Douluo: My Sand Sculpture Player

Chapter 9 Tool No. is online (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

The next day.

The first ray of sunlight appears from the horizon in the morning, driving away the darkness that shrouded the sky.

The air in the Soul Hunting Forest began to warm up, and drops of dew condensed on the leaves. They slid down the leaves and landed on the tip of Yang Ming's nose. The cold touch instantly woke him up from his sleep.

Getting up from the bamboo board, Yang Ming rubbed his sleepy eyes and found that it was the morning dew dripping from the leaves of the banyan tree branches, which almost frightened him so early in the morning.

The temperature in the forest is relatively high in the morning and evening. Fortunately, it is midsummer now and the temperature is cool at night. Yang Ming only feels a slight discomfort in his body and is not unlucky enough to be infected with the wind and cold. Otherwise, in this deserted soul-hunting forest, , getting sick is a very scary thing, it means that your physical strength will decline faster, and it will be difficult to do physical work.

The banyan tree branches are lush and the bamboo boards are covered with dense forest leaves, which naturally becomes the roof of this simple safe house.

Well, calling it a roof would be too much of a stretch.

Yang Ming slid down to the ground along the trunk of the banyan tree and patrolled around. Although there were fruit trees sparsely scattered around, it was a pity that those mature fruits had long been taken away by other spirit beasts, leaving only some fruits that were still growing. , Yang Ming tried to pick one out and taste it, the taste was really hard to describe.

Yang Ming began to miss yesterday's barbecue.

However, when Yang Ming woke up this morning, he didn't see the little white rabbit and didn't know where it had gone.

"My number one tool A Yin is not online yet. It seems that I can only rely on myself for the time being."

Life is not easy, Yang Ming sighed.

But as the saying goes, if you can't resist, then you have no choice but to lie back and enjoy it.

Looking up at the direction of the sun's rays, Yang Ming roughly discerned the directions of southeast, northwest, and headed east with the knife given to him by the little white rabbit in one hand and a stone he picked up yesterday in the other.

Yang Ming was very cautious. Every fifty steps, he would carve signs with stones on nearby trees to prevent himself from getting lost in the soul-hunting forest and unable to find his way back.

Since there was no clock on hand, Yang Ming didn't know how long he had been walking. He only remembered that it was the fortieth time that he had carved a mark on a nearby tree. There was a faint sound of water flowing in front of him, and in the air It also has a distinctly moist smell.

"There's a river ahead!"

Yang Ming felt happy.

Before taking a step forward, Yang Ming recalled what he had seen in the animal world. Scenes such as lakes and rivers were the favorite places for predators to ambush.

Soul beasts that have cultivated for ten or a hundred years are basically no different from ordinary animals in their habits, which Yang Ming has to guard against.

After all, he is not a player.

There is only one life.

Once you die, you are really dead.

Yang Ming checked the game mall. A Yin completed survival missions 1 and 2 last night. When he received 4 destiny coins, Yang Ming also received 4 destiny coins.

The creation of the Destiny Coin comes from the subtle changes made by Yang Ming and the players to Douluo Continent.

In the game mall, Yang Ming did not raise the price for himself because he was the host of the Lord God System. 4 Destiny Coins could only buy the Scythe Spirit.

After looking at the ugly sickle spirit in the game mall, and then looking down at the knife on hand, Yang Ming secretly gritted his teeth and thought to himself:

"If I encounter danger on the road, I will have no choice but to buy a sickle spirit."

One of the greatest characteristics of weapon souls is that they will not wear out or be destroyed.

The knife in Yang Ming's hand is just a mortal object after all. If it is used too many times, it will eventually become dull.

Of course, Yang Ming would never buy the Scythe Spirit unless he had no other choice.

In the game mall, there are no special props to wash away the first martial spirit. Once the first martial spirit chooses the sickle, it cannot be changed and can only be forced to activate the second martial spirit.

Yang Ming still had top martial arts spirits such as Qinglong Spirit and Phoenix Spirit in his mind and made up his mind to save money to buy them.

Carefully touching forward, a clear stream came into Yang Ming's eyes.

The stream ran from west to east, with ripples on the surface. The soil near the edge of the stream was wet. Yang Ming stepped on it, leaving a deep footprint immediately, and the splashing soil stained his trousers.

Yang Ming couldn't care less. He hadn't drank water all day yesterday, and his lips were already cracked with thirst. Seeing that there were no predators lurking in the stream, he immediately lowered his head and drank.

Generally speaking, the Soul Hunting Forest still maintains the state of a primitive forest. The stream is clean and cold, and it is ice-cold when you drink it. Although it has no taste, it gives Yang Ming a better feeling than Qionggan rain dew.

After taking a swig, Yang Ming felt much more comfortable, at least the problem of drinking water was solved.

He looked at the small grass carp swimming from time to time in the stream, and wanted to catch fish. However, this was not a simple job. It could not be caught with just one knife. He needed to prepare the tools and have enough experience of.

After Yang Ming struggled to no avail, the loss of physical strength intensified his hunger, so he had to give up the fishing plan temporarily and wait for the No. 1 tool man A Yin to come online before asking him to fish together.

"What should I find to eat?"

Flower growers are the best in the world in finding food. Yang Ming soon discovered the snails passing slowly on the river bed and was immediately overjoyed.

"Good brother Snail, please lend me your life!"

Yang Ming's sinful claws stretched to the bottom of the water. Fortunately, the stream was very shallow. If he extended his whole arm, the water surface could only reach Yang Ming's forearm.

With a "crash", a snail the size of a thumb was caught out of the water.

Seeing how plump the snail was, Yang Ming's saliva flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

Taking off his clothes and loading them with snails, Yang Ming kept up his efforts and collected more than forty snails one after another on the river bed. It was a great harvest.

The rising sun reached eight or nine o'clock, and Yang Ming followed the signs left on the road from the creek back to the banyan tree where he stayed for the night.

Just at this time, the number one tool man A Yin came online.

When Yang Ming saw him, he felt happy. Someone brought him a pillow just as he was about to fall asleep.

A Yin rolled his eyes and realized that yesterday's survival mission 2 had been completed, and a new mission had appeared.

"Main Mission: Survival 3!"

"Having successfully survived the first night in the Soul Hunting Forest, after having a simple safe house, don't you want to build a stove? Please build a stove and a set of simple kitchen utensils, and work hard to survive!"

"Reward: 6 destiny coins!"

A Yin has completed the first two tasks and has accumulated 4 destiny coins on hand. If he completes this task again, he will be able to purchase the hoe spirit in the game mall!

When he thought that he was about to obtain his first martial spirit in his life, A Yin was instantly filled with motivation!

(End of this chapter)