Chapter 200 The little milk can is broken

“My name is Wang Zizai. I am all alone in this world with nowhere to go. I hope the village chief can take me in.” Wang Zizai swallowed the beast meat in his mouth and then said to the village chief.

“I don’t have any other skills, but I can teach the children to practice. If the village goes hunting, I can also go with them. It won’t be in vain.”

“Where are your parents and family? How come you are the only one left?” Shi Yunfeng asked.

“They are not in this world.” Wang Zizai shook his head, his eyes showing true feelings, without any falsehood.

“Poor child, then you should stay in Shi Village from now on and consider this place as your home.” Shi Yunfeng sighed, thinking that Wang Zizai’s parents and family members had all passed away.

“Thank you, Village Chief.” Wang Zizai said with a slight bow.

Shi Yunfeng naturally knew that someone could appear in this vast wilderness alone. Although he looked ordinary, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

However, the people of Shi Village are sincere and honest, and Wang Zi is also sincere in his words and deeds, so he impressed the village chief. The most important thing, of course, is the existence of Willow God, which is his confidence.

Wang Zizai spoke and acted without any ulterior motives, and gradually began to integrate into Shi Village.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they began to give the children a medicinal bath using the real blood of ferocious beasts.

Wang Zizai quietly watched the old men in the village throw herbs, centipedes, spiders and other poisonous creatures into eight large cauldrons, and soon a cauldron of black medicinal juice was boiled out.

Then he fetched dozens of pottery jars and poured some of the deep red blood of ferocious beasts into the medicine. In addition, many animal bones were crushed one by one and thrown into the boiling medicine.

Then they caught the children who had fled to various parts of the village, waited until the fire was extinguished, the medicinal juice stopped boiling, and the water temperature dropped slightly, and then, amidst the screams, they threw the children in one by one for a medicinal bath.

Each cauldron could only hold two or three children at a time. Dozens of children were thrown in in batches. The smaller ones kept struggling and screaming.

The older one was very sensible. Although he was sweating from the pain, he endured it without saying a word and wanted to hold on for a while longer.

The little one was given special care and was thrown into a black cauldron alone. There was only a small amount of water in it, and the rest was boiled from the real blood and broken bones of ferocious beasts.

The villagers did not think there was anything wrong with it, nor did they favor one over another, because everything was done based on what the children could bear.

From this we can see that Little Bit is indeed different from others. Perhaps the revival of the Supreme Bone requires even greater power, or perhaps he is simply superior to others.

Wang Zizai just watched quietly. He was also an alchemist, but later he focused on spiritual practice and gradually studied less on the methods of refining external elixirs.

At this time, the medicinal bath method used by the people of Shi Village was more like a method of refining witch medicine rather than a Taoist method of refining elixirs. The role of the medicinal juice was more to promote the absorption of the real blood of the ferocious beast. Wang Zizai seemed to be thinking about something.

The medicinal bath lasted for a long time. The children’s bodies turned red and they were crying miserably until the bath was over.

The little one didn’t cry in the black cauldron. His big eyes were dark and his little face was rosy. He drank a few mouthfuls in the cauldron and looked like he was drunk when he was taken out. Then he fell asleep in Shi Yunfeng’s arms, tilting his head.

“Take the children to have a good sleep, and they will definitely have more strength tomorrow.” Shi Yunfeng said.

Finally, a few old men cleaned up the remaining liquid in the bronze tripod, put in some medicinal materials, and boiled it dry over a fire to make it into a medicinal powder. It is both a tonic and can be used to heal wounds. It can be brought with you when hunting in the mountains on weekdays.

“Come on, kid, go back to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow if there’s anything.” Shi Yunfeng said to Wang Zizai. During the whole process, Wang Zizai was helping out, doing what he could, as if he was no different from the people in Shi Village.

Wang Zizai nodded and followed Shi Yunfeng back to his home. When he was unconscious, he stayed in the village chief’s house for a month.

Back in the stone house, Wang Zizai sat in meditation all night. He no longer needed sleep.

In the early morning, there was a commotion in Shi Village. A group of children were forced to move big stones and carry bronze tripods. They complained bitterly. As a result, they found that everyone had gained a lot of strength and their physical fitness had been significantly improved.

Wang Zizai started walking in the village early in the morning and even went to the village entrance to take a look at the Willow God, but he did not dare to go up and talk to the Willow God.

After a walk, when he returned to the village chief’s house, Shi Yunfeng was already boiling beast milk. Runes lit up on his palms. He crushed pieces of rare beast bones and mixed them with some of the beast’s real blood into the boiling milk, which immediately gave off a rich aroma.

Then, he threw in some herbs one by one. Before long, the animal milk in the pottery jar turned into a paste, giving off an even richer aroma.

“It’s time for the little one to eat.”

Following Shi Yunfeng’s shout, the little guy in the stone house sat up suddenly, rubbed his sleepy eyes, then twitched his nose twice, and instantly became alert.

The little guy rushed out of the stone house, picked up the pottery jar and began to wolf down the animal milk, not forgetting to say hello to Wang Zizai.

Looking at the well-behaved little one in front of him, Wang Zizai couldn’t understand why he would become that troublesome naughty child after leaving Shi Village.

It seems that people in the outside world are too bad. They forced such a good child into that state. At this time, the little one has not yet recovered his past memories.

“Kid, do you understand bone script? I have studied it for many years, but I can only teach you one bone script.” Shi Yunfeng said with some frustration when talking about this.

“Bone writing?” Wang Zizai said, “I haven’t studied it, but I can give it a try.”

Just now when Shi Yunfeng used the power of bone script, he took a look. With his current realm, although it was just a glance, he basically understood the mystery.

There is only one great way, and bone script is also a kind of rune. It is the abstract manifestation of the law and an application of the great way of heaven and earth.

Seeing the big picture from the small details, Wang Zizai not only learned the bone script that Shi Yunfeng had just used, but he was even able to create runes with different functions based on the principles of bone script.

Seeing that Shi Yunfeng looked disappointed when Wang Zizai said he had never studied it, Wang Zizai casually drew the rune he had just used to crush the animal bones in the air.

He further decomposed this rune into more basic runes, just like breaking down words into strokes. He explained the principles and the meaning of each stroke to Shi Yunfeng one by one. Shi Yunfeng’s eyes became brighter and brighter as he listened.

“So this is what this rune looks like?” Shi Yunfeng exclaimed. He only knew the result but not the reason behind it before.

The little one was also listening carefully, and the runes that Wang Zizai had just explained appeared on his little hand.

“Click…”

The little one accidentally crushed the milk can in his hand, and the last two spoonfuls of milk spilled on the ground. The little one froze in place for a moment, and then his expression revealed sadness, as if the sky had fallen.

(End of this chapter)