The Mighty Cauldron: Extreme Alchemist! Chapter 1812: : People in the mountains

On the bank of the stream, there is a large shoal full of pebbles, one person lying in it, his face pale, his eyes closed, even his breath is very weak.

The river water soaked half of his body, and several blue-shelled crabs crawled around him, one of them crawled directly on him.

For several days, this person has not been able to wake up, but he hasn't died either. He always keeps a weak breath, just lying here.

I don't know how many days have passed, an old and a small figure walked slowly from a distance.

The old man looks in his sixties, with a dark complexion, a hat on his head, a drape, and a fishing rod made of bamboo on his shoulders. He walked a bit uncoordinated, as if his left leg was slightly lame.

The little one is a girl under ten years old, wearing an old clothes that has been stitched many times, with two bare feet, a red face, and two croissant pigtails on her head. Kicking the small stone under his feet.

The old man looked at how happy his little girl was that day, with a peaceful smile on his face.

Suddenly, the little girl ran in front of the old man with a panic face, pulled the old man’s clothes and said: "There is a dead person ahead!"

The old man's face changed, and he quickly squinted his eyes and looked forward, and he saw a dead body.

The little girl was frightened, but she still looked at her head, seemingly curious.

"Stay here, grandpa go and see." The old man said, putting the bamboo pole aside, and walking over cautiously.

The girl nodded. Although she was curious about the corpse, it was a dead person after all. She was still very scared and did not dare to follow her.

The old man walked up to the corpse and saw that the corpse was so young. He might not even be twenty years old. Although his face was scary and pale, he looked good.

The old man looked sad and felt a little regretful. Why did such a young and beautiful boy die here? Could it be a natural disaster?

But the old man didn't think about it carefully. He has lived for most of his life, and it is no surprise to such a person who died in the wilderness.

"Well, you died at a young age. I blame the poor. I'll just bury you. It can also be considered as letting you go into the soil for safety, lest you be bitten by the jackals and tigers on this mountain." Shan, decided to dig a pit to bury the young man's body, and then erect an anonymous monument for him, which would be considered good deeds.

"Peace, come here." The old man turned around and greeted his granddaughter.

The little girl called Ping An hesitated, but still wanted to see the dead man in her heart, so she came closer.

"Oh, this man is so good-looking." Ping An said suddenly when he saw the face of the corpse.

The old man smiled bitterly: "Don't look, Grandpa is going to bury him."

"Oh." Ping An responded, and then helped the old man drag the corpse to the shore.

The old man found a place and began to dig the soil with a small **** attached to his waist. The little girl Ping An felt very bored, so she went to the river to touch small fish and shrimp.

For more than half an hour after digging, the old man finally dug a decent pit, sweating profusely.

However, the old man did physical work when he was young, and he was even a hunter who went into the mountains to hunt. Even if he is older, his bones are still tough.

Wiping off his sweat, the old man said a few words to the corpse first, nothing more than something that made you go into the soil for safety, reincarnate earlier.

After the chanting, the old man pushed the corpse directly into the pit, and then covered it with the soil, which was called a solid. He also made a circle of stones on the side, and finally found a relatively smooth one. The stone slab stood in front of this little soil bag.

After doing this, the old man sat next to the pit to rest, looked up at the sky, frowning slightly.

"It's going to rain heavily." The old man said to himself. For an old hunter who has lived in the mountains for so many years, when there will be wind and rain, and when there will be a big sun, just look at the sky. Can know.

On the mountain, rain is not a good thing, especially when there is thunder, it will disturb the wild beasts on the mountain scurrying around, and if it is not possible, it will rush into the Orion’s home.

When the old man was young, wild beasts from the mountains broke into the house several times. His father was beaten to death by a blind wild bear frightened by thunder.

This is the fate of the Orion. After a lifetime of hunting, it is very likely that he will die under the claws of those beasts.

The old man looked at his granddaughter, who was having fun playing by the river, holding two blue-shelled crabs in both hands and smiling brightly on his face.

Seeing his granddaughter having fun, the old man is also happy in his heart. Nothing big can compare to our granddaughter.

After enough rest, the old man went to pick up the fishing rod and went fishing by the river. Because of his old age, the old man did not go into the mountains to hunt very much. Not only was it dangerous, but also worried that if he died on the mountain, this What about the little granddaughter who has no mother?

Therefore, the old people often bring their little granddaughter down the mountain to fish by the stream, as long as they can catch as much as they can eat.

"Grandpa, is there a dragon king in this water?" Ping Ping crouched beside the old man, asking with a naive expression.

The old man was dumbfounded, and said with a smile: "The water here is too shallow to accommodate Lord Dragon."

Pan Ping pouted: "How big is the river to have the Dragon Lord?"

The old man thought for a while: "There are probably ten such big rivers."

Hearing this, Ping An’s little face was full of surprise: "Is there still such a big river?"

The old man smiled and said: "Of course there is."

"Have you seen Grandpa?" Xiao Ping'an looked at his grandpa in surprise.

The old man was a little embarrassed and scratched his head. He hasn't been out of the mountains several times in his life. The farthest is to go to a town more than a hundred miles away. Where can I see any rivers?

"Of course I have seen my grandfather~IndoMTL.com~ But after all, he is in front of his granddaughter. The old man still needs face.

Xiao Ping'an chuckled, then put his chin in his hands, looked at the clear stream in front, and whispered softly: "I want to see such a big river too."

Although the old man is old, his ears are very bright. Hearing the words of his granddaughter, his heart is full of guilt.

He's just an old hunter who has nothing to do with anything, and has never seen anything in the world. He has come here all his life in a daze, but his little granddaughter, shouldn't he be like himself, staying in this poor mountain all his life? in?

With a light sigh, the old man hesitated in his heart. Would you like to take his granddaughter out of the mountain?

"Go home."

"Oh."

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The rain was pouring in the night, and the brand-new abandoned grave not far from the stream suddenly moved.

ps: the third one is up