"It's weird that it's okay. I was surrounded by a group of people for no reason. I felt like a god who descended to earth!" Jiang Yingyu smiled bitterly. As the saying goes, don't hit people with smiles. Even if Jiang Yingyu is depressed, he can't beat these people. After all, they will pay homage to him again.

Bah, bah, what kind of worship is, I am not a dead person!

Just when Jiang Yingyu couldn't stand it and was about to speak, the old man said, "God, please save our chief!"

By the river.

Jiang Yingyu and the old man sat opposite each other, Yang Xue sat next to him, and other warriors surrounded him, and everyone from the Xiaohe Tribe was also around. The two tribes were enemies. Although they did not take action, the warriors on both sides were very nervous and seemed to be fighting at any time.

"My name is Sang Xia, and I am a wizard of the mountain tribe." The old man claimed his name and continued: "The grudge between our mountain tribe and the Xiaohe tribe is not a big grudge. It was about last month. The warriors of our tribes clashed for the same prey. Although they fought, fortunately no casualties."

Jiang Yingyu nodded and said nothing.

"There is a legend in our mountain tribe that has been passed down from generation to generation." Sang Xia continued, "About five hundred years ago, the chiefs of our mountain tribe did something unreasonable. Although we still don't know what happened, the curse began at that time. From that generation of chiefs five hundred years ago, all the chiefs of our mountain tribe could not live beyond thirty years old. As long as they reach thirty years old, there is no sign, they will immediately die on their birthday."

"Legends say that as long as our mountain tribes do good deeds, after five hundred years of cursing, there will be gods disguised as young people and descending to the earth to relieve the curse for us. The gods will rescue a little lion from the alternation of power of a group of lions. As long as you see a young man holding a rescued little lion, it is that god!"

Jiang Yingyu understood that the wizard Sang Xia regarded himself as the legendary god.

Speaking of this little lion, Jiang Yingyu had to think of the story he had to tell with Yang Xue. If it weren't for being chased and intercepted by American agents, separated from his teammates, and then lost for so long, how could he have gained a mature woman like Yang Xue? The so-called ** is to describe him. This little lion is really his lucky star.

"God, you are that god. The chief who saved our chief. Our chief is about to have 30th birthday in two months. He has been devoted to doing good since he was a child. This time we came to settle the score with the Xiaohe Tribe. The chief also disagreed with it. We still ran out secretly!"

As he said that, Sang Xia started kowtowing again, and the warriors from other mountain tribes also kowtowed.

Sang Xia spoke in the Dragon language. Yang Xue explained to the people of the Xiaohe Tribe in native language. After hearing this, the people of the Xiaohe Tribe felt that the curse of the mountain tribe was quite evil, so she knelt down and kowtowed to help the people of the mountain tribe ask Jiang Yingyu.

When the warriors of the mountain tribe saw it, they burst into tears and loudly thanked the people of the Xiaohe Tribe in native language.

The little grudge between the tribes on both sides was written off in order to compete for food!

"Roasted eggs, just save their chief. You know medical skills anyway." Yang Xue also felt that the chief of the mountain tribe was very pitiful, and she helped her request without even thinking about it.

Jiang Yingyu was a little helpless. According to Sang Xia's words, the chiefs of mountain tribes should have died of some disease for five hundred years, but all chiefs would suddenly die on the night of their 30th birthday, which sounded like they were poisoned to death.

It would be easy to deal with if you die from illness, but if you die from poisoning, it would be a big problem.

It will be very wide!

This is unacceptable for Jiang Yingyu who wants to leave here immediately.

But so many people kowtowed and knelt down to themselves, and Jiang Yingyu didn't know how to refuse, which made Jiang Yingyu stumped.

Seeing that Jiang Yingyu had not spoken, neither agreed nor refused, Sang Xia thought that his sincerity was insufficient, so he hurriedly said, "God, please go and save our chief. We will thank the god very devoutly!"

When talking about thanks, Jiang Yingyu's witchcraft just now appeared in his mind.

This made Jiang Yingyu interested: "I am very interested in your witchcraft just now, so it's better..."

"No problem, as long as the gods can drive away the curse of our mountain tribes, let alone the Gu of All Things just now, I can give you my collection of witchcraft!" Sang Xia said anxiously. "My collection of witchcraft is not only the Gu of All Things, but also more than a dozen very powerful witchcrafts, which are ancestral treasures passed down from generation to generation!"

"Okay, the deal is done! Let's go now!" Jiang Yingyu said with a smile and stood up first, turned to Yang Xue and said, "Don't go, wait for rescue here."

Yang Xue immediately came forward to hug Jiang Yingyu's arm and said stubbornly: "No, I want to be with you!"

"Would you be obedient once? My trip may not go smoothly. Maybe I can't come back in a short time, so you'll be waiting for rescue here. At that time, let my teammates come to the mountain tribe to save me. If you go with me, if you encounter danger, you can still save me, right?" Jiang Yingyu finally persuaded Yang Xue and stopped making trouble and wanted to follow her.

So Yang Xue stayed in the Xiaohe Tribe, waiting for rescue, while Jiang Yingyu followed Sang Xia to the mountain tribe.

