Chapter 728 - 551 Execution of the Python-turned-Spirit_2
As a hunter who had lived here for many years, Wu Mo naturally knew these circumstances like the back of his hand.
Wang Yang, since childhood, had never wandered more than a hundred meters from his little cabin.
"Alright, it’s getting late. Let’s go to bed. If we stay outside any longer, we’ll be feeding the mosquitoes!"
Wu Mo affectionately touched Wang Yang’s head, then stood up and carried the bamboo chair back inside the wooden hut.
Wang Yang was naturally very well-behaved, following Wu Mo into the house. The interior was simply furnished: a kang bed-stove, a wooden table, and a few bamboo chairs.
All were handcrafted by Wu Mo himself. Over the past seven years, he had learned much. At the very least, he had learned to cook well and take care of a child.
Wu Mo went to bed first, and normally Wang Yang would be by Wu Mo’s side because there was only one kang bed-stove and for his safety—after all, this was deep within the mountains.
Even if there were no monsters, one still had to fear the likes of jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards. Therefore, Wu Mo always slept with Wang Yang by his side, protecting him steadfastly.
Wang Yang, however, found it difficult to fall asleep—not just because of what Wu Mo had said during the day, but also because his spirit was better than that of an average adult. He didn’t need much sleep—a mere two hours were enough.
It was probably because of the Power of a Saint within him. Wang Yang pondered about the world he had descended into: how long had it been eroded by darkness, or in what form had the darkness appeared?
He could only hope that it wasn’t like the Three Kingdoms world. In this world, the Demon Clan could exert greater strength, even with the presence of Exorcists.