Alien Dust

Chapter 111 You call this a wild boar?
The grass is green and the stream is silver.

Wu Hen felt that this plain had a special color, even a sense of colored glaze in ceramic craftsmanship.

The mountains in the distance are stacked one upon another, with distinct colors, and exude a sacred and tranquil aura.

Everything in the nearby tribe is indeed simple and primitive, but it gives people an inexplicable yearning, as if this return to the original nature has already been embedded in the genes of every human being. No matter whether they are cultivating to become immortals or traveling on Star Trek, they will keep such a peaceful life in their hearts.

Wu Hen was a little confused. It was indeed as the middle-aged uncle said. This place preserved the most ancient tradition of gathering, hunting, and endless life. However, it was different from the primitive and backward records in books and history. Their faces did not show the numbness of running around and killing for survival, nor did they have the barbarity and ignorance of undeveloped intelligence...

The world of picture scrolls?

What a special difference.

While observing, Wu Hen followed the middle-aged hunting uncle and bypassed the small village of Qingcao Creek.

"Chonghua, when you came from upstream, did you see any wild animals dead over there?" At this time, a woman in the village asked loudly.

"What's wrong?"

"The stream water has a strange smell today. Could it be that the water source is polluted?"

The middle-aged man in animal skin looked at his son and inexplicably quickened his pace.

After hearing these words, Wu Hen hurriedly followed the pace of the father and son!

The three of them left Qingcaoxi village safely and headed to a location closer to Hongxue Mountain, where there was also a tribal village, about the same size as the previous one, with about a thousand people living there.

“Our scroll world is located in an area of ​​intertwined dimensions, with the borders of the Demon Realm, the Holy Kingdom, the Divine Star, the Strange Realm, and the Otherworld… So every year there are some meteors from outer space passing by. They are either the losers in the battle, or the fall of the strongest, or the dead bodies of the heavenly mange. But to be honest, angels like you are really rare. I’ll polish your work and introduce you to our ancient people later. You can integrate into our life, or take a short rest before embarking on your journey. Our ancestral precepts require us to treat you meteor people kindly.” said the middle-aged uncle in tiger clothes.

"Thank you very much. You are the most friendly and simple people I have met in my travels in the other world." Wu Hen said.

"There is one more important thing I need to make clear to you. We are an ancient and primitive place, and we do not advocate the use of force internally. So no matter how powerful and invincible you are in the outside world, you who fell from the sky had better restrain your strength here..." said the middle-aged man in tiger clothes.

Wu Hen nodded immediately.

This place is primitive and pure, and we really shouldn't use forces that transcend nature here. On the one hand, it's unfair to those who follow the earliest habits of mankind, and on the other hand, it also blasphemes their belief in respecting nature.

The scenery here is beautiful and the people are very nice. No matter how powerful they were in the past, we should always maintain the proper awe and respect.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Wu Hen also carefully concealed the holy aura that was inadvertently revealed, so as not to scare these innocent humans.

After entering the village at the foot of the mountain, Wu Hen found that the appearance of outsiders here was not so strange. There were even many children surrounding him, chattering and asking Wu Hen where he came from.

The atmosphere is very easy-going and harmonious.

Wu Hen felt like a college student returning to the countryside he had not visited for a long time. Some people were curious, some asked questions, and most were friendly and enthusiastic, but it did not affect their original lives.

"You should take a rest. You have to go hunting with me and my son tomorrow. Once you enter here, work is a must. We are hospitable, but we don't like lazy guests." said the middle-aged uncle in tiger clothes.

"No problem, I also need a place for me to adapt again." Wu Hen said.

It just so happened that all my strength had declined.

Returning to this novice village to level up is very suitable for my current baby's physique.

Anyway, my senses are still there, especially the sense of taste, and it won’t take long to eat back the energy that I have lost.

The fear is that the creatures here are too primitive, they are wild beasts without any spirituality, and it will take a long time to recuperate.

Along the way just now, Wu Hen had not seen any more powerful species except the beast dog before...

"Hey, why is there a person tied to the rack over there?" Wu Hen saw a person tied up in the open space in the middle of the village.

"Oh, that's the meat that will be served on the table tomorrow. Let's dry it in the sun to remove the fishy smell. You know, sometimes the weather is bad and we can't hunt, so we have to eat human flesh..." said the middle-aged tiger-skinned uncle with a smile.

When Wu Hen heard this, his face changed.

