Nearly a hundred beast oil torches suddenly lit up, illuminating a large space in front of Wu Tie.

Five guards surrounded each other in a fan shape, and they were also secretly guarding each other, looking tense.

Shi Fei jumped off the lizard. Without armor-piercing, he shook his body full of fat, and walked towards the stout man with a smile on his face, looking at the head of the five guards.

Perhaps it was the fat man's natural affinity. Shi Fei had a white and tender big round face with a bright smile and muttered to several guard leaders. A big man with a beard waved his hand vigorously and cursed and led his people to retreat to the station.

The other four teams also retreated, leaving only a few shrewd and thin old men who looked very smart were communicating with Shi Fei.

After a while, Shi Fei ran back with his fat body shaking and brought Wu Tie and his men to the station of a team.

This is an open space with a diameter of five or six hundred meters, surrounded by seven or eight thick stone pillars. Several rat scouts climbed on the stone pillars and just stuck out half of their heads curiously, overlooking Wu Tie and others walking into the camp.

In the camp, hundreds of four-wheeled vans formed a circle and were stringed together with strong ropes. A bonfire was lit in the round car array, and many elderly people, women and children gathered around the bonfire, whispering.

It was obvious that Wu Tie's rash intrusion just now frightened these old men, women and children. Many people still had a hint of fear on their faces, and many people didn't dare to look at Wu Tie and others who walked into the car formation.

However, when they saw the beautiful and lovely witch sitting on Wu Tie's shoulders, and although they were not very beautiful, their temperament was clean and pleasing to the eyes like a clear spring, the faces of these old people, women and children quickly calmed down, and some even smiled and nodded from afar with a smile and nodded from afar.

A little girl with no harm at all, a quiet girl who also looks like no threat, a thin and weak boy who is almost the same as a dwarf, a fat man who runs and shakes the ground, a mouse man with white hair all over his body looking old...

How could such a combination be dangerous?

Wu Tie is tall and thin. He is nearly two meters tall and has a very intimidating height, but in terms of thickness, his figure is like a steel gun. To put it bluntly, he is thin and tall, and his deterrence is not as good as the two dwarf soldiers in the convoy.

In the shadows far away, the old man's hoarse voice came: "This doll has been hungry since childhood, and how can it be so thin!"

Wu Tie's mouth twitched, as if he didn't hear any whispers.

"Wu Tie, this wandering troupe, is also going to the Dalong Domain. The Dalong Domain is a very peaceful prison nearby. It is much more stable than the territory of the Changsheng Sect." Shi Fei habitually slapped his big belly and said with a smile: "On the way, we just go along the way."

He said to Wu Tie proudly: "The people in this 'Piaoling Opera Troupe' are pretty good, and they don't want my money. As long as we take on part of the escort, alertness and physical labor, they can let us follow the troupe."

Wu Tie nodded and agreed to Shi Fei's decision.

There is still a long distance from here to Dalong Domain. According to Wu Tie and his team's normal speed, it will take at least two or three months. If it is just a few of them, it will be a little lonely.

It is good for Wu Tie and others to contact more people and see more things.

Although I was anxious to see Wu Jin, since I knew that Wu Jin was in Wa Valley, what else should I worry about?

"Witch, come, let's eat barbecue." Wu Tie smiled and patted the witch, untied a skin bag from the back of the giant wolf spider, and walked towards the nearest bonfire with the skin bag.

The troupe members sitting by the bonfire nodded to Wu Tie with a smile. They gave up a piece of land by the bonfire and let Wu Tie and Lao Bai sit down.

Wu Tie held the witch in his arms. Lao Bai took out a few pieces of bloody fresh snake meat from the animal skin bag, skewed it with rattan, and set it to smoke it by the bonfire.

A mouse man who looked much older than Lao Bai, with most of his red hair falling off and spots everywhere turned his head and said hello to Lao Bai: "Brother, what are you doing?"

Lao Bai warmly replied to the Red Rat Man: "Old brother, we are going out to join relatives. Alas, we are a small branch of a family. Now we are messy everywhere, and we are bleeding from the ground. We... have finally escaped."

