I don't know how many years the pitch-black cauldron has been used, and it is probably the most important treasure in the entire village. Under the cauldron, the flame of the golden-wrapped vine emitted a special golden-red light, and Song Zheng guessed that they must use the gold-wrapped vine for more than a hundred years as firewood, probably because of this golden-red flame, in order to refine the substance in that bone.

He quietly took out the Yang Shentian Divine Eye Sense "Meticulous Appearance" and looked over there - under the ancient demon clone, "Meticulous Appearance" could only shine from the eyes to the cauldron.

He saw that under the action of the flame, the bone slowly began to decompose and melt, and some of the bone on the surface merged into the soup in the cauldron.

Song Zheng was a little strange, because it didn't seem to be simply boiling soup, if it was boiling soup, it was just refining the nutrients in the bones, and the people in this village used a special flame to melt some of the bones.

After about seven hours, the flames finally went out. Twenty-one children, brought out by their own parents, lined up in front of the cauldron. Each of them held a clay bowl in their hands, and their big clean and bright eyes were full of anticipation.

The elders in the village smiled hopefully and looked at their children eagerly. In a very incongruous way, the village chief raised the cauldron with one dry left hand and a wooden spoon in the other, and added soup to the children one by one.

Every child is like her own, she will affectionately pat the smiling face, scratch the nose, and encourage them.

More than 20 children, after a pot of bone broth was divided, the village chief put down the cauldron: "Children, let's start." Don't be afraid of burning, it works best when it's hot. ”

The children picked up the big bowl and drank it, and a few of them were hot and shed tears, but they still drank it hard.

When the children had finished drinking, the village chief took out the bone that had not yet been boiled, cut it into small pieces with a stroke of his finger, and distributed it to everyone.

Song Zheng was curious when he looked in the dark, he could see that it should be an ancient beast bone, I don't know what kind it came from, but the bone must be very hard, but these people chewed and swallowed it, and seemed to enjoy it very much.

This look even made Song Zheng have self-doubts: Is it delicious to chew bones?

Obviously, for the village, such a piece of animal bone is extremely precious, and it cannot be wasted.

"Let's all go back. The village chief said, "Take good care of the little ones tonight." Later, they were the pillars of the village. ”

"Yes. "The people scattered and went home, and those children who drank bone broth were destined to have no sleep tonight.

Song Zheng was very curious, what kind of cultivation system was this? Drinking soup to grow up? Spiritual food cultivation? In the middle of the night, he quietly touched into the village and secretly inspected the cauldron.

He observed the remnants of the cauldron and couldn't help but frown secretly. At this moment, a painful voice sounded in a simple shed. Immediately after, this kind of voice came and went, all of them were the children who had drunk the soup during the day.

Song Zheng quietly looked at it, the meridians on those children's bodies were clearly highlighted, and their bodies were undergoing some kind of change.

He already had some guesses before, and when he looked at it at this time, he could roughly understand what was going on, but he didn't understand that the dignified immortal realm, even if it fell to the level, should have countless top-notch inheritances, why did it become what it is now?

The groans of pain continued until dawn, when the changes in the children's bodies finally ended, and they fell asleep from exhaustion. And those parents who guarded their children all night, although they were also very tired, were extremely excited.

But at the east end of the village, there was a heart-rending cry, and the village chief and the people hurried in, the child on the bed was dying, the meridians of his body were blackened, and his muscles were dissolving.

The old village chief checked the child's state and shook his head at the parents, the child's mother threw herself into her husband's arms and cried, and everyone else who came casually was also sad.

In such a world, small villages like theirs can only survive if they are united, and every child is precious and the hope for the future.

But every child must pass this hurdle, this is their destiny and their responsibility.

"Village Chief, is there really no way?" the child's father had red circles in his eyes, he was the second-class powerhouse in the village, and he immediately entered the Knowing Destiny Realm, only slightly weaker than the leader of the team.

On weekdays, he plays the role of a tough man in front of the villagers, but when his children face this situation, he endures it again and again, and tears still flow down his face.

The village chief sighed and said, "The forging body failed, and the body dissolved, you know this situation very well, unless the Great Heavenly Witch comes to the world, otherwise...... There is no way to return to heaven. She shook her head helplessly, and then looked at the child on the bed, her eyes full of kind love and pain.

The mother's crying was louder, and the father was also crying silently, and suddenly a person came from outside Jin in a hurry: "Village chief, there are people outside begging for water to drink." ”

The leader of the team said angrily: "Drive away! On the Broken Wasteland, don't you know how precious a sip of water is, we don't have enough to drink ourselves, how can we give alms to outsiders."

