same notch.

The blind man's movements were quite smooth, and each swing of the stone axe seemed effortless, as if he was a lumberjack who had been chopping trees for decades.

The above scene.

It was really hard to believe that this was a blind man chopping trees.

The children's eyes revealed obvious shock.

Just then.

The blind man's movements suddenly stopped, and he sighed, "I feel that death is about to strike."

He put down the stone axe, turned his head, and his face happened to be facing the little radish heads.

At this moment.

The blind man's eye sockets without eyeballs gave people a strong sense of horror.

He stood there quietly, holding the stone axe in his right hand, his face without any expression, like a dangerous murderer, who might rush over to chop people at any time.

Faced with this scene, the little radish heads, remembering the sentence "death is about to strike", were frightened again.

Their eyes were filled with fear, and their hearts were pounding wildly.

The children exchanged glances, gestured, and began to flee in a panic.

Until they rushed out hundreds of meters, to the outside of the forest.

The little radishes were all pale with lingering fear, and began to talk.

"I said it was the blind man chopping trees, but you didn't believe me, now you believe me."

"The blind man is so amazing, he can still chop trees even though he's blind."

"I think the blind man is so scary, he must have killed someone!"

"When the blind man looked over just now, I felt my heart was about to jump out."

"Are you stupid, how can a blind man see without eyes?"

"I also had a feeling that the blind man was looking at me."

The children muttered for a while, then dispersed in a rush.

The "adventure" just now had fully satisfied the little radish heads' adventurous psychology.

They had received a small scare, and instinctively wanted to go home to seek the protection of adults.

On the other side.

In the forest.

"Bang! Bang!"

The sound of logging rang out again.

Cheng Han "watched" the little radish heads go away, and grasped the stone axe again with both hands.

Although his eyes were blind, he could still see the children by relying on his extraordinary abilities.

And the reason why he was chopping trees was to build a wooden house.

Anyway, he had no place to go for the time being, so he decided to stay nearby for a while, and of course he had to improve his living environment.

Cheng Han chopped trees while smiling and muttering, "How interesting! Every gathering place in this small world actually has an 'ancestral spirit'."

The so-called "ancestral spirit" can be regarded as a simplified version of the world's will.

No.

It should be regional will.

The unique laws of this world created this magical existence.

His choice to settle here was naturally to study the ancestral spirit properly.

Five minutes later.

"Boom!"

A tree with a diameter of one meter fell down with a crash, and the ground shook slightly.

Cheng Han tilted his head slightly, looked in the direction of the village, and muttered, "The elders in the village seem to be able to communicate with the ancestral spirit.

"The blind man who can fish and chop trees, and what the blind man said, after it is passed on to the elders, they should come over in the next few days, right?"

The people in the village were wary of him, forbade him from entering the village, and were unwilling to have much contact with him.

The group of children just now was the way he found to break the situation.

*

In the evening.

Cheng Han relied on his superb carpentry skills to build a small wooden house.

He lit a fire in the open space in front of the house and leisurely grilled fish.

This kind of fish has very few bones, and the meat is quite tender. With just a little grilling and a little salt, the taste is extremely delicious.

Cheng Han took a big bite of the fish and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad!"

After a while.

He suddenly sensed that a very peculiar existence emerged from the village and focused its attention on him.

Cheng Han instantly understood that the children had spread the news, the elders already knew about it, and had reported it to the ancestral spirit.

This strange feeling came from the ancestral spirit's attention.

Cheng Han picked up a wooden cup and made a gesture of "toasting" to the ancestral spirit.

The ancestral spirit did not respond, and quietly observed the outsider.

He could feel that the other party was full of vigilance towards him, and had no intention of communicating.

This helpless "closedness" was one of the characteristics of the ancestral spirit.

Without its approval, it was impossible to communicate with it.

Under normal circumstances.

Only the pointed-ear clan who have lived here for several generations will be regarded as their own by the ancestral spirit.

Cheng Han didn't care, and just enjoyed his dinner leisurely.