Chu Tian woke up.

The old yellow dog, whose head was mostly bald, had a lame hind leg, and whose eyes were a little cloudy, obviously had poor eyesight. He sighed, stood up from the grass nest beside Chu Tian, ​​put his nose in front of Chu Tian and sniffed, and woofed in a low voice.

Chu Tian blinked and looked at the old yellow dog blankly.

The old yellow dog had a friendly expression, revealing the vicissitudes and kindness of an old man who had seen through the world. He stretched out a paw and touched Chu Tian's cheek. After feeling Chu Tian's gentle breath, he wagged his tail, lay down in the grass nest next to Chu Tian, ​​turned over comfortably, and then fell asleep.

Chu Tian widened his eyes and stared blankly at the thatched roof above his head that was full of holes.

The condition of this house was not very good. The roof was made of stale thatch, which had turned black and had not been replaced for at least ten years. The soil layer in the thatch had collapsed by more than half, and there were holes everywhere on the roof. Rays of light came in through these holes, and the floating dust in the house was flying lightly in the beam of light.

With the sound of "chirping", several strange hens with short bodies but extremely plump claws, almost as thick as Chu Tian's arms, fluttered into the hut.

The door of the hut was closed, but only the upper half was left, with only a few thin branches remaining in the lower half. These big-looking old hens walked in with a bit of arrogance.

The hut was not big, but not small either. It was about 70 to 80 feet square. There were two piles of thick thatch against the walls on both sides. Chu Tian and the old yellow dog were lying on the thatch in the corner.

Judging from the depressions on the thatch, there are at least a dozen people resting on the thatch in this house on a normal day.

The air was filled with the unique sweat smell of men who rarely took a bath throughout the year. The smell of stinky feet almost condensed into substance, and kept drilling into Chu Tian's nose like iron wire, which made Chu Tian very helpless.

Turning his head with difficulty, Chu Tian saw five or six crude wooden bows hanging on the wall. Looking at the cracks on the bow arms, Chu Tian dared to bet that the range of the bow would not exceed twenty meters.

Below the wooden bow, several wooden spears were placed against the wall.

The workmanship of the wooden spear was also very crude, the spear shaft also had cracks, and the metal spear head had a trace of rust, obviously no one had carefully maintained it on weekdays. Especially looking at the marks on the spear head, these spear heads were quite old, and the cutting edge was mostly worn out. Chu Tian doubted whether this thing could kill those old hens with one shot.

Two old hens were stepping on Chu Tian's belly and were scared. An inch-long centipede crawled out from the thatch pile under Chu Tian. The two old hens pounced on it quickly, pecking at it at the same time while making a "cluck".

There was a commotion, two old hens bumped into each other, the centipede ran away and the two old hens quickly pounced on their companion. Accidentally, one of the old hen tore the nose of the old yellow dog with its claws.

The old yellow dog let out a miserable howl, then he suddenly jumped up and bit an old hen hard on the butt. Several old hens that ran into the hut screamed at the same time and flapped their wings to escape from the hut.

The old yellow dog roared a few times in anger, but he was too exhausted to chase and retaliate against the old hens. He angrily spit out the chicken feathers in his mouth, looked at Chu Tian gently and kindly, and simply drooped his head on Chu Tian's shoulder and continued to sleep soundly.

"What a good dog!" Chu Tian couldn't help but laugh.

Only then did he realize that his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and it felt like there were seven or eight hundred embroidery needles stuck in his throat, which was burning and stinging, yet also extremely cold. Every word he squeezed out of his throat was very difficult.

Concentrating and looking inward, in the spiritual realm, a white glazed lamp was quietly suspended there. A sesame-sized, faint green light was floating on the lamp, burning quietly but firmly.

Only an extremely weak wisp of golden and red air, thinner than a hair, remained in the lamp, barely maintaining the light.

Chu Tian's soul, which was more than nine feet tall, was suspended beside the lamp like a zombie. The thick layer of ice formed by the cold Yin soul sealed his soul, making it impossible for him to move it at all.

The magic power in his body was still frozen, with only a tiny trace of heat flowing through his meridians, allowing Chu Tian's body to barely maintain a trace of vitality.

After taking a long and difficult breath, Chu Tian called out in a low voice, "Master Rat?"

On the giant ship, he saw Tianlu suddenly undergo a huge change, and then there was a real earth-shattering explosion. The last scene in Chu Tian's memory was that the giant ship suddenly broke apart, and Rat Lord swooped over with a weird and evil smile on his face. His long tail wrapped around his body and dragged him out of the collapsed giant ship.

After that, I didn’t feel anything.

Yinji Hanpo is a good thing. No matter how many shocks or injuries Chu Tian suffered when he was taken away by Rat Lord, he didn't feel anything.

"But... Master Rat?" Chu Tian called out in a low voice.

There was no movement, Lord Rat was not nearby, and Chu Tian didn't know where he was. At this moment, his whole body felt almost completely frozen, and he could only barely see, hear, and speak... In fact, he was no different from a living dead.

However, it seems to be slightly better than when he had just taken the Yin Cathode Cold Soul on the giant ship.

After taking a deep breath with difficulty, Chu Tian slowly tried to move his ten fingers. At first, there was no reaction, but after an unknown amount of time, there was finally a faint reaction from his ten fingers, and then from his arms and forearms.

The tiny amount of heat in the body flowed slowly, and Chu Tian struggled with great difficulty to straighten his body bit by bit, and leaned against the earth wall beside him with difficulty.

The old yellow dog opened his eyes wide and looked at Chu Tian, ​​then he sighed again, put his head on Chu Tian's calf, and continued to sleep.

Chu Tian shook his head and struggled hard. Finally, he stood up with great difficulty. He gently touched the old yellow dog's head. Chu Tian supported himself against the wall with both hands, and staggered with every step, like a consumptive who was seriously ill. He trembled all over and took a breath after every step. Finally, he reached the door of the hut.

Chu Tian slowly and tremblingly opened the door and saw a group of huts piled together in a haphazard manner.

The ground was filled with poultry such as chickens and ducks walking around, and not very strong dogs were lying under the eaves in a daze. A few ragged men with fierce and bandit-like looks on their faces were carrying crude spears and walking hurriedly past the corner of the house dozens of feet away.

Suddenly, a shrill roar came from afar: "The stockade has been breached, breached! The soldiers are coming in! Hurry, hurry!"

Chu Tian's body suddenly stiffened. What was going on? The village was breached? The soldiers came in? You... bastard!