Ark of the Immortal

The undead man subconsciously raised his right hand and grasped the hilt of the giant sword. He saw the traces of the hole where he rested.

There were signs that something heavy had been dragged in. Although it was partially covered by the falling snowflakes, the sunken part still attracted the attention of the undead.

The darkened blood was coagulated on the traces, mixed with the ice and snow, and extended far away along the traces.

He took steps silently, holding the sword hilt behind his shoulder tightly with his right hand, and walked into his own cave.

The heat that hit his face melted the snowflakes on the undead robe, and he finally saw the guy who walked into his cave.

It was a giant bear with snow-white fur, its furious eyes had not faded, and even its mouth opened, revealing the sharp and yellowed teeth inside.

Isn't this the giant bear that the undead have been looking for? It was this guy who made the villagers of Youquan Town afraid to go up the mountain for several days.

But, it's dead.

To be precise, what the undead saw was only part of the picture.

When the undead man walked a little further inside, he saw the complete picture.

The originally soft blond hair was stuck together with blood and melted snowflakes, and one of the ears on her head drooped, leaving only one standing upright.

The arm was wrapped in tattered cloth, with blood oozing out from under the palm, extending all the way to the elbow.

However, a crude and aesthetically pleasing bandage will not do anything to help the wound recover except to stop the bleeding.

No part of the clothes on his body was intact, and the skin covered with blood and dust was exposed on a large scale.

On the completely exposed waistline, there are still two blood scabs that have solidified, as if the wounds have been gone for a long time.

Several weapons leaning against the wall were wiped clean. If it weren't for the scratches on the blade and the gun, it wouldn't look like he had experienced battle at all.

You can imagine how much their owners cherish them.

And their owner was currently holding a piece of meat that was not yet cooked and eating hard.

It was obvious that she was very hungry after the battle with the giant bear.

Hearing the footsteps coming from the entrance of the cave, the child, who was covered in wounds from wandering, raised his head warily.

She saw the huge figure standing at the entrance of the cave, and also saw him holding the hilt of the sword behind her shoulder.

The wanderer immediately put down the piece of meat she had taken a few bites from. She quickly picked up the weapon placed next to the wall and pointed it at the figure in front of her.

As long as he makes any aggressive moves, the gun and sword in his hand will be swung out immediately!

But the man glanced at the bonfire and then at himself. He was silent for a while, pointed to the fire, and spoke.

This is, my, bonfire.

The sword stuck in the bonfire was used by the wanderer as a barbecue rack, and a piece of meat that had just been put on the rack was fixed with firewood. The blood and the fat that was starting to melt dripped into the fire below, causing the flames to flow irregularly. Swelling.

Seeing this scene, the immortal man's fists clenched together unconsciously.

The girl saw the firewood behind the undead man and then looked at the bonfire next to her. The alertness and hostility on her face quickly diminished and turned into panic.

This is because I accidentally occupied someone else's home!

I was so hungry and tired that I really didn't notice this, but the real owner came back.

The wanderer slowly put down the weapon in his hand, not daring to look at the armored man in front of him. He turned around on the ground several times before noticing the piece of meat that had just been thrown down.

She quickly picked up the piece of meat, resisted her hunger, and reached out her hand reluctantly.

Although it is still mixed with dust and messy grease.

eat!

The undead man glanced at the piece of meat in the little girl's hand, and there was still uncooked blood oozing out from the place where it was bitten.

The grease on the corners of the little girl's mouth has not been wiped off, and there are several dry and cracked marks on her lips. She looked at the undead man's face, which was also covered with dirty dust and had two or three wounds caused by friction.

Although he didn't need to eat, his clenched left hand gradually loosened.

The little girl saw the man in front of her fell silent and thought that this was not enough. So he quickly pointed with his scarred arm to the piece of meat placed on the bonfire next to him.

These! For you too!

The undead man was silent and looked at the campfire sword soaked in grease and the pieces of meat supported by firewood on it.

Inadvertently, he clenched his left fist again.

62. Wanderers and the Undead

Hang Chih Chih Chih Chih.

The blonde girl held the big piece of meat in her hands and chewed hard.

In fact, it is a bit indecent to use the word nibbling to describe girls eating, but it can also reflect the hunger and embarrassment of homeless people.

He just used his teeth to bite off the piece of meat, and then swallowed it after chewing for only a few mouthfuls. He didn't even care about the grease and blood on his hands.

If the cooked meat in her hand were replaced with raw meat, it would be like a wild beast eating.

The undead finally allowed the wanderer to continue eating beside the campfire he had built.

But he still took the piece of barbecue from the campfire.

Under the curious eyes of the girl, he moved two pieces of firewood with his hands to use as a shelf, and then placed the wooden frame covered with meat pieces next to the bonfire.

To be honest, if you see grease dripping on the sword in the campfire again, you may not be sure that the undead will do something outrageous.

In the cave, for a while, there was only the sound of eating and the sound of firewood exploding.