No way, I thought this place was simple and primitive, but I didn't expect it to be this primitive.

"Dad, stop making such stupid jokes!" the boy immediately complained.

"Hehe, it's nothing actually. That guy is similar to you, an outsider, but he doesn't follow us men to go out hunting, and he acts like a tyrant. There's nothing we can do about it, so the elders have people tie him up and starve him for a while to see if he's still lazy." The middle-aged tiger-skinned uncle explained.

Wu Hen breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had run to the cannibal village.

Fortunately, the man in the middle who was tied up had no onions, ginger, garlic, or strange gags on his body except for being tied up.

"Dad, brother, you are back!"

A wheat-colored little girl with a whip tied around her head flew out of a wooden house happily like a butterfly.

The little girl has black eyes and delicate cheeks. Although her skin is not snow-white, it still exudes the luster of youth and health. She is flexible and yet has a little heroic spirit. She is both cute and beautiful.

When Wu Hen saw the little girl, another girl who was always waving her little hands immediately came to her mind. For a long time, she, like this girl, liked to happily welcome people returning home.

I don’t know how many years have passed.

How is the little girl now? Does she still like to cry and show off her cleverness?

How far am I from the goddess Nuwa?

The speed of the male and female earth dragon Kun is beyond human technology. It is possible that it has flown to other universes, so it should be countless light years away from home... It is hard to say whether time has been distorted.

As her thoughts were drifting, the wheat-colored little girl looked at Wu Hen with her dark eyes, her little face full of curiosity.

"Hello, my name is Wu Hen." Wu Hen also noticed the little girl's gaze and smiled.

"Hello, brother..." The little girl, who was just beginning to understand shyness, said timidly.

"Sister, this big brother is an angel!" said the boy happily.

"Angel? Those mythical creatures with white wings behind their backs?" the little girl asked in surprise.

The old father beside him also kept nodding.

Wu Hen was speechless for a while.

The father and son called the shit man an angel man, what a mean couple, they teamed up to tease their sister.

Then again, their primitive knowledge of life is very broad. They even know about angels... Shouldn't such things only exist in legends in their western homeland? Why do they feel like they have seen the real thing?

When he entered the house, there was already a dark-skinned woman cooking a pot of mushroom soup. The aroma had already drifted outside, making Wu Hen, who hadn't eaten delicious food for a long time, drool.

The dark-skinned woman smiled gently, and served a bowl to Wu Hen, the guest, first, and asked him to taste it. Wu Hen drank it all in one gulp, forgetting to chew the extremely crispy mushrooms. The warm mushroom soup passed through his throat and flowed into his stomach, making Wu Hen even more excited and almost burst into tears. This was the taste of his hometown. He had never thought that he, a person who was no less than an interstellar traveler, could actually taste such a thick mushroom soup. He was inexplicably full of strength.

"Since we didn't hunt any meat today, let's just eat mushroom soup." said the middle-aged man with tiger skin.

"Well, there is enough for the house." The woman nodded and served a bowl to her son and husband respectively.

The family of four looked very much like his own family. Wu Hen was particularly touched to see that they did not blame each other for the prey, but instead cared and understood each other.

"How do you feel?" asked the uncle from the ancient tiger tribe.

"It tastes very good. By the way, these are just ordinary mushrooms. I feel my physical energy is recovering." Wu Hen said.

"Of course they are not ordinary mushrooms." The tiger-skinned ancient tribe uncle laughed and patted Wu Hen with his hand and said, "These are all poisonous."

"Puff~" Wu Hen almost sprayed a mouthful of soup on this mean uncle.

"Don't worry, brother. It won't be a problem if you eat mushrooms occasionally. But eating too much will have effects, such as indigestion, mental confusion, hallucinations and so on. Severe cases can be fatal...so we eat them after some time." The young man hurriedly explained to Wu Hen.

Talking about toxicity without talking about dosage is just being a hooligan.

It is true that any food in nature carries a slight degree of toxicity, including the purest water.

"In short, we have to have a harvest tomorrow, otherwise we will have to eat these poisonous mushrooms again." said the uncle from the Tiger Skin Ancient Tribe.

"No problem, leave the hunting to me tomorrow. I will make sure to stock up enough meat for you for several winters!" Wu Hen said confidently.

The effect of mushroom soup is very strange. It can create a warm current and even activate one's blood.

