Starting from the corpse

Chapter 5 The human heart is sinister

In theory!

Yin Ming can also be regarded as an evil god.

Weak, pitiful, and helpless, and without the vitality of unlimited resurrection, he can be called the pillar of shame in the Evil God Realm.

The black dragon can easily crush him to death with just one dragon toe, and he can get a godhead without having to compete with anyone.

Unfortunately, when the space ripples calmed down, the black dragon completely missed the opportunity.

Yin Ming completely disappeared into the vast void and appeared thousands of miles away on a bluestone shaped like a lying cow.

"Quack..."

Next to the bluestone, there is a withered crooked-neck tree.

The dead branches were twisted, like evil spirits baring their teeth and claws. Two jackdaws on the treetops, who had witnessed the transformation, suddenly flashed their wings and emitted an unpleasant cry.

If you are lucky, if you are teleported into the air or into the soil, you will have no choice but to abandon your physical body and escape.

The messenger of the Pure Altar should take this into consideration and set the coordinates of the Small Moving Immortal Talisman at the junction of the earth's surface.

【The soul leaves the body!】

Standing high and looking far away, Yin Ming climbed up a dead tree and found a thick branch to lean on.

The Yuan Shen drove the corpse-dissolving gourd out of the body and kept flying upwards, overlooking the surrounding environment from a high place.

Behind him, there are endless steep mountains, and from time to time, the deep howls of wild beasts can be heard. In front of the mountain, under the plains, there is a majestic city standing, surrounded by scattered small towns where humans live.

"You must first find a way to survive stably in this world, and then consider rebuilding."

Once you practice the method of visualization to the realm of virtual electricity, you will be able to see things in the dark.

With his spiritual thoughts fully spread out, he can capture the slightest movement within a kilometer radius, and avoidance of ferocious predatory beasts is no problem.

The dark night would not cause any trouble, so Yin Ming set out towards the settlement at the foot of the mountain.

"Bang bang..."

Wangshan is a dead horse!

By the time Yin Ming walked to a populated place, the eastern sky was dazzling and it was already dawn.

In order to avoid making a fool of himself during the blood sacrifice, Viscount Orson washed the serfs inside and out three days in advance.

At this moment, Yin Ming was thirsty, hungry and tired, so he walked to a house and knocked on the door.

"Who is it? Calling the door so early in the morning."

Inside the house, an old male voice sounded,

Then there was a rustling sound, dim lights illuminated, a prying eye came from the crack in the door, and two shabby wooden doors were pushed open.

The person who opened the door was an old man with a kind face.

He has a strong and burly figure but is a bit stooped. He has a meticulously groomed gray beard and wears clean off-white clothes.

The status should be that of a free citizen between aristocrats and serfs.

"I am a hunter who went hunting in the mountains. I accidentally got separated from my companions! Now I am thirsty and hungry. Can the old gentleman sell me some water and food?"

Yin Ming bowed politely.

From the hollow sole, he took out a dozen copper coins that were almost coated with paste.

This is the entire net worth of the predecessor ‘Inno’, and the only thing he has on his body.

The "Jing" character law and the jade passed down by the casting method given by Zhu Bajie are not real substances that exist in this world, and have been stored in the corpse gourd.

"What a poor child! It's such a cold day, and the kind-hearted owner can't bear to let the dog live outside. Come in and have a rest!"

The old man looked at Yin Ming unscrupulously.

Yin Ming's clothes, conversation, figure, skin color, not a single hair was missing from head to toe. Yin Ming's whole body was covered with hair. It seemed that he was finally sure that Yin Ming was not a threat. A warm smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he took the initiative to welcome Yin Ming into the house.

"That--excuse me!"

Yin Ming hesitated for a moment and decided to follow the old man into the house to take shelter from the wind.

At dawn, the lowest temperature of the day, sheltering from the wind can reduce body energy loss.

This primitive body did not die of blood sacrifice, but was starved to death. That is a huge joke.