"Roasted eggs, you must come back alive." Perhaps because of the influence of Jiang Yingyu's words, Yang Xue felt very bad.

............

The mountain tribe seemed to be fifty kilometers away from the river. Sang Xia and his friends walked very quickly. It took only half a day to arrive and successfully arrived at the mountain tribe before sunset.

As the ordinary persons of Sang Xia and others, they can be described as being as fast as flying.

The mountain tribe is surrounded by mountains and waters, and the scenery around it is extremely beautiful. It is leaning on both sides of the not-too-tall mountains, and behind it is a stream, and many animals are drinking water.

This tribe is quite large, with more than 500 people, and they live in wooden houses. They are considered a small overlord in the surrounding area. Almost no tribe dares to provoke mountain tribes. Small tribes like Xiaohe Tribe dare to be unable to get along with mountain tribes, which is considered that they have the courage.

But strangely, when Jiang Yingyu came to the mountain tribe, he found that many people in the tribe were sick and dying, which was in sharp contrast with the strength of the fifty warriors around Sang Xia.

With the wizard of Sang Xia, a tribe, leading the way. No one in the tribe stopped Jiang Yingyu. The crowd went straight to the largest wooden house in the middle of the tribe. In the wooden house, a young man was dancing with a knife and stick.

Seeing Sang Xia come in, the young man stopped and started talking to Sang Xia in local language. The conversation was very good, but later when Sang Xia pointed at Jiang Yingyu, the young man became excited and even quarreled with Sang Xia, and then bombarded Sang Xia, Jiang Yingyu and others out of the wooden house.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yingyu asked blankly.

Sang Xia smiled bitterly: "The one who was our chief just now, I told him the matter. He has never believed in curses since he was a child, so he reacted strongly. Please don't be accustomed to it, I will persuade him!"

Sang Xia is a wizard of the mountain tribe, a spiritual leader, and has a high status. In some aspects, even the chiefs have to listen to Sang Xia.

"No hurry, tell me first what your chief eats or drinks on weekdays?" Jiang Yingyu waved his hand and said it was not important, and then asked.

Sang Xia was stunned: "What the god means..."

"It's nothing, just take a look, mainly to understand your chief's living habits." Jiang Yingyu's purpose was to check whether the chief's food was poisoned, but he could not tell Sang Xia this, otherwise he would not be able to pretend to be a fake god.

Sang Xia did not doubt that he had him, and began to explain the living habits of their chiefs to Jiang Yingyu with great enthusiasm, and to make their young chiefs perfect as much as possible so that the gods could give grace and rescue and relieve the curse!

From Sang Xia's lines and the attitude of the young chief to Sang Xia just now, it is not difficult for Jiang Yingyu to guess that the young chief was actually a very competitive person, but he was suppressed by Sang Xia and could not express it. Perhaps it was because of his disgust for Sang Xia that the young chief resisted Jiang Yingyu very much.

The young chief was not afraid of curses, nor was he willing to offend the god Jiang Yingyu, he just hated Sang Xia.

What a scheming guy...

"Take me around first, I need to understand the Feng Shui of your tribe first!" Jiang Yingyu looked around, looked at the surrounding environment and said.

Sang Xia was stunned: "God, forgive me for being ignorant, what is Feng Shui?"

Now it was Jiang Yingyu's turn to be stunned. He realized that Feng Shui is a unique thing in our Dragon Kingdom. Naturally, this continent of Africa does not know, "Feng Shui is how much your tribe fights against the curse. If Feng Shui is good, it will be smoother to lift the curse. If Feng Shui is bad, it will be very troublesome to lift the curse."

"Oh~, I understand!" Sang Xia actually only understood halfway. What he didn't understand was why the gods could not directly lift the curse? It was necessary to look at Feng Shui. Can't the curse be lifted without Feng Shui?

But Sang Xia didn't dare to ask too much, so he could only let it go.

Half an hour later.

Under the leadership of Sang Xia, Jiang Yingyu stood on the hillside on the left side of the tribe, looked around and whispered softly: "Who said there is no Feng Shui in Africa? Is this an atypical 'two-peak guard formation'? Logically speaking, there should be no curse for the powerful formation such as the 'two-peak guard formation'. Could it be that it was really poisoned by someone?"

"If it is really poisoned, it will be troublesome. This mountain tribe must have a traitor, and it has been lurking in the tribe for five hundred years, and has been passed down from generation to generation until today. Just to poison the chiefs of the mountain tribe? Will it be too deep to hate? It doesn't make sense..."

While Jiang Yingyu was muttering alone, he accidentally discovered that the large stone sculpture behind the Chief's wooden house was a bit unique. The stone sculpture was very big, about ten meters high and several meters wide. It was carved with a strange standing monster. He grinned his teeth and was facing the stream.

"The problem lies with this big stone sculpture. This is equivalent to inserting a nail in the middle of the two peaks. The double peak guard formation immediately turned into the double peak life-seeking formation, and the great auspicious formation immediately turned into the great evil formation!" Jiang Yingyu slapped his forehead suddenly, then pointed to the big stone sculpture and asked, "Who placed that stone sculpture where did it?"

"How about the chief who was cursed for doing bad things five hundred years ago? Is there something wrong with this big stone sculpture?" Sang Xia asked.
Chapter completed!