Every hair seemed to have transformed into a detector, capturing information from the air, sending it into the blood, and then from the blood into the brain.
"What a strange feeling!" Zhang Chen stood there dumbly for a moment, shook his head, and walked towards the mountains.
The skin being able to feel the flow of the wind, and temperature is not uncommon; ordinary people's skin can do the same. It's just that his perception was more acute. He assumed it was due to the regeneration of his skin being more sensitive to the airflow.
At this moment, Zhang Chen's blood had been replenished, without the usual dizziness.
You should know that it had been more than ten days since Zhang Chen made the ceramic whistle until now, so replenishing his blood was normal.
"The baskets at home seem to be insufficient. As I catch more and more wild chickens and wild ducks, I need to weave some more baskets." Zhang Chen walked in the mountains, training the Hunting Falcon as he went.