The immortal picked up a book, opened the title page, and started reading tonight.

The girl also gradually lowered her guard under the undead man's long period of silence.

In less than two minutes, the whole big piece of meat was eaten clean.

While the wanderer carefully removed the pieces of meat from the wooden rack, he quickly glanced at the undead man sitting next to him.

She couldn't see clearly the face of the undead man hidden under his helmet.

But the lack of hostility is the most useful way to show kindness to her.

In the past two years of wandering, she had gone through a lot, and the exposed crystals had become the source of her dislike.

The undead man didn't make any move until he removed the pieces of meat from the wooden rack on which they were skewered.

The girl bit the piece of meat with her mouth, then stretched out her hand to string the raw meat cut off from the side on the wooden frame and put it back next to the campfire.

The temperature over there is just right. After finishing this portion, I should be able to have another one.

Just as she was about to move her mouth, the girl glanced hesitantly at the bear meat in front of her.

She wrapped her hand in a slightly clean cloth, picked up the knife next to her, and cut open the piece of meat that had been roasted on the campfire for a while.

Although the outside is a little charred, the meat inside is at least cooked, and the golden fat flows down the distinct layers of fat and meat, making people move their index fingers.

A hand suddenly appeared in front of the undead man.

The cooked meat wrapped in a clean cloth was held in the hand without any bite marks. The girl's lower mouth was divided into two halves, and she held it in her mouth.

The undead man raised his head and looked at the girl in front of him.

The girl moved her hands twice more, and once again passed the piece of meat towards the undead man a little bit.

What is she doing?

Isn't he hungry?

Doubts arose in their hearts at the same time, and they looked at each other with doubtful eyes.

The undead man seemed to understand what the girl wanted to do. He sat a little closer to the wall, shook his head, and raised the book in his hand.

Then he continued to lower his head and look at the book in his hand.

He doesn't need to eat, even tasting it is a luxury for him.

Without the sense of taste, all delicious or unpalatable food is like eating trees and soil.

The girl also understood the undead man's movements. She retracted her hand and sat back across from the bonfire.

The petite girl curled up into a ball again and continued to eat the food she got after a big battle.

There was firewood crackling, and heavy snow howling in the wind.

The girl made a squeaking sound as she gnawed on pieces of meat, and the undead man lowered his head to read.

The satisfaction she got from eating made her head feel dizzy, and her nervousness subsided again.

Staring at the undead man sitting in front of the bonfire, the girl completely dropped her guard against this man.

When the meat was finished this time, the girl squatted beside the campfire, waiting for the next piece of meat to be roasted.

While the meat was roasting, the girl looked at the books in the undead man's hands more than once, and from time to time glanced at the books piled nearby.

Then, with a yearning for unknown food, she boldly stretched out her hand.

Hiss...

The undead heard a discordant sound. When he raised his head to look at the past, he subconsciously stood up and snatched the book from the girl's hand.

The girl looked blankly at her empty palm, then raised her head and looked at the man standing in front of her.

Chewing half of the torn out book title page in his mouth, with a small half still exposed.

As if she was afraid that the man would snatch the half of the page, she chewed quickly and sucked the remaining half of the page into her mouth.

...

The undead man glanced at the cover of the book. Fortunately, he had already read this book and it didn't contain much content.

Does this girl regard books as something edible? !

This is a book. For reading. Not for eating.

The immortal sighed, pointed to the book in his hand, opened the book again, and approached the little girl.

But the moment the undead man came over, the girl subconsciously covered her head, then took two steps back, holding the weapon she placed on the wall in horror.

This was her most instinctive reaction, even though the undead man had shown less aggression. But she still felt fear and an extremely strong sense of resistance against the sudden approach.

There was another pause in the air for a few seconds, both looking at each other.

Seeing that the undead man made no subsequent moves, the wanderer gradually released the weapon in his hand, and then stared at the undead man.

This is not food.

The undead man pointed at the book in his hand and at the many scattered books on the ground. He emphasized again.

can not eat.

I really don't know if she can understand what I'm saying.

The girl was stunned for a long time, glanced at the undead man, then looked at the book in his hand, and then nodded.

Show that you know.

Understood?

The undead man stared at the girl and asked again.

Nodding, the girl nodded again and pointed to the book in the undead man's hand.

can not eat.

very good.

The immortal breathed a sigh of relief. He put the book aside, sat back down, picked up the half-read book next to him, and opened it again.

Which page did you just see?

The girl slowly crawled back to where she was sitting, and looked at the scattered pile of books next to her.

Smash it in your mouth, the taste of the page just now is still worse than the meat, so I gave up the idea of ​​eating the book.

When the meat on the campfire showed signs of being charred again, the girl happily took the meat off the wooden rack.

Another piece of meat was cut from the body of the dead giant bear, peeled, strung on a branch, and hung on a wooden frame.

Hang Chih Chih Chih Chih.

As a result, the cave returned to a quiet state again.

Apart from the sound of eating and the crackling of firewood, nothing could be heard.