Chu Tian woke up.

The old yellow dog, who was bald for most of his hair, had a lame hind leg, and his eyes were a little cloudy, obviously not very good eyesight, sighed, stood up from the grass nest beside Chu Tian, put his nose in front of Chu Tian and sniffed, and let out a low 'Wang'.

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

The old yellow dog's expression is very friendly, revealing the vicissitudes and kindness unique to an old man who has seen through the world. He stretched out a paw and touched Chu Tian's cheek, and after feeling Chu Tian's soft breathing, he shook his tail, and lay down in the grass nest beside Chu Tian, turned over comfortably, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Chu Tian's eyes widened, staring blankly at the thatched roof full of holes above his head.

The condition of this house is not very good, the roof is made of old thatch, and the blackened thatch has not been replaced for at least ten years. The thatched mulch had collapsed in half, and the roof was full of holes, through which rays of light penetrated, and the dust in the house fluttered lightly in the pillars of light.

With the sound of 'chirp', several strange hens with short statures, but a pair of extremely fat paws, almost the thickness of Chu Tian's arms, fluttered into the hut.

The door of the hut was closed, but only the upper half of the door remained, and only a few thin branches remained in the lower half, and the old hens came in with a little pride.

The thatched hut is not big, but it is not small, it can have the appearance of seven or eight zhang square, leaning against the walls on both sides, two thick piles of thatch, Chu Tian and this old yellow dog, lying on the thatch in the corner of the wall.

Looking at the depression on the thatch, there are at least a dozen people resting on the thatched pile in this house on weekdays.

The air was filled with the unique smell of sweat on the men who didn't take a bath all year round, and the smell of stinky feet almost condensed into substance, like a wire constantly drilling into Chu Tian's nose, which made Chu Tian very helpless.

Turning his head with difficulty, Chu Tian saw five or six wooden bows with poor texture hanging on the wall on one side, looking at the cracks on the bow arm, Chu Tian bet that the range of this bow would not exceed twenty zhang.

Underneath the wooden bow, several wooden spears stood against the base of the wall.

The workmanship of the wooden spear was also poor, the shaft was also cracked, and the metal head had a trace of rust, which was obviously not carefully maintained by anyone on a daily basis. Especially looking at the traces on the gun heads, these gun heads are a little old, and most of the edges are worn out, Chu Tian is very skeptical, if this thing is used to stab those old hens, can they be killed with one shot.

The two old hens stepped on Chu Tian's belly and were afraid, and an inch-long centipede crawled out of the thatched pile under Chu Tian, and the two old hens pounced quickly, 'clucking' and pecking at the same time.

A burst of chickens and dogs jumped, two old hens collided together, centipedes ran away, two old hens quickly pounced on their companions a few times, one accidentally, an old hen tore a paw on the nose of the old yellow dog.

The old yellow dog howled miserably, he jumped up violently, and bit out indiscriminately, and the buttocks of an old hen were bitten by the old yellow dog, and several old hens who ran into the hut screamed at the same time, flapping their wings and escaping out of the hut.

The old yellow dog roared a few times, and he was exhausted and had no strength to pursue and take revenge on the old hens. Annoyedly, he spit out the chicken feathers in his mouth, the old yellow dog glanced at Chu Tian gently and kindly, simply pulled the dog's head on Chu Tian's shoulder, and continued to fall asleep.

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

Only then did he realize that his voice was hoarse and ugly, and his throat seemed to be stuffed with seven or eight hundred embroidery needles, which was hot and stinging, but it was extremely cold, and every word had to be very difficult to squeeze out of his throat.

Looking inward, in the Heavenly Realm, the white glazed lamp was quietly suspended there, and the light of a little sesame seed-sized, green and faint lamp was very faint, but very firmly suspended on the lamp and burned quietly.

There was only an extremely faint stream of golden-red air in the lamp, which was thinner than a hair, barely keeping the lamp on.

Chu Tian's Heavenly Soul, the nine-foot-tall Heavenly Soul was suspended next to the lamp like a zombie, and the ice layer turned by the cathode cold spirit thickly sealed his Heavenly Soul, making his Heavenly Soul useless at all.

The mana in his body was still frozen, and only a trace of extremely fine heat was circulating in the meridians, allowing Chu Tian's body to barely maintain a trace of vitality.

Taking a long, difficult breath, Chu Tian shouted in a low voice, "Lord Rat?"

On the giant ship, seeing the sudden great change in the sky and land, and then the real explosion of the sky and the earth, the last scene in Chu Tian's memory was the sudden collapse of the giant ship, and the rat master flew over with a weird evil smile, and his long tail wrapped around his body, dragging him out of the collapsed giant ship.

After that, there was nothing to feel after that.

The cathode cold spirit is a good thing, no matter how much impact Chu Tian received and how many injuries he suffered during the period when he was taken away by the rat master, he didn't feel anything anyway.

"It's just...... Lord Rat?" Chu Tian shouted in a low voice.

There was no movement, the rat master was not nearby, Chu Tian didn't know where he was, at this moment, his whole body felt almost completely frozen, but he could barely see, hear, and speak...... It's no different from a living dead.

However, it seems to be slightly better than when I first took the cathode cold on the giant ship.

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, a faint reaction finally came from the ten fingers, and then the arms, and then the arms.

The insignificant and subtle heat flow in his body flowed slowly, and Chu Tian struggled with great difficulty, struggling to straighten up little by little, leaning against the earthen wall beside him with difficulty.

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

Chu Tian shook his head, he struggled hard, and finally he stood up crookedly and with great difficulty. Gently touching the old yellow dog's head, Chu Tian supported the wall with both hands, shaking step by step, like a seriously ill tuberculosis ghost, trembling all over, taking a breath in one step, and finally walked to the door of the thatched hut.

Slowly and tremblingly opening the door of the house, Chu Tian saw a piece of thatched huts piled up haphazardly.

There were chickens and ducks and other poultry walking all over the ground, dogs that were not very strong were lying under the eaves in a daze, and several men in ragged clothes with fierce faces were hurrying past the corners of the houses dozens of feet away with crude spears.

Suddenly, a terrible roar came from afar: "The stockade is broken, broken! The officers and soldiers have come in!, pull!"

Chu Tian's body stiffened suddenly—what was the situation? The stockade was broken? The officers and soldiers came in? You...... Second uncle's!