Cheng Ling was stunned at the moment, as if he had been struck by thunder.

Bolt from the blue is the best way to describe her current state. The moment she saw her appearance clearly, it would not be an exaggeration to say it was the scene of social death.

It's terrible!

It's okay when you don't notice this. After all, the pressure of survival is at the forefront. In addition, chaos is common on the way to escape. Maybe the body itself has become accustomed to this dirty state.

So before this, Cheng Ling really didn't think of paying attention to her own image.

Until this moment, when compared to others, Cheng Ling started to feel something wrong.

The first thing she felt was that her scalp was numb and itchy.

I don’t dare to look at it, I can’t bear to look at it, my God, these little white spots crawling on my hair can’t be lice!

No more, Cheng Ling began to feel itchy on her body again.

It's itchy and prickly, and there's simply no comfortable spot anywhere in my body.

Cheng Ling was frozen there. When Mu Sanniang saw her suddenly stunned, she couldn't help but asked with concern: "Brother Ling, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Ling:......

She was so uncomfortable now that she wished she could just rush into the stream and take a bath. It would be best to take off a few layers of skin, but was this possible?

No, this is not possible.

Cheng Ling used great will to control her impulse. She took a breath and said in a calm voice: "Auntie, we need to move faster. It's best to deal with these things before noon.

It is not advisable to stay in the mountains for a long time.”

So, let’s put the bathing aside for now.

Besides, it is not convenient for them to take a bath now that Hong Guangyi and others are here.

Cheng Ling just used the time of cleaning Xiao Ji to wash her hands, wash her face and straighten her hair.

If it weren't for the fact that a bald head was out of tune with this era, Cheng Ling would have wanted to shave off his hair on the spot.

She couldn't bear to look into the water anymore. Even after washing her face, Cheng Ling didn't want to look at her current appearance with a head full of lice.

Just one look at it makes me feel heartbroken, forget it, just keep it out of sight.

After Cheng Ling washed the thistles, he found a stone with a small depression, cleaned it, and then mashed it in the stone depression to extract the juice.

There are several ways to prepare thistle, but now that the conditions are insufficient, we should use the simplest method and utilize it as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, fresh thistle has a good hemostatic effect. The juice of thistle can be taken directly, and the crushed leaves can also be used for external application.

Cheng Ling was strong and fast, and in a short while, the stone concave was filled with the fresh juice of thistle. She was about to stop and use a bamboo tube to collect the fresh juice, when suddenly the solar energy in her body moved.

Huh?

Cheng Ling was stunned for a moment, she felt it.

The energy of the sun that had been completely unmoved when she touched and collected the corpses, now spontaneously flowed along the meridians to her palms, and then flowed into the stone recess through the stone she held in her hand.

Within a ball of concoction!

Qi seems to be both tangible and intangible. At this time, just by observing it with the naked eye, of course you can't tell whether there are any special changes in the concoction in the stone recess.

But at this moment, Cheng Ling seemed to be aware of it.

She felt that this solar energy seemed to enhance the medicinal properties of the concoction...?

is this real?

Or is it her illusion?

If it was true... Cheng Ling's heart was beating loudly.

She felt that the solar energy that had just been injected into the concoction was about a small section, which was about one-eighth of the total amount of solar energy in her body.

After injecting this short period of time, the energy of the sun spontaneously stopped injecting. It seemed that the medicinal properties of the concoction in the stone recess had been raised to a saturated state and could no longer be raised.

Cheng Ling quickly took out the concoction and put it in a bamboo tube, then called Hong Guangyi over. He told him to feed Shi Hong the concoction and use the powder for external application on the wound.

Hong Guangyi also had many minor wounds on his body. Cheng Ling said: "If there are any excess herbs, Brother Hong, please apply some on your own."

Hong Guangyi's hair was half loose. The long hair that originally reached the waist has now become a shawl. The shawl hair is still greasy and knotted. The image... is not embarrassing, but a bit funny.

Cheng Ling sighed silently. She had nothing to dislike others. Her own image was not much better now. They were both from the end of the world. Why should the eldest brother talk about the second brother?

Hong Guangyi happily took the things and took them to Shi Hongli happily.

As for the hair he had cut off, Cheng Dani was using it to clean the charcoal.

It turned out that Cheng Dani had helped Mu Sanniang prepare blood charcoal when she was at home. She was very agile and could do this even more easily than Mu Sanniang.

Mu Sanniang was busy cooking wolf meat in a clay pot, while Cheng Erni fired the fire tube stove.

The other two children swallowed their saliva and kept glancing at the wolf meat in the clay pot, while they very obediently helped Cheng Erni light the fire.

There are six simple stone stoves in the open space, and several stone stoves have thin stone slabs on top. After these stone slabs are heated, Cheng Ling will use them to roast wolf meat.

There were not enough clay pots, so we had to make do with stone slabs.

Cheng Ling hurriedly walked over to help. She used her own broken kitchen knife to slice the wolf meat into thin slices. Then, using the cover of her bag, she took out a small bottle of salt from the space, spread the wolf meat thinly and lightly, and spread it piece by piece.

Slow roasted on stone.

As for other seasonings, there are none.

Even the salt, Cheng Ling was very economical.

In fact, there is also a small bottle of chili pepper, a small bottle of soy sauce, and a small bottle of cumin in Cheng Ling's space backpack.

However, these strong-smelling things are not convenient to use, so Cheng Ling doesn't take them out at all.

But even if there is a lack of seasoning, the aroma of the roasted meat itself is already tempting enough.

Especially for these people who are already extremely hungry, just any food, let alone cooked meat, is enough to make their eyes glow green.

This was the case for Cheng Erni. From the time the fire started, when the wolf meat gradually changed from raw to cooked, and the smell of blood was gradually replaced by the scent of meat, it was as if she could no longer see anything else in her eyes.

Including her, there seemed to be only one thought left in her mind: eating meat!

It seemed that she was the only one left by the stream asking: "Mom, can you eat meat?"

"Brother Ling, can you eat it over there?"

"Mom, let me add more firewood to make the fire brighter."

Mu Sanniang shouted: "Oh, go away, be careful the pottery pot is going to burn!"

On Cheng Ling's side, in addition to using a stone slab to roast the meat, she also cut a few branches to skewer a lot of wolf meat, and then grilled it directly on the fire.

Nowadays, the weather is hot and wolf meat cannot be stored well. In short, we can cook as much as we can.

Of course, she actually secretly smuggled some wolf meat into the space.

Then Cheng Ling discovered that his two small spaces really had distinct characteristics.
Chapter completed!