"Uncle Chihu, I'm awake, let me down!" Wang Li woke up for a while, and after receiving the memories in his body completely, he no longer pretended to be dizzy, slightly adjusted his body and moved a few times, and said directly to the strong man who was carrying him.

Hearing his words, the strong man breathed a sigh of relief, not only did not let go, but tightened him tighter: "Ancestor bless, you have finally woken up, if something happens to you, how can we explain to Wuxi Dawu." ”

"Yes, it's the blessing of the ancestors, Brother Wuxi, you still don't have to." The strong men passing on the side also echoed, and the others only paid a little attention, still only caring about the road.

This group of people, although carrying a large number of heavy objects, but all of them are strong and strong, they are simply savage beasts, and the weakest ones raise their hands and feet to show their strength, which is no less than the martial arts masters in the realm where Wang Li died.

What is rare is that they don't know what the internal force is, this is just the strength of the body itself, raising their hands and feet, as if eating, walking, the wind under their feet, just as usual.

A group of people walked through the deep forest, like flat ground, and in a few words, there were nearly 100 meters more.

Listening to everyone's words and looking at their eyes, Wang Li thought back to the memories of this young man, and no longer objected, but just let the strong man carry him on his back and go to the tribe quickly.

The original owner of this body was not low, and it can only be known from his clan that ordinary barbarians did not have a clan, but simply named them according to the creatures they hunted in their rite of passage.

For example, the reason why the red tiger got its name is that he hunted a tiger with red fur alone during his coming-of-age ceremony, and there are only two types of people in the tribe who can be named after the tribe of Wuxi.

The Southern Wilderness World is not as good as the Central Plains, with high mountains and dense forests, and monsters and beasts are rampant. Some are not all harsh environments. In such an environment. Barbarians naturally worship the strong and respect the strong.

Among the barbarians, there are only two types of strong people, one is the witch warrior who has rejuvenated the ancestral inheritance bloodline, and the other is the witch sacrifice that spreads the mysteries of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers and ancestral spirits.

Once the former's bloodline is rejuvenated, its body will be far stronger than that of ordinary barbarians, while the latter's body is weak, but it can communicate with heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, and ancestral spirits. Controlling the inheritance and stimulation of the bloodline, while being able to control all kinds of forces in heaven and earth, he also has the wisdom that most witches do not have.

At the heart of any clan tribe is these two.

Wang Li has the name of Wuxi, obviously from between the two, the witch force is strong, he was easily knocked out by the demon beast, obviously not this kind, the only thing left is the witch sacrifice.

The owner of his body is the next generation of witch priests in the clan.

Since it is not yet an official adult. Before the coming-of-age ceremony, he just has the clan of Wuxi. It's not famous, but it has a nickname, but there are very few people in the clan, and he is the next generation of witch sacrifices, relatively high, and ordinary barbarians don't call it that.

After about an hour, the barbarians of the Wuxi tribe ran for more than fifty miles in one breath, and finally walked out of the forest and reached a small river, where they went up the river and walked for another quarter of an hour, and a river valley was already in front of them.

This river valley, called Wuxi River Valley, is where the Wuxi tribe is located.

The valley is surrounded by high mountains on both sides, a small river runs through the valley, and the exits at both ends are not large, and the clothing of the Wuxi barbarians seems to be very primitive, but the valley has been very different from the primitive tribes.

At the entrances at both ends of the river valley, the Wuxi barbarians built a simple walled city here, and the stockade was built with local materials and only large stones, which was already the size of a large city wall in terms of height and thickness.

Stone houses can also be found everywhere in the river valley.

"They're back, they're back."

As the people returned, far away, the barbarians under the walled city of the valley cheered, they were old and young, and most of them were slightly weaker in combat.

The strong men on the side of the walled city stayed behind when the hunting team went out to hunt.

The cheers only lasted for a while, and as Wuxi Manniu and others approached, the atmosphere at the gate of the walled city gradually froze, and Wuwu Wuxi, who was second only to the patriarch Wuxi Clan, personally led the team to hunt the demon beasts close to the tribe.

