Chapter 5: Blood Sweet Potato, Divination

  "Blood yam?" Wen Ya's face was shocked, and with a raise of his hand, the bronze-red iron awl flew out. With a 'whoosh' sound, the iron awl, flashing with sharp light, wrapped in an astonishing aura, shot towards the completely defenseless toothed lizard like lightning.

  "With a 'plop' sound, the Garchomp's skull was instantly pierced to the ground, and white brain fluid mixed with red blood slowly flowed out, looking quite shocking. The Garchomp, which had just been proudly searching for the Blood Potato, suddenly died an unnatural death."

  At almost the same time, Wenya's body suddenly moved.

  The sharp dagger originally hidden at his ankle suddenly appeared and shot out with a speed as swift as lightning.

  Before the remaining two-headed lizard with a foul-smelling mouth could bite over, his wrist turned, and the sharp blade of the dagger flashed out, making a fierce straight stab at the fatal spot on one of the lizard's necks.

  Fresh blood splattered, the lizard let out a miserable cry, its ferocious head had already tilted to one side, it struggled for just a few moments, and in the blink of an eye, it was dead.

  One strike to kill, Wen Ya's footsteps did not stop, the sole of his foot exerted force on the ground, barely dodging another toothy lizard's attack, and at the same time, he swiftly pulled out the iron pike stuck in the lizard's corpse, striking it towards the body of the lizard behind him with lightning speed.

  Coppery light flashed, sharp claws wrapped around a powerful force, and lightning-like strikes were still twisting the last head of the lizard.

  The lizard encountered a life-threatening threat and let out a loud hiss, wanting to escape in terror.

  However, a stiff body wanting to turn around suddenly is not an easy thing, and the speed of the iron nail coming straight over was extremely fast, almost instantly appearing in front of its eyes.

  The last remaining toothed lizard was killed on the spot with a blink of an eye.

  One kick sent the gecko flying, and as the dust settled, five or six dark red, wrinkled fist-sized potatoes rolled out of the hole that had been dug by the geckos.

  Smiling, she carefully took out the several fist-sized plant rhizomes from the hole, and Wen Ya held them in her hands to admire them, unable to help but feel grateful for her good luck.

  Just by washing the sweet potatoes clean and swallowing them whole, these few shriveled plant roots alone contain abundant vital energy, enough to make up for his hard work of over a dozen days!

  Just then, "Roar!", a majestic and powerful roar suddenly came from the distant mountains.

  A deafening sound shook the sky, a majestic gaze swept across the land, and a thunderous roar that seemed to shake heaven and earth suddenly filled the entire space with an aura of terror, making Wen Ya feel an urge to turn around and leave.

  Rolls of smoke and dust swirled up, and from a distance came the terrified howls of various wild beasts. The surroundings fell into chaos, countless birds took flight, and through the gaps in the branches, it was possible to see countless animals fleeing in all directions.

  Judging from this posture, the body of this unknown creature must be huge enough to scare people to death!

  "What is that thing......?" Wen Ya was shocked and looked up. Suddenly, a huge shadow flashed over his head, bringing a strong gust of wind.

  That was a gigantic "monster bird" with a body length of 17 or 18 meters, with a huge and ferocious head that could vaguely see the sharp white teeth, and its whole body was covered with dark blue scales that shone with a strange light under the sunlight.

  Its hind limbs have two huge sharp claws, and the wingspan is over ten meters long when spread open. At the tip of each wing is a smaller claw, and behind it trails a nearly ten-meter-long tail.

  As it glided over the location where Wen Ya was, it seemed to have caught a whiff of an unfamiliar scent. It suddenly lowered its terrifying head and gazed at the dense forest where Wen Ya was with an eerie gaze. The yellow pupils stood upright, and the brutal coldness in its eyes made one's heart tremble with fear.

  Staring blankly at the massive creature slowly disappearing into the sky, Wen Ya was shocked beyond measure, his soul almost flying out of his body. He widened his eyes and stood there for a moment, speechless.

  What... is this world coming to?!

  ……

  The mountain ridge in the night sky looks more quiet and desolate, black and shiny, pairs of emerald green or golden eyes appear and disappear in the dense bush, flashing like ghost fires between graves, everywhere there are wild wolves and hunting dogs' mournful howls, as well as the strange and piercing "hooting" sounds of owls.

  In the deepest part of the southeastern corner of the village, a dimly lit loft with a pungent smell mixed with dampness.

  The ground was covered with the hides and scales of various unknown species of ferocious beasts, on top of which were neatly stacked a variety of strange-looking plant roots, fruits, and flowers. Alongside the grey-brown walls hung over a dozen animal carcasses of varying sizes and structures, all of which were a uniform pale white. Amidst the faintly swirling green mist, the atmosphere grew increasingly eerie and mysterious.

  On the lower edge of the wall at the right bottom corner of the house, a dozen or so ugly earthenware jars made from kilns were neatly stacked and arranged, but it was unknown what kind of things they held inside.

  Wen Ya's two legs knelt obediently in a corner of the house, with an eerie expression staring at the dry and ugly old man who looked like a withered wooden stick.

  In the center of the room, a brazier filled with firewood, inside a small black cauldron that had been smoked to a dark color by charcoal, a thick, emerald-green liquid resembling congee was constantly bubbling and churning with boiling air pockets.

  Inside, you can vaguely see the bodies of colorful scorpions and brightly colored flower snakes and other poisonous insects constantly surfacing and then slowly sinking to the bottom of the cauldron.

  The old witch's face was as dry and wrinkled as a toad's skin, without the slightest expression, but her hands never stopped, constantly throwing various strange herbal powders into the cauldron.

  Looks very mysterious and eerie.

  A faint green misty gas, ceaselessly rising from the thick, boiling liquid in the cauldron, made Wen Ya's eyebrows furrow slightly. As he breathed it into his nostrils, a dizzying sensation floated up to his mind!

  "Don't panic." The old man sitting beside the tripod, his turbid eyes glanced lightly at Wenya in the corner, and with a flick of his fingernail, he picked up a small pinch of strange brown powder from a wooden box next to the fire pit, curved his fingers, and gently flipped it into the air.

  Half a minute later, the pungent and irritating smell filled the entire room, rushing straight into Wenya's nostrils, and he suddenly felt a clarity in his mind, and the previous dizziness and suffocation disappeared without a trace.

  After another half a beat, the shaman held a black and shiny fireboard in his hand, stirring it vigorously for several times, making the bonfire in the fire basin continue to burn weakly. At the same time, his dry and bony palm rummaged through his chest pocket, taking out a piece of turtle shell with a smooth surface and edges, emitting a faint red glow, like white jade.

  The old man's face was solemn, and in his eye sockets, a green flame seemed to flicker uncertainly, looking quite eerie and ominous.