The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 11 Meaning
The sky wasn't fully bright yet; the distance was slightly white, while the nearby area was still a cold blue. In a flash, I couldn't see the person in front of me clearly, as if I were still on the battlefield of Xingxiuchuan, with my comrades reaching out to me.

Zhou Yan's voice rang out: "Uncle Shen? Uncle Shen?"

Shen Cangming was momentarily dazed, but when he came to his senses, his expression remained unchanged. He simply responded with a deep voice, and as he stood up, he concealed the traces in the corner of his eyes. He saw Zhou Yan roasting chunks of meat by the campfire, along with a few bamboo sections, from which a faint aroma wafted.

food……

Shen Cangming's stomach churned, and a feeling of hunger welled up inside him.

He gripped the knife, sat up straight, and asked, "You went to get this meat?"

Zhou Yan nodded and said, "I woke up quite early. Seeing that you were still asleep, Uncle Shen, I thought I might be able to find something to eat around here. Luckily, as for this rabbit... it ran into a tree and died."

Shen Cangming said, "Kill yourself?"

Zhou Yan said, "Yes."

Then I thought of what had just happened.

About an hour ago, Zhou Yan activated the Hungry Ghost Jade Talisman for the first time, which caused him to feel so hungry that he couldn't resist and decided to find something to eat around him. Relying on his demonic talent, all the food around him was extremely obvious to him.

Zhou Yan first found wild vegetables, and then he found wild rice.

I touched a mushroom, but I couldn't determine its toxicity, so I threw it away.

Grasshopper? I couldn't outrun it, so I gave up.

After searching through a bunch of rabbits, Zhou Yan was overjoyed and chased after one. However, the rabbit ran very fast and almost disappeared in a few moments. Seeing the meat that was about to be eaten, Zhou Yan subconsciously activated his power.

A [Karmic Flame of Hunger] was unleashed.

Zhou Yan felt as if something was being drawn from his mind, and then a dark red flame flew out from his fingertips, faster than the rabbit, piercing through it and crashing into the tree in front of him.

Zhou Yan was initially somewhat annoyed.

Even if a rabbit is hungry, it won't help; it will only run faster.

Sure enough, the rabbit, which had been hit by Zhou Yan's spell, seemed to have gone mad with hunger, and its speed suddenly increased dramatically. Then, under Zhou Yan's sorrowful gaze as he watched his food drift away, the rabbit, driven mad by hunger, crashed headfirst into a huge tree that was about the size of a man's embrace.

There was a clang.

He hit his head and bled profusely, dying on the spot.

Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment before he vaguely realized that magic is magic after all.

Zhou Yan said, "Uncle Shen, please sit here for a moment. We'll be eating soon."

He first took down the bamboo that had been roasted until it turned yellow.

These are bamboo stalks I found nearby. After cutting them, I used the screwdriver blade from my Swiss Army knife to drill a hole on one side for ventilation. I stuffed them with treated wild rice and water, sealed them, and then roasted them over a fire. When the bamboo turned yellow, the inside was almost cooked.

There were also two bamboo stalks containing wild vegetable soup heated by throwing in hot stones after adding water. Rabbit blood was added to this soup, as animal blood can replenish salt.

In addition to roasted rabbit meat and a handful of nuts and pine nuts, Zhou Yan had arranged all the food.

Shen Cangming remained silent.

The food, which contained something warm and comforting, made this man, filled with self-destructive and atoning emotions, feel uneasy. He felt a strange sensation at the tips of his fingers, or rather, inside his body.

As Zhou Yan laid out the items, he thought about his wilderness survival knowledge.

Rabbit meat is very high in protein and very low in fat.

Eating only rabbit meat will require more energy to consume protein, and if other energy sources are not adequately supplemented, it can easily lead to weakness. In addition, consuming only protein may increase the burden on the liver.

It needs to be eaten together.

It's a pity there were no chili peppers.

Wow, they managed to find so much food in the wild.

I'm so awesome!
However, this is also a racial trait, so what will happen in the wild? Anyway, given the circumstances, let's make some caramel first.

Shen Cangming looked at these things. He did not refuse. He put the blood-stained sword aside, picked up the bamboo with his arm guard, paused for a moment, and brought it to his lips. It tasted slightly salty, like vegetables, and the soup flowed between his lips and teeth.

He paused for a moment, then tilted his head back and gulped it down.

His stomach began to rumble, and he picked up a piece of roast meat and took a bite. It wasn't very seasoned, but in his hunger and thirst, in the despairing darkness, the warmth of the food itself was meaningful.

Shen Cangming was affected by his body and ate heartily.

Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief. He felt immense guilt and gratitude towards Shen Cangming. He also drank a couple of sips of soup, feeling the food flowing through his body. The food soothed his heart, and the initial panic he felt upon arriving in this world slowly dissipated.

In any case, the first thing is to live well.

Zhou Yan thought to himself.

My gaze fell upon the man opposite me, a burly man with a missing arm and one eye.

Zhou Yan added, "Yes, we also need to repay the debt of gratitude."

I wonder if we can find Uncle Shen's arm or something. Since there are monsters, there's always a chance, right? Oh right, there's Wang Chun... and Pei Xuanbao... and what about the Qingming Fangzhu? Zhou Yan thought to himself.

He made several marks in his mental notebook.

Unconsciously, Shen Cangming finished all the food in front of him and was still not satisfied. But when he stopped, a roasted rabbit leg was handed to him. Zhou Yan said, "Uncle Shen, here you go."

"It tastes pretty good, doesn't it?"

At this moment, the sun finally came out, the sky brightened, the sea of ​​clouds flowed by, and the sunlight streamed over the pine forest. Zhou Yan sat in the sunlight, wearing tattered clothes, his eyes bright, with a slightly translucent quality in the sunlight.

When he laughs, this young man, who would go crazy enough to fight hungry ghosts, has a smug look to him.

"No matter what, you must eat properly."

"I think if we eat well, at least we'll feel that today was somewhat interesting, and it won't be so bad."

"When you're in a bad mood, you should eat something."

Shen Cangming felt something in his heart, for some reason.

Suddenly, I had this thought: maybe living like this wouldn't be so bad.

He frowned and banished the weak thought from his mind.

No, I can't be weak.

Zhou Yan stuffed the meat into Shen Cangming's hand and sat there eating voraciously himself.

As the food entered his stomach, the power of the Hungry Ghost Jade Talisman continued to work, rapidly digesting the food. Zhou Yan could almost directly feel his body becoming stronger.

I seem to have more strength now.

The previous fatigue disappeared at an absolutely unreasonable speed.

Zhou Yan's eyes widened slightly.

This is……

Is it the power of the Hungry Ghost Jade Talisman?

Hungry ghosts constantly eat and can digest things quickly, but they cannot retain them. The Hungry Ghost Jade Talisman has the power of a hungry ghost to quickly digest everything, but Zhou Yan himself is human, so those things will not slip out of his seven orifices, but will only stay in his body.

A guess formed in Zhou Yan's mind.

In other words, as long as you eat enough, your physical body will gradually become stronger. If the food you eat is of a high enough grade, it is possible to grow to the strength level of Butcher Zhao.
Zhou Yan looked at the food as if it were some kind of magic pill.

After finishing their meal, Zhou Yan packed the remaining items into a bamboo tube. Shen Cangming, holding his knife, paused for a moment before saying, "Let's go."

Zhou Yan was taking stock of the things he had collected with great interest when he asked curiously:
"Where to go?"

Shen Cangming said, "The village."

Shen Cangming, Zhou Yan, and the big black horse left together, and the place returned to its previous state: calm winds and scattered clouds, just as it had been for thousands of years.

In the pine forest where the rabbit Zhou Yan was chasing had crashed to its death, the trees were swaying slightly. A squirrel ran down a tree, stood on a trunk, holding a small pine cone, its nose twitching.

Suddenly, a large cloud of white steam rose from the tree trunk with a "poof," and inside the steam was a little old man, one hand clutching his stomach and the other leaning on a cane, swaying unsteadily, his expression as if he hadn't eaten a single bite of food in a very, very long time.

The old man clutched his stomach, staggered, and weakly murmured:

"it is good……"

The squirrel shook its little head in confusion, as if asking, "What's good?"
The old man finally let out a wail after a long while.

"I'm so hungry...!!!"

Zhou Yan's magic passed through the rabbit and struck the tree.

Blah, blah—

Zhou Yan heard the sound of the pine trees rustling. He turned around and saw the pine forest moving and making noise, but there was no wind. His carefree nature, having experienced the night and eaten his fill, left him in a relaxed mood, and he even laughed.
"Uncle Shen, the pine tree is seeing us off."

He waved goodbye.

The sky is clear and cloudless, and the young man rides his horse freely.

With a wave of the hand, the pine trees murmur in the wind.

Inside the pine forest, the old tree spirit clutched his belly, his face scrunched up like pine bark.

"I'm so hungry, so hungry."

He sat there clutching his stomach, sighing and groaning, but he could only sigh to himself.

"Where did this little deity come from?"

"You came here to mock me?"

(End of this chapter)