Chapter 275 World of Wild Beasts! (Ch 275)

Time flies and half a month has passed.

Mo Yingchen’s injuries were indeed serious.

Half a month passed before he was barely able to get out of bed and move around.

It felt like all the strength had been drained from the body, let alone wielding a weapon.

Even lifting slightly heavier objects has become a luxury.

Now he is so weak that he is not even as strong as the eight-year-old boy named Douzi who takes care of him every day.

He raised his arm, his fingertips trembling slightly, trying to communicate with the underworld and open the door to the world.

A barely perceptible ripple appeared in the surrounding space, and the air in front of him seemed to be distorted by an invisible force.

A dark crack can be vaguely seen, about to tear the space barrier apart.

However, it only lasted for a moment before Mo Yingchen let out a muffled groan.

Forcefully suppress the fishy and sweet taste rising in your throat.

The spiritual power is like a candle in the wind, so weak that it is not enough to support the release of skills.

The attempt failed, and he lowered his arms dejectedly, sighing helplessly.

The underworld could not be opened, so Mo Yingchen turned his consciousness into the summoning space.

Perhaps it would be possible to summon some undead spirits. Even if they were weak, they would be better than nothing and could provide some self-protection capabilities.

The summoning space opened in response.

But what he saw was that all the undead under his command had fallen into silence, as still as sculptures.

What made him frown even more was that the resurrection state of the undead this time was completely different from before.

After being dominated by the past souls, the undead in the summoning space will usually wake up synchronously.

But at this moment, perhaps it was because the strength of the undead under his command had greatly increased.

Those high-level undead, such as Dali, Phantom Assassin, and Iron Guard.

There is no sign of recovery.

On the contrary, the low-level skeleton warriors, especially the first-level skeleton warriors, showed signs of recovery.

Mo Yingchen sensed carefully and estimated that in a few days, he might be able to summon one or two skeleton warriors.

There was a flash of enlightenment in his eyes, and he whispered to himself:

“The side effects of soul control are more serious than I thought. It seems that I really need to use it with caution in the future.”

Thinking of this, Mo Yingchen slapped his forehead in annoyance and muttered in a low voice:

“How on earth did I activate Soul Domination at that time? My consciousness was already blurry and I fainted… I don’t even remember actively releasing the skill.”

……

“Ah Chen, are you basking in the sun again?”

A neighbor passed by and saw Mo Yingchen half leaning on the thatch and greeted him.

“Yes, Aunt Gui.” Mo Yingchen responded with a smile, “Are you going to the river to wash clothes?”

Neighbor Agui’s husband was a tribal warrior like Alian’s brother Azhan, but Agui’s husband died in battle a few years ago.

“Yes.” Aunt Gui stopped and said, “Do you have any clothes? Give them to me and I will help you wash them together.”

Mo Yingchen smiled and shook his head, motioning inside the house with his eyes.

Mrs. Agui understood immediately and said with a smile.

“Look at my brain. You have a capable girl like A-Lian at home, so why do you need an old woman like me?”

“Let’s go.” Agui’s wife waved her hand and continued walking towards the river.

Mo Yingchen watched Aguisao leave and turned his gaze back to the house.

I sighed in my heart.

Over the past half month, thanks to the careful care of A-Lian and Xiao-dou, he was able to come back from the gates of hell.

I slowly turned my head, feeling my body regaining consciousness bit by bit.

The sunshine shines on my body, making me feel warm and dispelling the coldness in my body.

……

In half a month, through the people in the tribe, especially A Zhan, Mo Yingchen gained some understanding of this world.

This is not the human world, but the beastman world.

Of course, the people in this tribe are indeed human.

In his previous life, Mo Yingchen had heard that among the myriad realms, in addition to the human realm where he was before, there were also human beings in other realms.

It’s just that the degree of development and power system are different.

For example, here, it is as backward as a primitive tribe.

Apart from the more advanced hunting techniques, productivity and living standards are similar to the primitive society that Mo Yingchen knows.

According to A Zhan, there are many tribes like theirs in the world.

All human tribes are subordinate to the beastmen.

Although they are called subordinates, they are actually no different from slaves.

Basically, you must obey all the orders of the Beast Man unconditionally.

Only a very small number of people who have made great contributions can be rewarded by the beastmen and gain some status.

The rest of the human race are struggling to survive.

All food and output, except for those required to maintain basic survival, must be supplied to the beastmen.

Thinking of the beastman described by Ah Zhan, Mo Yingchen frowned slightly.

“Brother Achen.”

The clear voice of a child interrupted Mo Yingchen’s thoughts, and Xiaodou ran over holding some dry firewood.

“What about sunbathing?”

“Yeah.” Mo Yingchen smiled and nodded, “Xiaodou is really capable. He picked up so much firewood.”

Xiaodou grinned, revealing a smile with a few missing teeth.

“Sister said that we should collect more firewood and boil water for Brother Chen to clean his body at night.”

Mo Yingchen felt warm in his heart. A Lian was always so thoughtful and considerate.

“Brother Achen, look!” Xiaodou held up a stone as if presenting a treasure.

“I picked it up by the river. Does it look good?”

The surface of the stone is smooth, and some lines can be vaguely seen.

Mo Yingchen took it and looked at it carefully.

“Yeah, it looks good. Xiaodou has a good taste.”

Xiaodou smiled proudly, “Sister said that beautiful things should be shared with relatives.”

Mo Yingchen was stunned for a moment.

Looking at Xiaodou’s innocent face, a complicated emotion surged in my heart.

Relatives?

He thought of Xiao Cong who was currently in the human world, and Ling Wei in the underworld.

Perhaps, only the two of them can be considered as my relatives…

Well…eldest sister counts as half.

……

The cultivation system of the human race in this world is called the Contractor.

A Lian and A Zhan’s father was once a contractor.

Of course, Mo Yingchen has never seen the real contractor, and he only learned everything from A Zhan.

It is said that the contractor can sign a contract with extraordinary creatures, fight side by side, and grow together.

It can transform the contracted creature into special armor or weapons, merge them with itself, and unleash even greater power.

Ever since waking up, Mo Yingchen has noticed something unusual about the spiritual power in his body.

He could hardly mobilize even a trace of spiritual power.

The culprit was the ninth-level energy that hit his chest several times when the Blood Evil Rider was charging.

This power is far beyond his current level and cannot be driven away at all.

What’s worse is that the blood evil energy is like a maggot in the tarsal bones, constantly corroding his body.

He was able to survive only because of the spiritual power that his body instinctively generated.

These weak spiritual powers were like a dam, trying their best to prevent the spread of the blood evil energy and barely maintaining his life.

For the past half month, Mo Yingchen had been resting and meditating constantly.

The only purpose is to speed up the recovery of spiritual power.

Being in this completely unfamiliar world and losing power is tantamount to putting oneself in danger.

Fortunately, after continuous efforts, the new spiritual power in the body finally managed to catch up with the speed of the spread of the blood evil energy.