Upon entering, there are old and broken tables and chairs, a brick fireplace with burnt out firewood, a kerosene lamp hanging over the dining table, and messy daily necessities piled in the four corners.

"Who is it! Is it little Arthur back?" A trembling old woman walked out of the open wooden bedroom door.

The old man quickly turned around and told the old woman who had just come out of the back room: "Old woman, prepare some 'good' food. This poor child must be starving!"

The old woman nodded, took out the flour and began to pour water to knead the dough, knead it into a spun cone shape with both ends, and then put it in the fireplace to bake.

After a while, the aroma of bread filled the fireplace. After it was cut, it was brought out on a plate.

Based on the remaining information of the nerve cells in the brain of ‘Ino’.

The staple food of the serfs was dry and hard black bread mixed with gravel and bran.

White bread was only given during festivals and during busy harvest times when the lord was in a good mood.

This family is not rich in material conditions, but they entertain a stranger with 'good' food?

Snapped!

They are all starving to death!

Even if it is mixed with poison, you have to eat it. Besides, you still watch the other party cooking the whole process, and there is no action of poisoning at all.

"thanks for treatment!"

Yin Ming was indeed very hungry. If he didn't eat anything, his body might really starve to death.

The eating speed is very fast, but not rude at all.

Not really – elegance never goes out of style.

The next meal has not yet been settled there, so it is natural to absorb as much nutrition as possible from the hard-won food. Only when food is fully chewed can the stomach and intestines use less energy to complete digestion.

"hehe……."

Yin Ming swallowed the last piece of bread.

The old man's kind smile disappeared in an instant, and he sneered twice with a sinister look on his face: "The bread you ate was made with the juice of drunken dragon grass. I bet you can't last ten seconds."

Making noodles?

Yin Ming:【……】

When others poison, they use the poison as an additive.

You just sprinkled two handfuls of flour into the poison. It's really not possible. Even if you use some technology, it won't be a shame!

"We have never met each other before, what is this..."

In less than ten seconds, the effect of the Drunk Dragon Herb completely takes effect.

Yin Ming felt dizzy, his muscles all over his body were stiff, and his eyelids were as heavy as lead.

After passing out, the consciousness is still awake, but the nerves are paralyzed and the body cannot be controlled, as if a ghost is pressing on the bed.

"You really don't behave like a slave in your speech and behavior. If you leave others alone, you might be fooled!"

The skin color of the limbs is darker than other parts, there are many calluses on the hands, and there are healed whip marks on the back. It is clear that he is an escaped slave from which territory.

When the old man was young, he was an elite member of the slave-catching team.

There is no reason to miss a slave who comes to your door on his own initiative.

I found a thick hemp rope from the pile of debris, put Yin Ming's hands behind his back, wrapped it around his neck and then passed it out under his ribs, wrapped it around several times and tied it into a tight knot.

"He has good teeth and good health! He is a good serf, and Old John will pay a good price for him!"

The old woman was like a dealer selecting livestock. She first carefully inspected the mouth of her teeth, then squeezed her biceps hard, revealing a few big yellow teeth in her cracked mouth.

Yin Ming:(_).

The soul is out of body!

Look down at each other's every move.

The bread is an additive, but it also replenishes energy, bringing the body back from the brink of death.

Less than half a day after I regained my freedom, the familiar hemp rope joined me again, and I felt as if I was home.

But selling yourself is not that bad. Even compared to the current situation, it can be considered an improvement. At least you can have a place to eat and have time to gradually get familiar with the world.

"..."

"With this money, little Joseph Han will definitely become a real knight."

The old man carried Yin Ming on his shoulders and walked to the edge of the town without stopping. He was full of energy and did not look like an old man at all.

There is a dilapidated cabin here, and there lives a lame and skinny man, an old slave trader named John.

After some friendly negotiations, the two finally reached an agreement and settled the deal for 30 silver coins.

(End of chapter)