Chapter 127: Trial of the Mountain God
"Are you ready?"
In front of the mountain god temple, Zhang Yang's face was solemn, his divine light was restrained, and he had nothing of his own. He just stood there, seemingly even more unfathomable than the statue of the mountain god in the temple.
"The little god has been preparing for a long time."
A breeze blew by, carrying a faint scent of incense, and finally landed on the mountain god trial talisman. There was a flash of white light, and then there was no sound.
Zhang Yang put away the Mountain God Trial Talisman and looked back at where he had come from. The entire village had castle buildings in various shapes and sizes, half leaning against the hills and half surrounding the plains. All these things had already begun to show signs of prosperity.
"Are you sure you want to activate the Mountain God Trial Talisman?"
"Warning, the Mountain God Trial Talisman will connect to an unknown world, and the Village Construction Order will not be effective there. And the Village Construction Order cannot actively teleport you back unless you can obtain an item similar to the Mountain God Trial Talisman in that strange world."
"I'm warning you again. If you return to this world within 60 days, your adopted son Zhang Wenyuan will automatically inherit the position of village chief. Therefore, the fantasy village building order and the game village building order bound to you will be temporarily confiscated."
"You need to consume 50,000 energy points to start this unknown trial."
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"confirm."
Zhang Yang was calm and chose to confirm.
Then a wave like water ripples rolled over, and his figure was like a reflection in the water, disappearing without a trace in an instant, as if he had never existed in this world.
——
The fishy smell of fermented mule and horse manure mixed with damp soil woke Zhang Yang up in an instant.
Then he felt that wet feeling that almost drove him crazy.
“So this is growing mushrooms?”
With this thought flashing through his mind, Zhang Yang had to try his best to get out of the dark, unknown thing that looked like a sleeping bag.
"hiss--"
It hurt a lot. The sharp pain in his left thigh almost made him cry out, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.
What the hell? Are you injured?
It was somewhat dark all around, but the sound of rain outside made him feel irritated for no apparent reason.
"Mountain God, are you still there?"
Zhang Yang asked in his heart, but there was no response. He tried to open the village building order, and then he realized that both the fantasy village building order and the game village building order had been confiscated.
He doesn't even know his specific condition now.
What's worse is that he doesn't know if this body has been soul-traveled or what, but he is unable to release the soul force field.
This is a really bad start.
However, Zhang Yang was not panicked. He had expected this. Since the mountain god trial could not be covered by the village construction order, it was enough to show the seriousness of the situation.
But it was precisely for this reason that he decided to take the risk.
"So, this is a simple cowhide tent, and it's raining outside, and it's probably the kind of rainy weather that's been going on for several days."
"My body is injured. There are signs of excessive blood loss. In addition, there are fatal factors such as wound infection and high fever. From this point of view, the previous owner of my body must be dead."
"Fortunately, after I traveled through time, this fatal wound infection and high fever were contained by some force. Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to survive."
Zhang Yang analyzed quickly while looking at everything in the cowhide tent.
Next to the sleeping bag was a dirty animal skin backpack, but it had been turned upside down by someone. Next to the backpack was an ugly bowl with a small pile of turbid liquid in it. Zhang Yang suspected that it was some kind of medicine.
"It seems that someone has treated me, or I have tried to save myself, but it has basically no effect."
In addition, although this cowhide tent is simple, it can accommodate two people. However, there are no sleeping bags in the extra space. Instead, several messy footprints and a pile of grayish-white dirt can be seen.
Zhang Yang stared at the dirt for a long time before he suddenly realized that it should be the mark left by the whetstone.
In other words, the unknown neighbor next door once carefully polished his beloved weapon here, then packed up and left, taking away the relics of the previous owner.
"I hope I'm wrong."
Zhang Yang laughed at himself and struggled to crawl out of the sleeping bag filled with the foul smell of decay. It was really horrible. His left leg was almost rotten and there was a broken arrow stuck in it.
"No way, so this is a medieval setting?"
Zhang Yang still had the heart to laugh, then he looked around for any small knife. The wound had to be treated immediately. Although he didn't know what force was suppressing the wound infection and high fever, this force could not exist forever.
After searching for a while, Zhang Yang was sweating profusely from the pain, but fortunately, it seemed that the previous owner was a standard warrior, because there was a dagger tied to his right leg.
And the neighbor didn't take it away.
"Huh? What is this?"
At this time, Zhang Yang finally noticed that there was a wooden accessory hanging on his chest. It was very simple, but the pattern on it looked familiar. It was the mountain temple in his village.
"Minato, the mountain god? Is that you, brother?"
No response.
Zhang Yang blinked and looked at the wound on his left leg. He had felt strange before. Such a serious wound was infected. It was no exaggeration to say that maggots had grown in it. There was no way he could survive. There must be some force that was curbing the injury.
It is absolutely impossible that it is some kind of time-travel benefit or a golden finger. The injury cannot deceive people.
Now it seems that it was the mountain god who was using his weak power to help.