The red-haired rat man sighed and started to mutter: "Yes, there are fighting and killing everywhere. A few days ago, the Changsheng Sect in Qingmuyuan went crazy, catching people everywhere and killing people everywhere. Several good young men in our troupe have disappeared."

Shaking his head, the Red-haired Rat Man murmured: "I can only go to the Great Dragon Domain. I hope the Great Dragon Domain will be more peaceful... This world is getting harder and harder to survive."

Wu Tie said nothing, quietly listening to the communication between Lao Bai and the Red-haired Rat Man.

After a while, Yan Hanlu and his men settled their mounts, walked over and sat next to Wu Tie.

Shi Fei was very skilled and easily got into friendship with the troupe's troupe by the bonfire. The bad wine from the beast made an old dwarf treat Shi Fei as his own brother. The two of them were chatting with each other, and Wu Tie gradually knew the past of the troupe.

The Piaoling Theater Troupe has been passed down for more than two hundred years.

They had no fixed place and did not have their own fixed territory. Under the leadership of the leaders of the past dynasties, they traveled around the world and relied on music, juggling, small dramas, and other means to make a living.

Wandering Theatre, this is a very complex organization that cannot accurately define their living status.

Some wandering theater troupes work part-time in brothels, thieves, intelligence dealers, smuggling groups, mercenary killers and other roles.

The leaders of the Piaoling Theater Troupe are still very moral. They only do some "reasonable and legal" things, and they generally do not interfere with those dark and violent activities.

This troupe is also very humane. They will strive to support the elderly in the troupe and raise the children in the troupe, so their living conditions are very difficult.

In this ghost world, it is amazing that the Piaoling Opera Troupe can be passed down for more than 200 years.

Wu Tie listened quietly, listening to every word and every sentence of these troupe members.

He listened to their past, their lives, their current lives, such as food, medicine, and supplies in various aspects.

The only thing I didn't hear was the prospect of these troupe members for the future.

They seem to never give any hope for the future, the future is too far away for them, and they are even confused even if they are confused about what will happen tomorrow.

The atmosphere of the entire troupe is like a "living" person.

He is just alive.

He was dying and lived in a state of dying life.

Eat, drink water, eat, drink, and urinate, and maintain basic survival, that's all.

In comparison, when they were in the Wu Family Stone Castle, the dwarf slaves in the Wu Family Stone Castle sometimes excitedly discussed their future life. Maybe one day they could eat a small piece of meat, maybe one day they could have two more dolls at home, or maybe one day, Wu Zhan was merciful, so that everyone could have a rest...

In the Piaoling Theater Troupe, Wu Tie did not feel this kind of hope that was as thin as a mirror, water and moon.

Wu Tie hugged the witch and fed her the roasted snake meat little by little.

The snake flesh was covered with oil, and the witch's little face and hands were still not stained at all. It was clean and white, pink and tender.

Aside from another bonfire, a light voice suddenly sounded: "Hahaha, the long night is long, it's rare for everyone to be so happy. How about performing a little trick for everyone."

Wu Tie looked back and saw a thin and tall man with yellow skin, obviously a little malnourished, but his clothes were very gorgeous and his style was incompatible with those of the Cangyan Domain. He stood up.

He waved his hands dexterously, and a group of children from the troupe looked at him blankly.

Suddenly, a little bit of Mars spewed out between the waved hands, followed by a large area of ​​Mars spewed out continuously. Mars chased and played between the fingers of young people like a living creature.

Suddenly, countless Mars flashed, and a small mouse condensed from Mars appeared in the hands of the young man.

Qing young laughed, and the little mouse ran happily along his arm, running from his hand along his shoulder to that hand, rolling from that hand, climbing briskly to the top of his head, igniting two strands of his pale yellow hair.

"Ah!" the young man screamed strangely, his hands slapped the burning yellow hair on his head wildly.

The little mouse disappeared, and the young man's scalp was burned out of a bald head as big as a teacup. As the blue smoke curled, the young man smiled sadly at a group of children aged five or six to eleven or eleven or twelve.