Thirteen people went there, and when they returned, there were only seven or eight wounded men, and the rest were already carried on improvised stretchers, motionless, and did not get up to the cheers

There is no doubt that they are dead.

The atmosphere was slightly stagnant, and then the old and weak women and children at the gate of the walled city rushed out of the city, and after a while, before reaching the procession, they immediately cried and cried, the old man cried for his son, the woman cried for her husband, and the child cried for her father.

Wuxi Manniu sighed slightly, he had seen too much of such a scene, every time he took the elite of the clan to hunt the demon beasts that were harmful to the tribe, he hoped to bring everyone back alive.

However, the demon beast is powerful, even he has to do his best to maneuver, how can he take care of other ordinary barbarians, someone dies, this is a normal thing, but the death of any person is a tragedy for a certain family.

Returning all the way, the barbarians who were slightly excited by the bones of the demon beast did not have any excitement at this time, they were all silent, their luck was slightly better, they were not injured to death, and they had wizards, and they could easily recover.

The crying lasted for a while, bringing a sad atmosphere, and in the river valley, suddenly a drum sounded, knocking on people's hearts, and along with the drums, an inexplicable breath enveloped people's hearts.

I don't know who started it, and hummed a vast tune with the sound of the drum, and then more people hummed along with the drums, which Wang Li had heard in the forest before.

Although this tune has no lyrics and even the sound is simple, it has its own moving energy and can resonate with people's hearts.

"Knock...... Knock knock! The slow beat of the drums began to turn sharp, the tune changed with it, and the people of the valley joined the chorus without lyrics at some point.

"Requiem." Searching for his memory, Wang Li found this song, which not only calmed the dead souls, but also the living, calming the grief in their hearts.

As the requiem resounded over the entire tribe, the sadness was gradually soothed.

Dust to dust, earth to earth, death is a predestined thing at birth, people come from heaven and earth, and eventually return to heaven and earth, all this is a given, nothing more than sooner or later......

The barbarians' view of life and death lingered in the melody of the king's centrifugation, and at this time, the drum beat continued to turn urgent, and began to show a distinct rhythm, and the mood under the pacification fluctuated with the rhythm.

The blood flow accelerated, the breathing rhythm increased, and a trembling sensation was transmitted from the mind to the body, and the Wuxi Manniu opened his mouth and roared towards the sky with red eyes.

He slammed his hands on his chest vigorously, as if a silent volcano erupted from the earth's fire, the sky shook, the earth roared, and with his roar, the barbarians on the side also roared.

The roars had no rhythm, one after another, and there was a special exuberance to the sound of the drums, as if to awaken the fighting instinct in the barbarian's body, and put aside all useless emotions to fight.

Fighting, not only against ferocious beasts, against enemies, against harsh environments, against heaven and earth, but also with oneself.

The roar without a tune, like the howl of a wolf pack that is about to start hunting under the moonlit night, wantonly unleashes the wildness in the depths of the bloodline, and in all directions of the river valley, all the beasts were shocked by this roar for a while, even the roar of a powerful beast in the endless distance was also pressed.

"This is the Battle of the Heavenly Song, played by the father of the owner of this body, Wuxi Shanyi!" received the body memory, although he was not yet able to use it freely, but listening to the tune, Wang Li had already heard the tune clearly.

His gaze seemed to pass through the walled city, and he saw a middle-aged man with a much thinner body than Wuxi Manniu, only one meter eight, much more normal than modern people.

He did not live in a stone house, but lived alone in a cave, when he indifferently beat the good wing drum on his waist, vibrating the air, relying on the ancient tune, arousing the emotions of the entire Wuxi tribe.

First is the requiem, soothing people's hearts, followed by the battle of the sky, which is not only the excitement after the appeasement, but also the channeling and venting, turning grief and grief into the strength to forge ahead.

Wuwu is only a person with strong force, and the witch sacrifice not only has a strong strength, but also has all kinds of witch martial arts can't, feeling the tune echoing between heaven and earth, Wang Li knows why the real core of a tribe is witch sacrifice. (To be continued......)