Otherworldly Desert Dust

Chapter 131 - 110: You Call This a Wild Boar?_2

When Wu Hen saw the little girl, another girl waving her small hand immediately appeared in his mind. For a long time, she had always liked to greet those returning home with joy.

Who knows how many years have passed.

How is that little girl doing now? Does she still like to cry and show off her little cleverness?

How far am I from Nuwa God End?

The swimming speed of the male and female Earth Vein Dragon was beyond human technology. It could have flown to other universes, so I must be light years away from home... it’s hard to say whether time is distorted.

As his thoughts drifted, the little sun-tanned girl with black eyes curiously looked at Wu Hen, her small cheeks full of curiosity.

"Hello, my name is Wu Hen." Wu Hen also noticed the little girl’s gaze and smiled.

"Hello, brother..." The little girl, at the age when she just understood shyness, said timidly.

"Sister, this big brother is an angel!" The boy said happily.

"Angel?? Those mythical people with white wings on their backs?" The little girl exclaimed.

Beside them, the old father was nodding vigorously.

Wu Hen was speechless for a while.

They said "Heavenly Shit" and turned it into "Angel." This father and son had quite a sense of humor, teaming up to tease the sister.

Speaking of which, they lived primitively but had wide-ranging knowledge. They actually knew about angels... that thing should only exist in the legends of my homeland’s west, but it felt like they had really seen one.

Entering the house, a dark-skinned woman was already cooking a pot of mushroom soup. The fragrance had wafted outside, making Wu Hen, who hadn’t eaten delicious food for a long time, drool.

The dark-skinned woman smiled warmly and served Wu Hen, the guest, a bowl first, inviting him to taste it.

Wu Hen drank it all in one gulp, forgetting to chew the crunchy mushrooms. The warm mushroom soup flowed down his throat into his stomach, making Wu Hen almost tear up with excitement. The taste of his hometown; he never thought that someone like him, who had not undergone less than interstellar travel, could taste such a rich mushroom soup. He felt inexplicably filled with strength.

"Didn’t catch any meat today, so we’ll just have mushroom soup." The middle-aged man with tiger skin said.

"Hmm, we have enough at home." The woman nodded and served her son and husband a bowl each.

The four-family members looked a lot like his own family. Seeing that they didn’t blame each other for the lack of prey but instead cared for each other, Wu Hen was particularly touched.

"How does it taste?" The middle-aged man from the Tiger Skin Ancient Clan asked.

"The taste is very good. By the way, are these just ordinary mushrooms? I feel like my stamina is recovering." Wu Hen said.

"Of course, they are not ordinary mushrooms." The middle-aged man from the Tiger Skin Ancient Clan laughed and patted Wu Hen, "These are all poisonous."

"Pfft~" Wu Hen almost spat a mouthful of old soup onto this cheeky man’s body.

Of course, a team would be left in the village to protect it.

Wu Hen, still a bit groggy, followed the hunting team out.

This time, everyone seemed to be heading into a mountain, needing to move as a group. Once in the mountain, they would each hunt on their own and return together.

There were no transportation tools, nor did anyone use any divine travel spells. They just walked, much like ancient hunter villages collectively going into the mountains to hunt beasts.

"This is nice. Without any supernatural power, such a life is peaceful and quiet." Wu Hen couldn’t help but sigh.

Nice as it was, Wu Hen, having already transformed, naturally planned to give these simple ancient people a little shock.

Upon entering Juan Mountain, Wu Hen found the rocks, soil, and plants in the mountain to be very strange, as if an immortal’s dye vat had accidentally spilled here, giving this place a touch of divine and ethereal beauty.

"Wild boar, everyone be careful." The leading man from the Ancient Clan said.

A wild boar?

This thing could be killed barehanded.

Wu Hen couldn’t help but smile, confidently stepping forward.

Chongli Mountain, the middle-aged man, seemed to predict that Wu Hen wanted to show off. He grabbed Wu Hen by the arm and whispered, "Let others show off."

Wu Hen found it puzzling but followed the man’s advice.

Sure enough, someone did show off.

Looking closely, it was actually the man who was tied up the day before. He seemed to have accepted the fact that he had to come out and hunt, but the arrogance on his face was undiminished. As a man from the True Martial Civilization, a wild boar was something he could subdue with one finger.

The man swaggered forward, the true energy emanating from him surprising Wu Hen—there was an expert!

That true energy was not inferior to the holy power of his Totem Bloodline at all. Enjoy new adventures from empire

"Roar~~~~~"

Suddenly, a deafening roar.

A wild boar standing upright charged into the mountain, its body about four to five meters tall.

But it bore terrifyingly exaggerated spirit flames, a full nine layers!

Those pig eyes were even more terrifying, capable of directly emitting destructive lightning!

"What the... you call this a wild boar???" Wu Hen was shocked.

If you told me this was Marshal Tianpeng who fell from heaven and became king here, Wu Hen would believe it!