The valley where the hunter is located has a moving name: Baimagou.

It is said that in the past, a group of white horses often came to the stream to drink and play, so hunters called this place Baimagou, and the stream next to it was also called Baimaxi by them.

The sun in the mountains sets early, and the night shrouds in this ravine.

Soon, several families in the ravine lit lights.

In the woods, unknown birds made strange sounds, and various insects were singing in the grass.

There is no distinction between winter and summer in Xuantian Continent, and the insects here are not small in size, like grasshoppers and crickets, all of which are as long as ten centimeters.

So, people here live a comfortable life, at least they won’t starve to death. For example, the lazy couple before, who don’t hunt on weekdays, just rely on catching some insects and fish and shrimps in the stream to feed.

In the night, a black shadow flashed by quickly and quietly headed towards the small courtyard on the mountain.

The quiet courtyard was surrounded by sparse fences, the doors were closed, and dim lights were lit inside.

"Sister, try it, the taste of this grasshopper is so good!"

In the room, Murong Wan'er and Du Xiaoshu's grandchildren were sitting at a simple dining table, preparing to have a meal!

Although the room is made of wood and thatch, it is quite spacious. In addition to this small hall, there is also a bedroom on each side.

Murong Wan'er was a little embarrassed.

She has never eaten grasshoppers. Although she was not spoiled since childhood, she has never been short of food and clothing. Even though she was locked up by Lu Buping in Eagle Claw Peak, the amount of food and drink was even more abundant.

There was a large plate of grasshoppers on the table. This was not fried, but roasted by small trees on charcoal fire, sprinkled with some crushed salt on it, which smelled very fragrant.

"I think I'd better try this dried fish." Murong Wan'er looked at the grasshopper and felt that she didn't dare to put her mouth down, so she picked up the roasted dried fish next to her.

These dried fish were all dried by the old man who caught them by the stream to dry them in case of emergency or to improve their taste.

"Girl, you are just not the time to come. Some time ago, we just ate the stored bacon, so you can only make do with it." The old man said, picking up a grasshopper and putting it in his mouth, and chewing it.

But Murong Wan'er frowned when she saw it.

"Sister, there is no oil at home. If there is oil, the grasshopper will be fried in oil and it will be even more delicious. Let you taste it another day." said the young man Du Xiaoshu.

"I really thank you very much. You saved my life and settled me here. I can't be grateful." Murong Wan'er said.

"Sister, don't say that, do you know? I look at you very kindly, like my sister." Du Xiaoshu said.

"Sister? Do you have a sister?" Murong Wan'er asked.

"well!"

The young man didn't say anything, but the old man sighed.

"To be honest," said the old man, "Where is me, I have a granddaughter, Xiaoshu's sister. She is four years older than Xiaoshu. If she is still alive, she will grow into a big girl!"

"Oh? Grandpa, what you mean-" Murong Wan'er seemed to have heard some clues.

"My sister was arrested by bad people, and many of the people in our village died at the hands of those bad people." Du Xiaoshu said.

"Oh, what's going on?" Murong Wan'er was puzzled.

The old man sighed again, and the pleats on his face became deeper under the dim light.

So the old man told some of their past events—

It turned out that they were not hunting here before, but were far away to the west.

They were a mountain village with hundreds of people, most of whom made a living by hunting, and a few made a living by collecting herbs and digging ginseng.

Du Xiaoshu is still young, only four or five years old. His sister is over nine years old and looks very popular. On weekdays, Du Xiaoshu's grandfather and father go hunting, while Du Xiaoshu, his mother and sister stay at home.

But one day, the village was suddenly robbed by some people wearing terrifying masks. These people killed many people in the village. Du Xiaoshu's mother was killed, and his sister and more than a dozen girls in the village were taken away by these people. Du Xiaoshu was hiding in the dough tank by his mother and survived. Otherwise, he would have been killed like the boys from other families.

"I didn't expect such a tragic thing to happen in your family." Murong Wan'er couldn't help but feel very moved when she heard this.

"Yes, if it weren't like that, how happy it would be for our whole family to be reunited." Du Xiaoshu also said.

"Xiaoshu, where did those people come from? How could they be so cruel?" Murong Wan'er asked.

Du Xiaoshu glanced at the old man next to him, as if asking for the old man's consent.

The old man nodded and sighed, "Xiaoshu, say that we have stayed away from there, just treat it as a nightmare."

Du Xiaoshu said: "Grandpa, it would be great if there was a nightmare. Every time I wake up from sleep, I wish I could see my father, mother and sister by my side."

The eleven or twelve-year-old boy was actually carrying such a great deal of pressure, which made Murong Wan'er feel a little distressed.

"Sister, if we were still there, I wouldn't dare say much. Those people were everywhere like ghosts, and they even knew exactly what we said."

"Oh? Who are they? It sounds so scary?" Murong Wan'er couldn't believe it.

"They are people from the Demon Realm." Du Xiaoshu said, "We lived in the mountains west of Xuantian Continent before. Those people from the Demon Realm kept attacking here and killed many people. We had no choice but to take me here."

"People from the Demon Realm?" Murong Wan'er couldn't help but tremble when she heard this. "I have heard of the Demon Realm. My father also died in the hands of the Demon Realm."

"Oh? There is still this matter?" The old man was surprised.

"Then I may know who you are." The old man looked at Murong Wan'er and said in a deep voice: "A few years ago, I heard that there was a master from the cultivation world in the Xuantian Continent. He couldn't stand the invasion of the people in the Xuantian Continent, so he went to the Demon Realm to challenge the Demon Kings of All and Big, but the challenge failed and lost his life. That person was--"

"To be honest, that person is his father." Murong Wan'er did not hide it.

"False respect! It turns out that he is from the Murong family of the aristocratic cultivation family!" The old man was sitting there, and hurriedly got up to salute.

"Grandpa, don't be polite, this matter is over." Murong Wan'er said.

The old man said, "Although the matter has passed, I heard that someone is slandering Murong Xiashi, saying that he went to the demon world to steal some treasures."

"The person is gone, let them arrange it." Murong Wan'er sighed helplessly.

"By their arrangement? The eyes of the people are bright. I know this very well. At that time, our village was invaded by the Demon Realm. My son, Xiaoshu's father, joined forces with the hunters in the village to ambush the Demon Realm, but they were all killed. Soon afterwards, your father, Murong Xiashi, came to us and helped us defeat those Demon Realm."

"Have you met my father?" Murong Wan'er felt a little incredible.

How could it be such a coincidence?
Chapter completed!