Chapter 662 Cutting down trees (2/2)
Looking around blankly, Zhang Ting found nothing, and at the same time he couldn't figure out what the sound was about.
Covering his head, he couldn't remember how he got here, nor could he figure out his exact identity.
But before he hesitated for too long, another voice rang in his ears: "Your name is Zhang Ting, and you are an ordinary woodcutter. When you went up the mountain to cut firewood today, you were suddenly surrounded by fog. You arrived here after waking up. You seem to have forgotten who you are, but your ability to chop wood is still there."
"You obtained the initial item, the shiny axe."
There was a "bang" sound, and something fell next to Zhang Ting, and even in the mist, there was a gleam of cold light.
Bending down, Zhang Ting picked up the axe, wiped it lightly, and saw a bloodstain on his thumb.
“Good ax!” Zhang Ting nodded with satisfaction, recognizing his identity as a woodcutter.
But then, he stared at his wound and said, "It's strange, why doesn't it hurt at all?"
When a person is killed, he will die.
When people bleed, it hurts.
This should be a very simple truth, but I don’t know why, but I always feel like it doesn’t work for me.
"Maybe it has something to do with the fog. This fog is really evil."
Suddenly, a dark wind blew by, making Zhang Ting feel a bone-deep cold, and couldn't help but hug him His shoulders trembled.
It must have been summer before he came in, because he was still wearing a bunt and his pants were only half worn.
The days of chopping wood made his body stronger, but the temperature here was very low, and it didn't take long for him to start shivering.
"The cold night is coming...Does it mean it will get very cold here?"
Picking up the axe, Zhang Ting originally wanted to chop some wood to make a fire, but soon gave up. Got this idea.
He has just arrived here, and he doesn’t understand many things. If a tree demon accidentally pops out while cutting down a tree, he will be dragged back to become Mrs. Yazhai, and he will have to do math problems every day from then on. , that would not be good.
“Wait a minute, shouldn’t the normal thought be to live a life with the tree demon, one day at a time, without shame? Why do I want to do math problems? Could it be that I was a weird person before I lost my memory? ”
After thinking about his past repeatedly, Zhang Ting felt that his past was definitely not simple.
Unfortunately, the weather was getting colder and colder, and the jackdaws above his head were getting noisier and louder, making him completely confused about who he was.
Looking up, Zhang Ting saw that there seemed to be more crows on the dead wood.
There were only two or three crows just now, but now they have become seven or eight.
These black guys fell neatly on the branches, their cold eyes with a layer of frost, making the surrounding air even colder.
They obviously didn't speak, but Zhang Ting could hear a lot of shrill screams, which made his chest feel tight.
Picking up the axe, Zhang Ting glanced at the crows, turned and walked towards the village.
As soon as he entered the village, he found that there were many people here.
These people were wearing simple shorts just like me, but the tools in their hands were different.
Some of them are just like me, they are all axes.
Some are bows and have some arrows attached.
Some have hoes with a bag hanging on their waist. The bag is bulging and should be full of seeds.
When Zhang Ting looked at them blankly, they also looked at Zhang Ting blankly.
They don’t know where this place is, or who the person in front of them is, or even who they are.
Walking around the village, Zhang Ting wrote down the number of people and determined that there were one hundred and one people here. "Strange, why is it one hundred and one? Isn't it more convenient to have one hundred people?"
Just when Zhang Ting was puzzled, he heard a strong sound of flapping wings.
Raising his head, his pupils dilated, and the scene in front of him shocked him.
In front of him, tens of thousands of crows were hovering in the air, and then they fell down one by one and landed on the branches outside the village.
When they arrived, the darkness around them became thicker and thicker. The village where things could be seen just now could only be seen vaguely.
And as darkness fell, the cold atmosphere in the air became stronger and stronger, and the cold wind roared in, cutting into his face like a knife, making his ears freeze.
Amidst the harsh crows, Zhang Ting felt his body getting colder and colder.
Before completely losing consciousness, he saw something crawling up beside him, and then walked towards the jackdaws.
The other party could not see the male or female, only a vague human shape. It walked directly into the jackdaws, and its black wings emerged from its back, making it look like a huge crow returning to the crowd of crows.
After watching this last scene, Zhang Ting slowly closed his eyes and heard the strange voice:
"The first reincarnation ends and the second reincarnation begins."
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"You still have two chances."
Suddenly Opening his eyes, Zhang Ting found that he was back at the entrance of the village.
The only difference is that this time, he did not hear the voice introducing his identity, and he directly obtained his axe.
Staring at his axe, Zhang Ting felt as if he had had a big dream, but the warm feeling before freezing to death was very clear.
"Reincarnation...twice...means, can I die again?"
The sound of crows made Zhang Ting, who was in deep thought, come back to his senses and look at To the jackdaw on the dead wood.
It’s just that there are not many jackdaws now, but the other party’s cold eyes are as always, looking at Zhang Ting as if he were looking at a dead person.
Without hesitation, Zhang Ting picked up the axe, strode back to the village, and shouted loudly: "Is there anyone like me who has already died once?"
The people nearby looked at him suspiciously, as if they were looking at a madman.
After shouting more than a dozen times, Zhang Ting found that no one responded, and then he was sure that he was the only one who had reincarnated here.
No longer shouting, Zhang Ting held the ax and shouted to a man on the side: "Hurry up, chop down the tree!"
"Who are you Jiba? You are crazy. Go somewhere else... Liang Liang Liang! Brother, Liang!"
Looking at the ax across his neck, the man shouted in horror: "Brother, isn't it just cutting down trees?"
"Don't worry about it, just chop down the tree!"
The man rolled his eyes, and then said flatteringly: "Brother, you need an ax to chop down the tree, why not..."
"Then Use your teeth! Come on, don’t be idle! If you don’t want to die, chop down the tree!”
When people are confused, they need a voice.
Although most of the people present did not understand the situation, seeing that Zhang Ting was so insistent and the weather was so cold, they might as well just listen to him.
Those with axes began to cut down trees, and those without axes began to transport trees.
At first, there were only a few people working, but as more people worked, other people began to join curiously. After a while, more than half of them were brought in, and they started cutting down trees together.
As the number of trees gradually increased, Zhang Ting measured the humidity of the trees, and then shouted: "Who knows how to make a fire!"
(End of this chapter)