These children smiled heartlessly, and they all smiled and leaned back and forth. It was obvious that the young man's hair was burned, which was a very joyful thing for them.

"Oh, I missed it for a moment." The young man shook his head and sighed: "Whether you believe it or not, my nickname is the King of Demons, I am a very powerful ancient wizard..."

"A mage who can't even rub a fireball. Brother Magic Zhang, you are a mage who can't even rub a fireball." A thin girl who is slightly thinner than skinny and bone-like pointed at the young man and laughed.

The young man smiled awkwardly, "Hehe" and sat back on the ground with a smile.

Although he was embarrassed, he still raised his head proudly and defended loudly: "Who said that Master Gu must rub the fireball? Isn't anything else? For example, thunder, lightning, ice wind, wind knife..."

A group of children and young people made a laugh and made a fuss.

The smell of barbecue on Wu Tie's side drifted over, and several children couldn't help but look at it.

But they quickly turned their heads and tried their best to control themselves and not look at Wu Tie and the others.

Wu Tie looked at these children and was silent for a while. He suddenly remembered the little dwarf guys in Wu Family Stone Castle who were hungry and licking moss.

He held the witch, carried the huge animal skin bag containing at least 200 kilograms of rock python meat, and slowly walked to the young man, and gently placed the animal skin bag beside him.

"The trick is wonderful, Mr. Gu. You have to pay for watching the trick performance. This is a natural thing." Wu Tie said softly: "This is the fee I should pay."

The young man was stunned, and a trace of incredible horror flashed in his light blue eyes.

He looked at Wu Tie, then at the huge animal skin bag, his lips moved, and an extremely bright smile quietly bloomed: "Thank you."

He looked at the witch and whispered: "This is yours..."

"Dad!" The witch hugged Wu Tie's neck with both hands.

The young man looked at Wu Tie's tender face in shock, and he laughed dryly: "Your daughter? She also needs enough food."

"It is not difficult for us to hunt food." Wu Tie patted the young man on the shoulder and quietly retreated to the bonfire.

The young man was silent for a while and then smiled.

He stood up, stretched his right hand straight, and swung his right hand gracefully to the left side of his body, bowed deeply, and saluted Wu Tie.

Wu Tie's pupils condensed slightly. Well, among the knowledge inherited by Lao Tie, this was the court etiquette of some nobles in ancient times.

I really didn't expect that such an ancient tradition would be preserved.

This young man has a very interesting background.

Wu Tie raised his right hand and gently touched his left chest.

The barbecue was grilled by the bonfire and the aroma of meat was sizzling in the camp. The children around the Demon King each took a small skewer of barbecue and nibbled it little by little with their teeth, and were reluctant to eat it just like that.

More barbecue was distributed to the old people and children in the troupe by the Demon King.

For more than 200 kilograms of snake meat, everyone can only get a small piece, but everyone has a share.

Wu Tie quietly looked at the scene in front of him. The feeling this Piaoling Opera Troupe gave him was pretty good.

The corridor did not light up in the Xu Sun, but a strict biological clock had been formed in everyone's body. When the time when the Xu Sun should light up came, everyone walked from their sleep and began to pack their luggage.

A woman in a loose robe and a gray veil surrounded by several guards, slowly walked to Wu Tie.

"Dear Mr. Wu Tie, you are a respectable guest. I hope you can have a pleasant trip in our Piaoling Theater Group." The woman's voice was soft and meticulous, and she whispered: "You and your companions can walk in the middle of the team, which is the safest and most comfortable position."

Wu Tie bowed to the woman.

The convoy was moving forward. After a few rat scouts gnawed a few pieces of roasted mushrooms, they spread their legs and ran to the front of the team to perform their duties.

The team slowly set off. The five teams that were resting in this cave last night, only one of them went to the Qingmu Domain, and the other four teams all rushed to the Dalong Domain.

The four teams set off half a quarter of an hour apart, several miles apart, and headed forward without interfering with each other.
Chapter completed!