The holy fetus in the dantian seems to have received excellent nourishment and is growing healthily.

Physically, Wu Hen could clearly feel that his bones and muscles, which had lost their vitality, were awakening and were developing in the direction of supernatural powers little by little.

Because it was absorbed and digested by Long Kun.

Wu Hen's matrix has degenerated.

Now his hearing is at the second level, and his physique has returned to the first level. Although the holy fetus is still there, it is shriveled. The electric slaughter armor is just an empty shell and has lost its energy activity. As for Xiaoyi, he has also returned to his original state and is still a broken sword dragon. His strength is not much stronger than his own.

But whether it is myself or Xiaoyi, the foundation is still there, and the upper limit has been greatly raised. What they lack is a lot of psychic resources.

Born towards death and breaking through the shackles, the Black Miracle Death Sword reached a higher realm after experiencing that battle, and was even able to contend with the Black Miracle Death Sword's natural enemy. As long as he continues to develop steadily in the future, he will be even more glorious!

……

The sky is dark and the earth is bright. The sky above the world of the scroll is always filled with a dazzling universe of stars. Their extremely pure light forms countless magnificent galaxies, which are so beautiful that they are fascinating.

The land in the world of the scroll glows with the brilliance of the earth. It is not particularly dazzling, but it is not dim either. This makes the heaven and earth always have a bright luster, and the mountains, rivers and all things are reflected in that kind of peace and beauty. It is really like the name of this world, a scroll of mountains and rivers, colorful, magnificent and majestic.

When the ground becomes bright, it means dawn, but they call it ground dawn here.

When the earth's light disappeared, it was dark.

When Wu Hen asked where their sun was, the uncle from the Gu tribe pointed his finger under his feet, indicating that the earth under their feet was the sun.

Wu Hen got up early the next morning.

He saw that many young people in the ancient village had already carried their weapons and went out hunting.

Their weapons were not very primitive. They had all the necessary cold weapons. It just didn't look like they had received systematic training. I'm afraid most of them relied on brute force.

The uncle's name is Chonglishan, the boy's name is Chonghua, the sister's name is Chongxue, and the woman's name is Yaoqing.

In the ancient village, women would go to bed later, and they would start working after the men had gone out...

Of course, a team of people will be left in the village to protect the ancient village.

Wu Hen was also in a daze and followed the hunting team out.

This time, everyone seemed to be planning to enter a mountain. They needed to move out together. Once in the mountain, everyone would hunt on their own and return together.

There was no means of transportation, and no one was using any magic to travel. It was just pure walking, just like the ancient hunter village going up the mountain to hunt animals together.

"It's great that there is no supernatural power. This way life can be peaceful and harmonious." Wu Hen couldn't help but sigh.

It's good, but as Wu Hen is a transformed person, it's natural that he will give these simple ancient people some small shocks next.

After entering Juan Mountain, Wu Hen discovered that the rocks, soil and plants in the mountain were all very peculiar, as if an immortal's dye vat had been overturned and accidentally spilled onto this mortal world, giving this place a fairy-like charm.

"Wild boar, everyone be careful." said the leading man from the ancient tribe.

Wild boar?

This thing can be killed with bare hands.

Wu Hen couldn't help but smile and took a big step forward confidently.

The uncle, Chong Lishan, seemed to have predicted that Wu Hen was going to show off his prowess in front of others. He grabbed him with one hand and whispered, "Just let others show off their prowess."

Wu Hen was very puzzled, but still followed the uncle's advice.

Sure enough, there are people who show off their abilities.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the old man who was tied up yesterday. He had obviously accepted the fact that he had to go out hunting, but the arrogance on his face remained unchanged. As a man from the Zhenwu civilization, he could subdue a creature like a wild boar with just one finger.

Brother Zongzi stepped out proudly. The true energy emanating from the opponent made Wu Hen surprised. There is a master here!
That true energy was in no way inferior to the holy power of his totem bloodline.

"Ouch~~~~~"

Suddenly, there was a deafening roar.

A wild boar stood upright in the mountain and walked over. It was only about four or five meters long.

But it was burning with an extremely exaggerated spiritual flame, a full nine layers!

Those pig eyes were even more terrifying, able to directly burst out destructive light and lightning!

"Oh my god, you call this a wild boar?" Wu Hen was horrified.

You said it was Marshal Tianpeng who fell from the sky and occupied the mountain as the king. Wu Hen believed it!
(End of this chapter)