"Not bad, you are more reliable than that guy Duan Kuan."
With a chuckle, Zhang Yang cut off a piece of smelly leather from the sleeping bag, bit it hard in his mouth, and then began to steadily cut the completely rotten flesh on his left leg.
This is a must.
Zhang Yang cut off the rotten flesh piece by piece with a knife. He almost fainted from the pain several times. However, perhaps it was the mountain god's weak healing ability that helped him to finally hold on until fresh blood flowed from the wound.
The wound at this time was very horrific, and Zhang Yang continued to grope around. There were almost no supplies in the tent, let alone finding liquor.
But he was lucky, he found some stones and a pile of ashes from a burn.
This is good stuff.
Without saying a word, Zhang Yang grabbed a few handfuls and pressed them on.
Well, he has done what he can do, and now it depends on this guy, the Mountain God. After all, this is the Mountain God’s trial world and his main battlefield. He can’t be a hopeless person.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yang did not really wait for a miracle to happen. After resting for a while, he carefully moved his body, leaned his head on the cowhide tent, and listened to the movement outside.
After a long time, he confirmed that there was no other sound outside except the sound of rain.
It seems that he is really the only one left here.
Holding the dagger in one hand, Zhang Yang opened a crack in the entrance of the tent and squinted his eyes to look out. The first thing he saw was the dim sky, turbid puddles and mud trampled by livestock and horses.
So Zhang Yang immediately determined that this was a camp.
And it is only temporary, because all the trampled weeds on the ground are still green and full of vitality.
In front of the tent, there seemed to be a valley filled with mist, and the location of the tent was obviously a hill with a gentle slope, which was perfect for setting up a campsite.
But it seemed that there was only one tent, no, there were two lonely tents in the camp.
"strangeness."
Zhang Yang frowned slightly. Who were the companions of the previous master?
Although these cowhide tents are simple, they should be able to be exchanged for some money, or are they the final resting place for the dead?
"Perhaps the previous owner had not yet died at that time?"
Zhang Yang thought about it, then turned around and crawled back, took the ugly medicine bowl and placed it outside the tent. He needed to drink some water. Although drinking raw water in the wild was a suicidal act, it didn't matter considering that he had the mountain god as his wet nurse.
After drinking a bowl of cold rain water, Zhang Yang carefully took care of his wound, crawled into the mud and dragged back a piece of wood. This piece of wood should have been used to support something last night, but the team was in too much of a hurry, so it was stepped into the mud and was discovered by him.
This was a nice piece of wood, very hard, about two meters long, five centimeters thick, straight, and the surface was rubbed very smooth.
When Zhang Yang touched several traces of rope binding on it, he roughly determined the information.
"This should be a caravan. There are many large animals in the caravan, and they are pulling some large carts. This wood is used to tie up the goods on the carts."
"Well, it's time to do the first thing of the game, rubbing the wooden spears."
Zhang Yang smiled happily. He was now increasingly aware of the magic of the skill passed down by Wu Yuan. There was almost no hell start where the wooden spear could not be used.
"I feel like Wooden Spear is the protagonist, and I'm just the supporting actor."
The dagger was not very sharp, but fortunately Zhang Yang still had the skill to cut the wooden spear. Even though he was very weak at the moment, he could still cut steadily.
He fell asleep several times during the process, but whenever he woke up, he would keep rubbing the wooden spear.
Around the next day, or even later, the rain outside finally stopped, and Zhang Yang successfully cut out a wooden spear that met acceptable standards.
It was also at this time that he felt much better and finally heard the voice of the mountain god.
"My Lord, the situation is not good. This world's rejection of me is quite terrifying. I'm afraid we won't be able to return alive this time."
"What's the situation? Don't jump to conclusions yet. Tell me what you know. Are there main quests and side quests?"
Zhang Yang was so hungry that he felt dizzy, but he still remained extraordinarily calm.
"What main quest? What branch quest? I don't understand what you are talking about, sir. I can only say that the only purpose of our coming here is to find a way back. As long as we can go back, I can at least upgrade to a level 10 mountain god."
"Wait, what do you mean?"
Zhang Yang was stunned, and found the way back, "Can't the village construction order take us back?"
"No, sir. I used one unit of divine power to randomly divine a fortune talisman, so I must use ten units of divine power to lock our way back again. In other words, as long as we can gather ten units of divine power, we can go back. After this experience, I will become stronger."
"But, my Lord, as I just said, this world's rejection of me is horrible. I have no chance of obtaining ten units of divinity."
"Minato, so you're trying to trick me?"
Zhang Yang smiled, but he was not angry. "Can you still heal me?"
"Yes, sir. However, I have already used up 0.5 units of my divine power to stabilize your injuries. I have to reserve 0.1 units of my divine power to communicate with you. We can only use 0.4 units of my divine power now."
"I understand. Don't think too much. Leave the rest to me. Also, don't heal my wounds. I feel like they can heal slowly. Your divinity might be of great use."
Zhang Yang said calmly.
(End of this chapter)
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