Ling Xuanluo woke up from his sleep, and he didn't want to disturb Duan Xiao, but found that he didn't know when he left. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Thinking of Duan Xiao's vague expression just now, it was obvious that he was hiding something from himself, he began to worry, and without saying a word, he rushed out of the bamboo building, pulled out the Jiaoqiu sword, and plunged into the old woods.

There were wild beasts in the woods, but he didn't pay attention to it, and just rushed forward in a hurry, intending to catch up with Duan Xiao.

But after walking for a long time, there was no one to see, his anxiety deepened, and his heart "suddenly" jumped non-stop.

"This jungle is vast, am I looking in the wrong direction?" He was hesitantly asking himself when he heard a noise from the bushes in front of him.

The noise was not small, and he was worried that a large beast had appeared, so he quickly dodged and hid in a big tree.

He didn't dare to speak, and pricked up his ears to listen, but he could tell that the sound was not from a beast, but from a few people talking and walking around.

It was common for hunters to go out hunting in the middle of the night, so he thought that these people were just residents of nearby tribes and did not pose a threat, so he planned to wait for them to pass before going out on his way.

Who knew that those people had not gone far, and immediately after them, people continued to appear, and as the number of people increased, the momentum became more and more huge, and it seemed that a few people converged into dozens of people at once, and then into hundreds of people.

After the crowd appeared, the woods were no longer dark, and almost everyone held a bright torch in their hands, illuminating the whole forest.

"It turns out that there are so many people living in this old forest where wild beasts are frequent!" Ling Xuanluo's curiosity increased, and he couldn't help but quietly flash out from behind the tree and follow towards the firelight.

Duan Xiao said that this area is the place where the Kunming people live, so these people must be from the same family. Although he followed all the way, he was extremely cautious, for fear of being accidentally exposed to the torches and attracting the siege of these locals.

In order to avoid suspicion from the crowd, he pretended to be a wild beast from time to time, let out a few strange screams, and kept his limbs folded and the cat lowered his waist, and stalked against the grass barley.

Covered by grass and trees, he hid very safely, and began to spy on these strange-looking people.

This large group of men, all dressed in shorts and shorts made of animal skins, exposed their thick arms and thighs. The belt tied around the waist looks flexible and elastic, and it should be made of tendons drawn from the animal. On everyone's waist and back, there are weapons such as axes, arrows, and bows.

These aliens do not seem to have the habit of tying their hair, all of them have their hair loose, and the top of their heads is encircled with a thick headband.

Because of walking in the mountains and forests for a long time, their skin looks black and red after being exposed to rain and sun, and most of them have round faces and plump and fleshy cheeks. They are generally not tall, but they are all muscular, broad-shouldered and round-waisted, strong enough to walk horses on their fists and stand on their arms.

"These people are not only from the same clan, but they are also from the same tribe, and it looks like they are going to have a rally, and let me see what they want!" He guessed all the way, and he had followed the crowd into an open field.

As soon as the bushes opened, the grass became sparse and no longer as good for hiding as it had just been.

In order to prevent being discovered, Ling Xuanluo flew like a light swallow and climbed a big tree, riding on the branch to look down.

He was looking for a position at the right angle, with a clear field of vision, and he could see that a bonfire had been lit in the open space under the tree, and a thin white-bearded old man, holding a beast-headed walking stick carved from the roots of a thousand-year-old tree, was sitting majestically by the campfire, waiting for everyone to arrive.

Crowds of people continued to pour in from all directions, and soon the open space was flooded. Ling Xuanluo visually inspected that there were no less than four or five hundred people gathered. (To be continued.) )