After a trace of blood-red light appeared on his fingers, his body became extremely illusory, and he gasped like a real person. His old body was a little overwhelmed, and he pointed at Zhang Yang's eyebrows with a smile.

"Child, understand it well. My soul is too weak and I have to sleep for a while. This period will be very long..."

After Huang Sheng finished this advice, his smile continued to decrease, and his faint body turned into a breeze and returned to the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The bloody color rushed into Zhang Yang's soul. Zhang Yang did not resist or reject, and quietly merged with it.

As he slowly merged, a picture appeared in his mind. It was an open space surrounded by several mountains. A small tribe was established in the middle of the open space. This tribe was very strange and the people in the tribe were also very strange.

This tribe is not the Black Kun tribe. The land here is yellowish, and some places are red. The air is filled with thin red mist visible to the naked eye. It seems to be filled with red sand, which makes Zhang Yang look slightly red when he looks up at the sky.

There are many people in the tribe, all wearing animal clothes, wearing weapons, bows, arrows, or big swords. It seems that this is a habit of survival and it is very harmonious when talking to family members.

Their qi and blood are very strong. In Zhang Yang's opinion, they are at least stronger than the deserted people he has seen. Even the deserted men in the open period are not as good as them, and they are like real beasts.

But their cultivation level is not high, and they are all in the blood coagulation realm.

Many people in the tribe sat in the open space in front of the gate, talking or silent, and their eyes always showed a faint expectation.

Zhang Yang stood among them, they could see him and kept giving him a kind smile. He felt the strange and familiar affection, and unconsciously smiled.

"He's back!"

"I'm really back!"

Everyone looked at the gate, and there was a boy standing there. The boy was born ordinary, magnificent, and his childish face was not serious. His faint eyes often showed the ruthlessness of a beast.

He had a few strands of blood on his serious face, and he walked over with the bodies of several adult lions.

Zhang Yang didn't understand why, but when he saw him at first, he knew that he was a god of desolation.

Everyone looked at the tribe who returned from victory with joy. Seeing that he had left his prey, they set up one after another, peeled or boiled water, busy but not messed up, and were very skilled.

The God of Desolation looked straight at Zhang Yang, walked over and hugged him like a bear, grinned, and shouted roughly: "Brother! Your body is still too thin. Eat more meat later. If you don't have enough, you'll kill the beast for him."

Feeling the warmth coming from the chest, the warmth of being kind and caring, and the doting and sheltering warmth in the words, Zhang Yang was speechless.

At this time, Zhang Yang knew that he was Huang Sheng when he was a child, Huang Shen’s younger brother, and his own brother...

"Brother, I'm enough to eat..."

Since childhood, I have only felt the true feelings of the clan's husband. When I came into contact with him again, I spoke a little while in silence, calling Huang Shen Wei Ge.

"Brother, you're losing weight again today? Do you want to eat more?"

"Brother, I want to practice."

"Brother, you cannot cultivate your physique. You are not a real wilderness clan."

"Brother, I remember that there is a kind of spiritual medicine called Huang Blood Ginseng that can be cultivated after taking it."

The Huang Shen's smile froze, and there was still a hint of hesitation on the boy's face, and then he smiled decisively: "Okay, brother, you want it, brother, I'll get it for you now. (...)"

Zhang Yang looked at the god of Huang carrying the bow and arrow and lifting the big sword, and his heart was in trouble.

"Brother, don't go, please talk to me?"

God of Wilderness turned to him and smiled at him with confidence, turned around and left.

When he came back again, countless wounds on his body had already appeared, and several were even deep enough to see bones. He could no longer stand, and blood covered his whole body and crawled on the ground little by little.

There was a bloody mark on the road behind him, which he climbed over little by little. No one knew how far he had climbed or how long he had climbed...

He grabbed a blood-red ginseng tightly with his right hand, raised his face full of blood. Without looking at everyone's shocked and heartbroken eyes, he smiled hard at Zhang Yang. The smile seemed to have no strength, so the muscles on his face shook and twitched, as if they were twitching.

"Brother, I've brought it..."

His smile was ugly, very ugly, but Zhang Yang felt extremely warm at that moment, and felt that the smile was the most dazzling smile in the world...

Zhang Yang walked slowly towards the Huang Shen with difficulty, grabbed his hand and pulled it into his thin arms. The sour and bitter taste floated into his heart. He seemed to have tasted this taste, but he seemed to have never tasted it. He didn't know that this taste was called sourness.

The brother in his arms was still smiling at him, laughing constantly, a little stupid and a little stupid, but he was very happy and happy, completely forgot the pain on his body.

"Brother, after eating it, this one is delicious."
Chapter completed!