Prehistoric life

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Chapter 4 The Sloppy Old Man

Zhou Cheng walked through the dense forest and saw two things entangled and rolling on the ground.

One was a wild dog, and the other, after Zhou Cheng looked at it for a long time, he reluctantly guessed that it should be a human being.

Zhou Cheng thought that he had seen many people from all walks of life in Xinghe City for so many years, but he had never seen such a person, to be precise, such a sloppy person.

His hair was disheveled and he was covered in mud. His hair, too, maybe because it was hardened by the mud, was condensed into strings as thick as a thumb, like a big porcupine.

The two things in front of him looked a little strange. The wild dog was quite big, like a wild leopard. It seemed that it wanted to eat this extremely slovenly man, but Zhou Cheng strangely felt the fear in the wild dog's eyes.

And that person, although relatively small in size, grabbed the wild dog's neck with one hand and grabbed the soft meat in the middle of the wild dog's jaw with the other hand. What was even more surprising was that the two toes were still pinched tightly.

Live the lifeblood of wild dogs.

It's hard to imagine that he could still make such an action while rolling like this.

The man was carrying a lot of strange things on his back, which were scattered all over the ground due to a hand-to-hand fight with a wild dog.

"Oh, help, young man, help me!"

As soon as he saw Zhou Cheng, the man immediately called for help. It was an old man's voice, but the call for help sounded a bit careless no matter how he heard it.

Zhou Cheng did not immediately step forward to help. Firstly, the wild dog was quite big and he was afraid of hurting himself. Secondly, he was surprised because he finally heard someone's voice before, but now he suddenly reacted.

In a place like this, an old man fighting with a wild dog suddenly appears, which is a bit strange no matter how you look at it.

"Who are you and why are you here?"

Zhou Cheng asked loudly, he still hoped that this person was not a bad person and could at least give him hope.

"I am an old beggar, wandering around, wherever I go, there is no reason why!"

The sloppy old man responded loudly.

"Ouch!"

The big wild dog wanted to roar, but it couldn't scream loudly because the old man strangled its neck, and because the soft flesh of its jaw and lifeblood were clamped, it was in excruciating pain.

"Actually... as long as you let it go, I feel it will walk away and won't bite you!" Zhou Cheng said hesitantly, but he jumped up to the tree without hesitation.

But the sloppy old man flatly rejected him: "That won't work. Let it go. What will I do with my dinner?"

It turned out to be for this reason. No wonder it was the wild dog that was attacked by the old man.

Zhou Cheng was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, jumped down from the tree again, found a thicker branch, and hit the wild dog on the back with all his strength.

"boom!"

The branches were broken, and the wild dog ate the pain and screamed, but it was not serious.

"Come again, come again, hurry up, hurry up, it will definitely not work." The sloppy old man shouted in surprise.

Zhou Cheng found another larger branch and hit the wild dog hard again.

The wild dog didn't know why it suddenly gained supernatural power, turned around violently, and immediately changed places with the sloppy old man.

"boom!"

This stick hit the old man directly on the back.

"Ouch! You brat, you almost broke my old bones!"

The old man immediately shouted loudly, but he was so angry that it was obviously nothing serious.

Zhou Cheng was secretly shocked. He had used 90% of his strength to strike the blow. Even if his master was hit by him, he might not be able to bear it. This old man seemed to be fine.

"Stop using this weak wooden stick. Use your sword and just stab it to death." The old man shouted again.

"I don't have a sword!" Zhou Cheng also responded immediately. Being chased by the big tiger, his sword had already disappeared.

"There is one on the ground, that one, yes... yes, that one!" the old man reminded.

There was a large pile of things scattered on the ground, including rags, sticks, gourds, and a bunch of lumps of unknown origin.

Zhou Cheng spent a long time distinguishing between them before he finally managed to find something that looked most like a sword among these things.

Overall, it looks like a sword, but the blade is as blunt as a door panel, the sword is rusty, as if it is about to break, but the hilt is relatively clean.

This guy can't be a blacksmith, he just got a sword blank and hasn't refined it yet.

A blank sword is fine, it's made of iron after all, better than those wooden sticks.

Zhou Cheng held the iron block, which the old man called a sword, and walked towards the two objects hugging each other.

The wild dog may have sensed that death was coming. It was trembling all over, and there was an indescribable light flowing in its eyes. Especially when Zhou Cheng raised the iron block towards it, the wild dog looked like a man who had been hungry for half a month.

A poor child.

Zhou Cheng was very touched, and then he resolutely knocked the iron block on its neck because he was also hungry.

When the iron block was knocked down, something surprising happened to Zhou Cheng.

This was obviously an iron block without a sharp edge, but it was indescribably sharp. The wild dog's neck was like tofu, easily cut into two pieces.

This was naturally unexpected by Zhou Cheng. It should be noted that he used 100% of his strength to kill the wild dog directly. Unexpectedly, the opponent was so vulnerable. The iron block cut off the neck of the wild dog, and the castration continued.

He slashed at the neck of the sloppy old man below.

"ah!"

Zhou Cheng wanted to stop, but he couldn't stop the strong inertia. He couldn't even remind him, so he could only scream loudly.

"boom!"

There was a crisp sound, and the iron block fell solidly on the old man's neck.

Oops, they killed someone. When Zhou Cheng saw that the old man's body was covered with blood, he immediately loosened the iron block in his hand and took several steps back in fear before stopping.

Just when I was thinking about cutting off the dog's legs and leaving, or digging a hole to bury the old man, I saw the sloppy old man shook his neck a few times, sat up, and at the same time a large piece of black stuff fell down.

Not dead? Zhou Cheng was stunned. The force of the blow just now was not small. Even without that weird sharpness, his own strength alone was enough to break the opponent's neck with such an iron block.

Looking at the old man's neck again, it turned out to be completely unscathed, not even a mark. Instead, it looked much whiter than before.

Could it be that the old man was wearing protective armor? Zhou Cheng was shocked, but he didn't seem to have seen any armor on the old man before.

The old man over there moved his neck a few times, and then said in surprise: "Why does it feel so much more flexible than before?"

Then he stood up and looked at Zhou Cheng.

After taking a closer look, Zhou Cheng discovered that there was indeed something black on the old man's neck and exposed chest, like armor.

Just when he was about to ask the old man what happened to the iron piece, he saw the old man wiped his chest and neck with his dirty hands, tore off a few pieces of black stuff, and threw it away.

aside.

Zhou Cheng's eyes are bulging, can he still tear his armor?

When I walked in and took a look, my face turned green. What kind of armor was this? It was actually made of dirt.

The dirt on his body could actually block such a heavy blow without any damage. Zhou Cheng was stunned and asked the old man: "Uncle, how long has it been since you took a shower?"

The old man grinned: "Not long, only ten years!"

Only more than ten years, more than ten years, several years, years...

Zhou Cheng was confused.