At this time, you still use this kind of thing to bother. ”

The man didn't answer, but just looked at the village chief and said, "You better go and take a look." ”

The village chief understood, got up and said, "Okay, let's go and have a look." She patted her parents on the shoulder: "Mourn ......"

There was a man standing outside the village, and when the village chief saw him, he understood why the guards had decided to let him see him. This person is very different from them, he is well-dressed, his hair is clean, and there is a kind of indifferent confidence in his eyes.

The village chief stepped forward, bowed slightly, and asked, "Why do you want to play tricks on me and other miserable people. If you have any requests, even if you open your mouth, you will not dare to refuse if you can. ”

Of course, Song Zheng took the initiative to appear because he couldn't bear to let the child die young, and he had a good impression of this village. But walking in directly to say that the other party may not believe it.

Begging for water is just an excuse for temptation.

He smiled slightly and said, "The village chief doesn't have to worry, I'm not the person you think, I'm really just passing by, and I can't find a water source around, so I'm cheeky and begging for a sip of water." ”

The village chief remained silent, took out a kettle from under his shirt, carefully found a bowl of water, and held it with both hands: "Your Excellency, please use it." ”

Song Zheng drank, and behind the village chief, several soldiers obviously moved their throats, and they looked a little greedy. Song Zheng returned the bowl to the village chief and smiled, "Thank you." ”

He looked at the village and said, "The grace of dripping water, when the spring is reciprocated, the village chief can solve any difficulties on his behalf." ”

The faces of the people behind the village chief changed slightly, and the village chief also pleaded: "Our small village is full of everything, there is really nothing that is worthy of such painstaking efforts by nobles. ”

Song Zheng was stunned, people thought he had ulterior motives.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, but he didn't blame the village chief. He could probably see what was going on in this part of the world. They live in hardship and are oppressed everywhere, so they are naturally extremely vigilant.

He also said, "I heard a cry in the village, but who is sick? ”

Behind the village chief, the leader of the team snorted coldly, "Are you the resurrection of the Great Heavenly Witch?"

"Naturally not. Song Zheng smiled heartily, and the other party said angrily: "If it's not, you don't need it, and it's useless to see it." The village chief stopped the leader and said to Song Zheng: "I have no strength to return to the sky, and I don't bother the nobles." It's just a bowl of water, and it's not worth taking so much attention to the nobles. ”

Song Zheng was a little helpless and wanted to help, but it was the first time he had worked so hard.

He looked at the village and said helplessly: "I'm offended, I'm worried that it will be too late if it's too late." ”

He stepped into the village, and the faces of the village chief changed greatly, and they felt that this evil guest was finally "trying to see the poor dagger". It's just that Song Zheng is too powerful compared to them, including the village chief, when Song Zheng stepped into the village, all the towns were sealed off, and he couldn't move on the spot.

Under the panicked gaze of the village chief, Song Zheng went straight to that house.

The child's father blocked the door with a bone knife in his hand, and said angrily: "My son has gone, what do you want?"

Song Zheng waved his hand, and a gust of wind nailed him to the door panel: "It's not dead yet, no matter how noisy you are, you really can't save it." ”

"Hmm-" The child's father's face was pressed against the door panel, and a strange sound came out of his mouth, not knowing what it meant. In the room, the child's mother had a glimmer of hope: "Your Excellency...... Do you really want to save my little Jiu'er?"

Song Zheng nodded, and when he reached the bedside, there was a roar outside, and the whole village "rose up to resist", and the soldiers rushed over from all directions.

Song Zheng was annoyed, and with a wave of his hand, he fell down the spirit array, enveloping this shack, and those warriors outside attacked angrily, but they couldn't break through.

Song Zheng had a quiet healing environment, and then he carefully observed the child.

He had already had some guesses about the cultivation system of this world before, but now that he carefully observed this child, he was even more sure, and he muttered in his heart: What a strange cultivation method.

But the child has become like this, and since he has decided to make a move, he will simply be fulfilled.

He stretched out his hand and took out a beast bone from the Heavenly Maiden Jiang Xiaodongtian.

The child's mother stood aside and watched nervously, she didn't believe it from the bottom of her heart. It's not the first time that a village in the Broken Wasteland has been deceived by those nobles.

She, like everyone else, suspected that the person in front of her had ulterior motives.

But the motherhood in her body made her unwilling to give up the last ray of hope, so she did not resist Song Zheng. As soon as Song Zheng raised his hand, he took out an incomparably precious desolate beast bone, which made her heart skip a beat.

She was also a warrior, and she knew that this piece was much more advanced than the one that the village chief had trained yesterday.

In the Broken Wasteland, the desolate beast bones are extremely precious, and yesterday's piece was obtained by the whole village for ten years of forging for the next generation.