When Chu Zheng came back, the porridge was already a bit mushy.

The muntjac was still barking non-stop, which made Chu Zheng have the urge to kill it and eat it now.

The sound of this thing is a bit too scary, and it is also very noisy.

Then, Chu Zheng took out a ball of grass and stuffed it into the muntjac's mouth.

The muntjac suddenly became speechless and stared at Chu Zheng with a pair of big eyes in horror, not understanding why the other person would do such a thing.

After the muntjac stopped barking, Chu Zheng felt much better. He ate the porridge, sat on the hay, and continued practicing.

Although he has some energy now, his overall strength is still too weak. So far, he has just entered the threshold of martial arts.

It is still far away from the first level of martial arts, the skin training level.

However, Chu Zheng estimates that it will take about a month before he can enter the early stage of skin training.

"Huh..." He exhaled softly, but he still felt that it took too much time.

If his thoughts were known to others, I'm afraid a group of people would beat him up.

Ordinary martial artists, most of whom have laid the foundation since childhood, take at least a year and a half before they can step into the realm of skin training.

It is the fastest way to get into skin training in the world, and it only takes two to three months.

And this can only be achieved by consuming a lot of precious medicinal materials.

It is unheard of for someone like Chu Zheng to enter the skin training realm within a month.

As Chu Zheng practiced, the spiritual energy around him increased significantly, and even the flames in the fire became brighter.

A trace of spiritual energy entered Chu Zheng's body, searching for blood energy from his meridians and integrating it into his Dantian.

After that, it spreads to the back along the meridians of Dantian and dissipates completely.

The white marks on Chu Zheng's back began to gradually dissipate and his skin returned to normal.

He was somewhat used to this kind of practice.

What Chu Zheng didn't know was that the tattoo on his back had become more vivid.

After practicing, at noon, Chu Zheng moved some muscles.

"Uh~uh~Eh~Eh~"

Seeing that Chu Zheng had finished practicing, the muntjac who had been calm before started shouting again.

Chu Zheng was startled, and then he realized that the muntjac had eaten all the grass he had stuffed.

Then he felt very helpless, as this muntjac really never stopped.

At the same time, he gradually became wary.

There were scars on the muntjac's body from the sharp weapon, which meant that there was probably someone nearby.

And in this wilderness, meeting people is not necessarily a good thing.

"Puff spirit, puff spirit..."

At this moment, a group of skylarks suddenly flew up in the distant sky, as if they were disturbed by something.

Seeing this, Chu Zheng frowned slightly.

Could it be that I guessed it right? Someone is really coming?

Thinking of this, Chu Zheng pondered for a moment, then picked up the iron piece next to him and hid it towards a big rock above.

"Uh~uh~Eh~uh~" Seeing Chu Zheng leaving, the muntjac struggled a bit and found that he couldn't get rid of the cloth on his legs, so he screamed louder.

Time passes slowly, the sun shines in the forest with a bright color, and the sound of rushing water comes from the river next to it from time to time.

Chu Zheng huddled himself behind the stone, holding his breath and concentrating, staring through the weeds at the place where he was stationed before.

"Rustling, rustling..."

Time passed slowly, and just when Chu Zheng felt that he was a little scared of himself, a slight sound of weeds scratching through his clothes sounded in the forest.

The sound was not loud, but when he listened carefully, he could hear it very clearly.

Chu Zheng turned his head slightly and looked at the place where the sound came from.

Then, he saw two middle-aged men wearing jackets and bamboo hats walking slowly in the forest.

Both of them were extremely cautious and walked slowly and slowly towards Chu Zheng's station.

At the same time, one of them was paying attention to his surroundings from time to time, as if he was wary of something.

Seeing this, Chu Zheng shrank back slightly to blend himself into the surrounding environment.

When the two middle-aged men walked to the camp, they were startled when they saw the muntjac lying on the ground with four hooves tied up.

One of them, a somewhat fat middle-aged man, frowned and glanced around, his eyes full of vigilance, and he held the long knife tightly in his hand.

"Whose friend does this muntjac belong to? Inviting a friend to come out and meet him can be regarded as a friend." Another tall, thin, middle-aged man looked at Huo Wen, glanced around, and said with cupped fists.

Chu Zheng ignored the other party and still hid behind the stone.

These two men were not dressed as hunters, and they carried long knives with them. They did not look like easy-going people.

Chu Zheng did not intend to go out without knowing whether the other party was good or evil, because he would probably fall into passivity.

Seeing no one replied, the two middle-aged men looked at each other.

"Since it's inconvenient for our friends to come out, forget it. We don't want to take advantage of others, so let's just leave." The tall, thin middle-aged man cupped his hands and walked towards where he came from.

Seeing this, Chu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that these two people have a bottom line and do not take anything from others casually.

However, for the sake of safety, Chu Zheng still leaned against the stone and remained silent.

"Uh~uh~eh~" the muntjac kept shouting.

After less than half an hour, two figures suddenly walked out from the top of the mountain.

"It seems that that person has left." The short, fat middle-aged man patted the weed debris on his body and said with a smile to the tall, thin middle-aged man next to him.

"Hmph, this guy kept us waiting for a while. If I find him, I will definitely kill him." The tall, thin middle-aged man snorted coldly.

After saying that, he walked up to the muntjac, picked up the clay pot next to him, and placed it under the muntjac's neck.

"Uh~" The muntjac cried out in horror.

The tall, thin, middle-aged man ignored it, picked up a long knife and made a slit in the deer's neck.

Suddenly, hot blood flowed from the deer's neck and flowed into the clay pot.

"Go and ask them to come over. Let's have a meal tonight." The tall, thin middle-aged man said to the short, fat middle-aged man next to him. At the same time, he also saw the scars on the muntjac's buttocks and laughed and cursed, "It's still...

This one let you run away before, and now it's found by us again. It really deserves to be eaten by you."

He had encountered a muntjac before, and he had thrown a dagger and injured him.

I just didn't expect that the muntjac ran very fast in the forest and disappeared not long after.

How could I not be happy when I see this muntjac now?

"Okay." The short, fat middle-aged man nodded, "Be careful. If that person comes back, you may be in some trouble."

"I'm so afraid. If he dares to appear in front of me, I will kill him." The tall, thin, middle-aged man sneered.

The short, fat middle-aged man heard the words, smiled, and walked away.

After a while, it disappeared without a trace.

Chu Zheng, who was hiding behind the stone, looked at the tall, thin middle-aged man stationed at the station, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

"Kill me?"

He is a little scared now. If he sees the other party leaving, he will go out directly, fearing that he will be chased by the other party.

In such desolate mountains and ridges, there is no place to reason with someone who is being killed.
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