Survival skills maxed out, I feed my wife and daughter by catching fish and shrimp

In the deep dungeon, the prisoner of the Witch God Cult was dying.

Chen Changfan learned many methods of punishment from the Skinning Rat, and torturing a small character like this was easy for him.

"Erlang, you must be hungry after working so hard for so long."

Outside the dungeon, a beautiful figure appeared. It was Shen Cuiyun, who was worried that her man was not eating well.

"My wife still cares about me."

Upon hearing his wife's voice, the expression on Chen Changfan's face immediately changed from cold and gloomy to a warm smile.

He wiped his hands and was about to take the bowl handed to him by Shen Cuiyun, but suddenly noticed that the other person's hand was shaking violently.

"This... this person is... a bandit?" Shen Cuiyun's eyes were fixed on the bandit from the Wushen Sect, and her tone was a little bit gritted.

Seeing his wife suddenly become emotional, Chen Changfan also realized something. He gently embraced Shen Cuiyun and asked softly, "Could it be that the bandits who robbed your family that time were from the Wushen Cult?"

"Witch God Cult? Witch God Cult... That day, they seemed to have shouted something like 'Long Live the Witch God!' And their attire was exactly the same as the one this person was wearing."

Shen Cuiyun's eyes were filled with hatred, and she gritted her teeth and said, "It's definitely the Wushen Cult. They were the ones who killed my father and mother!"

"Erlang, give me a knife." After recognizing her enemy, Shen Cuiyun just shed tears silently. Then she wiped away her tears and said something in a low voice.

Chen Changfan was silent for a moment, drew out the bloody scimitar from his waist and handed it to Shen Cuiyun.

Shen Cuiyun gripped the knife and walked resolutely towards the terrified bandit. Without any hesitation, she cut the bandit's throat with a knife, and blood splattered all over her body and face.

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The scimitar in her hand fell, and Shen Cuiyun's legs trembled as if all her strength was drained away. Then she began to retch uncontrollably on the spot.

She knew that this man was not the enemy who killed her parents, but the hatred was so deep that she couldn't help but take action.

After killing someone, she felt a little relieved, but her hatred did not disappear.

"Don't worry, my lady. I will lead my troops to attack the Wushen Cult soon. As for my father-in-law and father-in-law whom I have never met, I will take revenge on them."

Chen Changfan looked at his wife, who had suddenly become much more haggard, with heartache, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

Bandits were rampant, and countless innocent people were killed.

The Wushen Cult is the most powerful bandit group in Qingshan County, and none of its bandits are innocent.

This cancer is also a stumbling block on his way to Qinghe County. It seems that it is time to eradicate it completely.

"Sir, this is the confession recorded by the bandit just now. Please take a look."

The subordinate presented the confession, and Chen Changfan read it, his eyes flashing slightly.

Perhaps it was because his methods had become more brutal, or perhaps the bandit felt that his situation was dire, so he told him everything he knew, which allowed him to dig up a lot of new information.

Zhu Dalong, the guardian of the Wushen Sect, is a sorcerer who specializes in puppetry.

The many snow golems that suddenly appeared before were the work of Zhu Dalong.

Chen Changfan knew a little about this lineage. After all, in the reincarnation of the Golden Rat, the Golden Rat had once been a disciple of an immortal master.

It was from that immortal master that the Golden Mouse learned the art of making puppets, and then the Golden Mouse was rescued by the Smiling Mouse. Perhaps the two were of the same lineage.

If his guess was correct, the Golden Mouse and the Smiling Mouse were from the same lineage, and Zhu Dalong and the Smiling Mouse were father-in-law and son-in-law, it would not be surprising that Zhu Dalong could make snow puppets.

And it is very likely that Zhu Dalong's cultivation is far superior to that of the Golden Rat.

In this case, the person who caused the natural disaster might be Zhu Dalong, or at least it should be related to him.

The sorcerer's path to advancement is different from that of a warrior. A warrior constantly strengthens his own qi and blood, while a sorcerer goes through disasters.

The forms and types of disasters include but are not limited to suddenly tripping while walking, magical weapons backfiring on their owners, being struck by lightning on a rainy day, etc.

The higher the rank of the sorcerer, the more terrifying the disaster he will bring.

This led many warlocks to go astray.

Bring disaster.

In fact, it means using human lives to prevent disasters.

Simply put, it is to arrange a ceremony to bring about natural disasters.

It’s just that it’s someone else who experiences the disaster.

The sorcerer deceived the natural disaster through rituals, making it "think" that it was the one who suffered the disaster, and this step of climbing the ladder was completed.

The last hail disaster killed more than a hundred people. This was definitely a disaster of the fourth level or above.

As for the blizzard disaster that just ended, thousands of people died directly from the blizzard. I'm afraid that person has already reached the fifth level.

In other words, Zhu Dalong is a warlock with a strength suspected to be at the fifth level, and he is indeed a very terrifying enemy.

Of course, this is only the case when fighting head-on.

If a warlock is well prepared, he will have no rivals at the same level.

After all, the warlocks have so many methods, their spells are so powerful, and the factions are so complicated and strange that it is almost impossible to guard against them.

But how could Chen Changfan give the other party enough time to prepare?

He likes to attack by surprise, or simply as a sneak attack.

……

Zhengqingshan.

It is the branch of the Wushen Cult in Qingshan County, and it is also a treasure cave where dragon veins and feng shui converge in the vast green mountains.

A red-haired man in a bright red robe and a tall, rat-headed man sat at the table. They were none other than Zhu Dalong, the guardian of the Wushen Cult, and Ji Wu, the Smiling Rat, the leader of the Rat Gang (now destroyed).

The two men, one playing black and the other playing white, were playing chess intensely when they suddenly heard a report coming from outside the door.

"Master Protector, there is a group of people outside the door who want to see you. They claim to be from Xiaofeng Manor and have come to bring you a gift."

Zhu Dalong seemed to be deaf to the words, his gaze still fixed on the chessboard. A glint flashed in his eyes, and he chuckled, "Oh, so you've been feinting in the front all along. The real killer move is actually in the back."

As he spoke, Zhu Dalong made a move in a certain direction, just in time to curb Ji Wu's imminent attack.

Ji Wu stared at the chessboard for a while, then suddenly shook his head and smiled.

"Nothing can be hidden from my father-in-law. My trick has been seen through. My defeat is inevitable."

He resigned himself to the defeat, but seeing his father-in-law still lost in thought, he couldn't help but ask, "I believe my lord father-in-law has seen through Xiaofeng Manor's true intentions. What are your plans for responding?"

Zhu Dalong smiled without saying anything, raised his hand and pointed to the wall not far away, where a strange magical tool similar to a compass was hanging.

The magic weapon emitted a faint light, with flashes of light constantly appearing, making it look quite extraordinary.

The next moment, a clear light flashed, and several eye-catching red spots suddenly appeared in the upper left corner of the compass, rapidly approaching the center of the compass.

"Chen Changfan's movements are quite impressive. We just sent a team of men over here, and he came straight up from the cliff. Do you really think I'm blind?"

Zhu Dalong smiled coldly, and a hint of murderous intent suddenly flashed in his eyes.