Wushan tribe camp.

Tens of thousands of pan-horned bulls were lying quietly outside the camp, with heavy horns facing the outside as if they were siege hammers, firmly surrounding the entire camp.

The campfire was beating, and the members of the Wushan tribe curled up by the bonfire and spent the difficult long night. From time to time, a few roars of unknown beasts sounded from afar, which often caused some people to get up and look around.

Yu Mu sat on a small earth bun outside the camp, his eyes shining slightly, and he looked around with caution. Some suspended peaks floated from somewhere, just blocking the sky above the camp. The starlight was blocked, and the thick night sky covered the whole circle.

But Yu Mu seemed to have also practiced some wonderful pupil technique. An extremely small rune flashed in the middle of his pupils. The night could not block his sight. He cautiously glanced at all the places where the wind and wind were blew.

Although he was on duty with vigilance, Yu Mu was still carrying a piece of fat beast meat in his hand, and cut a piece of meat with a dagger from time to time, stuffing the slices of meat into his mouth with great satisfaction, and chewing slowly with a hundred thousand piety and sacredness.

"It's a blessing to be able to eat enough... well, what should I eat at dawn? What should I eat for lunch? What should I eat for dinner?" Yu Mu murmured in a gusto, thinking all the way to whether to eat barbecue or stew for dinner a month later.

"Fatty, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, I will eat you one day!" Feng Xing squatted in a small bush dozens of feet away and suddenly cursed in a low voice: "I've been thinking about eating all day long. Hey, do you eat people?"

Yu Mu frowned seriously, thought for a long time, and said slowly: "I don't eat the native human race. I'm abusive and vulnerable persons, which is something that beasts cannot do. But those evil ghosts with three eyes, four eyes, and five eyes, actually I really want to try their taste."

A faint light flashed in his eyes, looking at the small earth buns that were whispering from miles away. Yu Mu said calmly: "They are not creatures in our world. For us, they are no different from chickens, ducks, geese and fish. They can eat our tribe members to fill their stomachs. Why can't I eat them?"

Feng Xing remained silent. He looked up at the sky and suddenly cursed in a low voice: "Where did these mud buns come from? I broke them? I hate the dark sky. I don't like the dark night at all."

In the camp, Taisi was sleeping beside a bonfire.

The night wind brought a hint of coolness. Taisi's body twitched and subconsciously crawled towards the direction of the bonfire. He was weak, even instinctively wanted to find a warm place to continue drowsiness in his dreams.

Seeing that Taisi was about to get into the bonfire, his long strand of hair was almost burned. Shaosi, who was sitting beside practicing, frowned, and carried Taisi's neck like a chicken, throwing him back to his original position.

Taisi was still awake after being tossed like this. He snored and slowly crawled towards the bonfire. As he got closer and closer to the bonfire, Taisi's pale face couldn't help but smile.

Shao Si shook his head, pinched Tai Si's neck again and threw him back to his original position.

But when Taisi crawled towards the bonfire in his dream for the third time, Shaosi grabbed a stone beside him neatly and stuck it hard on the back of Taisi's head. The stone shattered, and Taisi didn't even hum. He went from sleeping to fainting.

He pinched Taisi and threw him back to his sleeping position. Taisi took out a rope made of animal tendons and tied up Taisi firmly. Then he nodded with confidence and continued to sit by the bonfire and practice quietly.

In the night, there are strange powers that are invisible to the naked eye, but the keen-inspired people can perceive from the infinite sky, slowly and slowly injecting into Shaosi's body. Her breath becomes particularly strange. It seems to exist in this world, but it seems to transcend this world. Gradually, her figure becomes hazy, and if she is not careful, she will not be able to find where she is.

Thirty miles away, a tall and thin figure suddenly appeared on a hill.

Wearing a feather armor made of black and white feathers, a bird-shaped helmet made of the skull of a big roll, carrying a strange long bow, and two giant eagle tail feathers emitting faint light on their hair. The tall and thin young man looked at the camp of Wushan tribe from afar. He sneered disdainfully.

"These tribes in Central Land have really lived a stable life for too long." The young man whispered: "This is how the migrating team of 30,000 people looks like camping at night? Any beast witch can drive a group of wild beasts, and they can keep their corpses alive."

Another breeze blew, and five young men dressed like the young men, but only had a giant eagle tail feather on their hair, appeared quietly.

One of them chuckled and said, "What are the words of brother? Where can these soft bags from Zhonglu be compared with those of our Dongyi heroes? Any warrior from our Dafeng tribe can easily kill more than ten times the same level as his enemies. Sooner or later..."

The first young man who appeared smiled proudly and said indifferently: "Sooner or later, the position of the Human King will allow us Dongyi heroes to sit on it. Puyang, Puyang, if Puyang belongs to us, how strong will our Dafeng tribe grow?"

A subtle sound of breaking wind came, and twenty young archers wearing black feathered armor but not wearing feathers on their hair rushed over. Hearing the arrogant words of the young man, one of the young men whispered: "Brother Ling, be cautious. Brother Qing Yao and Qing He are the two witches. They are still in the witch palace and have become mummies inexplicably. These people may not be easy to mess with."

Brother Ling snorted coldly and glared at the young man who spoke fiercely: "Are you scared? Go back and get your breasts to feed you. Isn't it just that Qing Yao and Qing He died? Do you know that although the Wu Temple is strictly prohibited from killing, how many apprentices die in the Wu Temple every year? At least a year, thousands of apprentices die inexplicably!"

Brother Ling raised his head proudly: "Do you know what Elder Yunpeng said? The Witch Palace is a pot of raising a Gu, just to select the most powerful, strongest and most poisonous Gu insects. We powerful insects can kill those weak ants at will... This is the right given to us by the Witch Palace!"

A young man whispered: "Why are they? Lord Si Wenming brought back to the Witch Palace..."

Brother Ling's face turned cold and he said sinisterly: "Si Wenming? His method of doing the same as his mothers is not suitable for the Witch Hall! What should we do and how to do such a big Witch Hall will ultimately depend on us! Si Wenming? Sooner or later he will be cleaned up, sooner or later."

Grasping the longbow on his back, Brother Ling said coldly: "Roar up and kill those guys. By the way... these people from the Wushan tribe can be sold for a good price."

After a pause, Brother Ling said with a grim voice: "I am the one who makes the most contribution today is who the most beautiful girl among these people!"
Chapter completed!