These arrows are all cut from bamboo, and the body of the arrow is probably soaked in water, so although the arrow has been quenched by the ignition material, there is only smoke and no open flame. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wei Youqing thought that these natives still understood things very well, and they couldn't hurt the pond fish because of their own fighting methods. The mountains here are high and dense, and it is not far from the temple, so it would be strange if so many rockets were shot out and not catch fire.

Even smoke was enough to destroy these man-eating ants, and Wei Youqing could only smell a scorched black breath, mixed with the smell of roasted meat. Come to think of it, that man-eating ant tastes good.

The smoke blew into the open field by the wind, and the wriggling black spots were gradually enveloped in smoke, and even the child inside fled into the cave in the cliff.

But the open ground was quiet, and there was not even a shadow of a person except the child. The arrows outside the open field also stopped, and there was a dead silence on both sides, as if war had never happened.

The sound of music sounded faintly again, but I don't know which side blew it. The forest outside the open field was moving, and a figure rushed out of it, following the woods in the direction of the temple.

The sky seemed to be overcast, and a black dot seemed to fall from the sky, accurately pounced on those who fled in the direction of the temple.

In the cliff cave in the open field, in the grass hut, a group of natives ran out of cheers, but did not approach, stood at the exit of the open land, jumping, and made a "whoa, whoa" cry from their mouths, as if they were cheering for these black spots.

Screams of terror rang out one after another, and a large number of people fell from the trees. Wei Youqing watched as a fallen person was covered with black spots, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into white bones.

The black dots still seemed to refuse to let him go, and continued to gnaw at the white bones until only one skeleton remained. Probably the skull is too hard, otherwise there wouldn't be even this skull left.

The two people sitting on the tree and the natives standing on the ground watched quietly, except for the sound of music and the "rustle" of the wind through the trees, only the "creaking" sound of black ants gnawing on white bones.

After a long time, those flying ants took off from the ground again, probably red-eyed, and saw that there were still two people on the tree here, and flew towards the tree where Wei Youqing and Shangyang Zhenren were sitting.

Wei Youqing looked at the black dot in a panic, turned his head, and stared at Shangyang Zhenren.

With a wave of the sleeves of Shangyang Zhenren's robe, a gust of wind, holding the fire snake, pounced on the flying ants.

The music sounded again, with anxiety.

The flying ants quickly retreated to the open field, still retreating slowly, and were burned by the fire, and fireballs exploded in the air, falling to the ground, forming clusters of charred black on the ground.

The fireball in the air did not spread, and when Shangyang Zhenren saw the flying ants retreating, he did not force each other, but took the work, and looked coldly at the native people under the tree.

A sturdy woman came out of the ranks, this woman was brown-skinned, tall and strong, and wore belly pockets and bloomers similar to those of a jeopus, and if it weren't for the bulging of her chest, she would be no different from a man.

Beside this woman was a lean man of about thirty years of age, dressed the same as the men in the temple square, his bewitching grass skirt barely covering his buttocks, his hair was scattered, and he was tied with a red fox's tail, which seemed to have a little life, and trembled slightly with his steps.

Behind them were two young girls, their hair tied into countless braids hanging down their shoulders, their well-developed limbs exposed outside their short skirts, and their upper bodies wearing embroidered bandeau tops, revealing their sturdy waists and abdomen. Plump breasts and fat buttocks, full of wildness.

The four of them walked under the tree, and the woman with her right hand on her left chest saluted Shangyang Zhenren and Wei Youqing on the tree without humility or arrogance. It seems that the attack of the flying ants just now is a matter of course.

"The leader of the ant clan, Na Dragon, the wizard Na grass, meet the priests and elders."

Wei Youqing looked at Shangyang Zhenren, and saw that the other party's eyes were slightly closed, and it seemed that he didn't want to speak, he couldn't see the fox tail on Na Grasshopper's head, so he turned his head and asked Na Dragon: "Since you are the leader, why didn't you go to the temple?" The sacrifice is about to begin, and you are here to delay! ”

Na Dragonfly replied unhurriedly: "Back to the priest, this year's sacrifice ceremony, it is the turn of our ant clan to sacrifice to the sun god," she turned back and spread the four fingers of her right hand flat, pointing to the skulls scattered in the woods in the distance, "These heads are our ant clan's respect for the gods!" ”

In turn? Wei Youqing remembered the hearts and minds of the people on the altar last year, and understood what was going on, so he nodded and said, "Well, this priest knows, I hope you don't miss the worship of the sun god and provoke the gods to be angry." ”

"Yes!" Na Dragon, Na Grasshopper, and the two women behind them bowed respectfully, and ordered the people to move the skulls into a pile. There are eight or nine of these skulls in this pile, and they are so clean that they don't even need to be washed by flying ants.

At this time, I saw a few ant natives dragging a dozen people out and throwing them in front of Na Dragonfly. These people are men and women, some are dead, some are still breathing.

Na Fly waved her hand and shouted, "Na Fly! ”

"In!" A small child's voice came, and the child who was chasing the flies just now heard the sound and didn't know where it came from, and shouted directly to the clansmen without the orders of the leader and the wizard, "Hang them up!" ”

The ant tribesmen dragged the captives from the ground and walked out into the open field. Some of the tribesmen untied the black things that had hung on the open ground before, and as soon as they fell to the ground, they deflated, but only a layer of dry skin on the outside was left, and the inside had been eaten by ants.

The prisoners of war took their place and hung them on the wall, and the rows of eye-covered earthen embryos were lifted and placed at the feet of the prisoners of war.

Na Fly had a short flute in her hand and blew it gently.

In the soil embryo, there seemed to be something coming out, and then, the people who were not dead in the prisoners of war let out a terrible scream, and when Wei Youqing squinted his eyes and looked carefully, he found that a little white fat worm came out of the soil embryo, which directly drilled into the skin of the prisoners of war.

Wei Youqing got up again from the nausea aroused by the black thing just now, and he used his luck again and again, and he forced the thing that he almost spit out again.

Beneath the tree were the terrible ant-clan natives, busy packing up their skulls and preparing them to take to the temple. Wei Youqing didn't dare to show his timidity, he secretly lucked and adjusted his breathing.

Finally, when those ant clan natives left, Wei Youqing felt that he couldn't move, and he didn't dare to look up at the open ground in front of him, but the terrible screams came and went.

"Scared?"

Shangyang Zhenren's voice sounded softly in Wei Youqing's ears, so light that only Wei Youqing himself could hear.