In the northwest of the Great Wilderness Plain, there are countless clan tribes standing in the Baiman Mountains that stretch millions of kilometers. Among them, the largest clans have millions of people and thousands of small ones, which can be said to be a hundred tribes.

And under the clear sky, in a large clan tribe, next to a huge martial arts venue, a young man wearing animal skin was running excitedly.

"Mom, I'm back." The boy who put down the firewood on his back, who was not childish but was particularly strong, walked in from outside the door.

"I'm back." Seeing the woodshed door open, a middle-aged woman with a dirty face stood up from the ground, and a loving look on her face turned the boy into the room.

"Mom, let me burn these beast charcoal today, you can rest." The firewood came out of the house and it was beast charcoal. The boy walked to the charcoal stove, looked at the coke marks on the woman's face, and stood on tiptoe to wipe her face.

"No, no, I've been burned almost the hundred kilograms of animal charcoal I have to pay today. I only need another 100 kilograms, and today's work will be completed." The middle-aged woman saw her son so sensible, and her doting expression on her face became stronger and stronger. She wiped her hands covered with carbon slag on the coarse cloth clothes, wiped the sweat on the child's face with the back of her hand, and smiled: "I haven't eaten yet, am I hungry, see what I have prepared for you today?"

The woman wiped the child's face, then put her hand into her arms, took out a bag of animal skin bags with a few bits of body temperature. After the bag was opened layer by layer, there was a piece of exquisitely marinated lean meat inside.

"Eat, you're the age to grow taller now."

"Mom, where did you get it?" The child asked in confusion after taking the lean meat - he knew that although many people in the tribe make a living by hunting, meat is still expensive compared to grains.

"Although we are slaves, the sect leader and others have always been slaves. In fact, as long as we work hard and pay the work share on time, we can still get some money." The woman nodded and smiled hard - it was obvious that what she did was not as easy as she said.

The woman's name is Wang Qing, and she is the young man's mother. The young man's name is Wang Man. They are all slaves in the Wang tribe, and simply put it as slaves. In the Wang tribe, everyone, whether slaves or ordinary tribe members, have the surname Wang. However, this mother and son are not foreign slaves who were given the surname from outside clans, but are native royal tribe members.

Moreover, their hometowns were not slaves, and even the status of them was higher than that of ordinary tribe members, but that rainy night a year ago completely changed their lives.

The cause was Wang Man's father.

Wang Man still remembers what happened that day until today - his father secretly gave him a secret book on a rainy night, and he is still clearly visible to him. Although he has not seen his father for a year, he still remembers the harsh man's ruthlessness towards him. Since he was three years old, the strong man has been constantly training his physical fitness and fighting skills, hoping that he will one day become the most powerful warrior in the tribe.

"My son must be the best!" The man always patted his chest and said to him.

Then, perhaps because of the high expectations or because of the excessive pampering, the man finally made a mistake. He used his power as a beast-headed warrior in the tribe to steal a powerful cultivation technique that was not out of the outside world from the Wang clan that it was raining. Then, before he had time to cultivate his son, he was discovered by the masters in the clan and captured into the inner palace - and he has not appeared again yet.

As the closest person to the warriors who made mistakes, Wang Man and his son were also demoted to slaves and began their life as labor slaves.

Looking at the lean meat in his hand, although Wang Man was young, he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart. As soon as the family of a beast-headed warrior fell into a slave, this boy has experienced quite a lot in the past year. The hardships of life have also made this boy less than his peers seem much more mature than his peers.

"Mom, we each have half of this meat." The boy tore half of the lean meat and stuffed it back into the woman's hand without saying a word. Then he grinned and swallowed the remaining big mouth into his mouth.

Bang!

Just as the boy was grinning and eating meat, the door of the woodshed was knocked open again. A red-sleeved man with wild beast stripes on his face, followed by two equally domineering and strong slaves, walked in.

"Wang Qing, have you finished your work today? I still have the heart to eat here?" The red-sleeved man shouted loudly as soon as he came in, his huge voice scared the woman's hands trembled unnaturally.

When he saw the visitor, the boy also put down the flesh in his hand and looked at the tall and strong man with an angry look.

"It's not time to finish work today, and the sun sets early. Why do you come so early to collect things?"

"Little thing, this is not enough for you to say." The man with red-backed face ignored the boy's screams, walked straight into the house, stood in front of the woman, looked at the woman's cheek, picked up a few pieces of burned beast charcoal and smiled: "This thing is also called completion? I wonder if the tribal masters in the inner palace, is the most important thing in burning charcoal? What the hell is this? I want to make up for the numbers!"

Accompanied by the man's roar, the exquisite animal charcoal in his hand crumbled into residues after a few "bang". Then the man seemed to feel that it was not satisfied enough, and then he stepped on his feet and stepped most of the woman's basket of animal charcoal into powder.

"Wang Yan, you guy!" The boy saw that the things he and his mother had worked for a day were crushed by someone, and could no longer hold back the boy's character, so he stepped forward and rushed towards the middle-aged man.

But no matter how strong a boy of seven or eight years old is, he is as weak as a rabbit in front of a tiger in front of a strong adult man in this tribe.

A "bang" punch hit the man's abdomen. The boy immediately felt that his wrist was hurting, but he was not convinced and tried his best to punch him again, but what he got was his hands numb at the same time - the man named Wang Zi just looked at the boy smiling.

"Boy, I want to hurt me for two years!" Wang Yan grinned and was about to push the boy away, but suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his lower body - the boy's third punch hit his crotch.

He was young and was only between his chest and abdomen. Even the young man knew where men were most likely to hurt. It was useless to go down two punches, so he naturally found the closest point of sight, and then finally achieved the third punch.

"Little bastard!" The pain of the lower body was something that no man could bear. The man could no longer care about anything under the severe pain. His strong arm, with the whistling wind, slapped the boy on the cheek. "Crack", and a sound of bone cracks and dislocated teeth were heard at the tentacles. The boy was slapped directly by this powerful slap, and he hit the pile of firewood and broke into the blood.

"Ah!!!" The woman saw this scene next to her, and her face turned red because she was too excited. When she saw the child being injured, she changed her gentle appearance just now, and like a injured female wolf, she rushed towards the man, opened her mouth and bit the man's arm.

Crack, Crack...

The teeth squeezed the man's strong arms, making a sound that made people's teeth sore, but the man still only felt pain. After recovering from the pain in his lower body, the man directly pinched the woman's cheek with his big hand, forcing her mouth to loosen.

"I just like you, this stubbornness..." The man pinched Wang Qing's cheek and said with a grin: "Is Wang Jian the past treating you like this?"

"Don't hit my mom!" The blood-bloated boy stood up from the ground, his cheeks swollen, and his left eyes were squeezed into a crack. His right eye was red and he rushed to the strong man named Wang Zi again regardless of the injuries on his face.

Then the result was obvious. He was kicked back to the spot by the man - and this time he was injured in his chest and abdomen, his ribs broke and his breath made him unable to stand up from the ground anymore.

"Boss, it's hard to explain to the higher authorities." The two followers who came to Wang Yan saw the boy being kicked and fell to the ground with panic on their faces.

"Spit!" Looking at the boy on the ground, Wang Xian showed impatience on his face, and a mouthful of thick phlegm spitted on the woman's face, threw her on the ground, and waved her, "Let's go!"

Bang!!!

The wooden door of the wood-room was taken up again, and a group of three strong men left here, leaving behind the ruins of the ground, and the cry of women in the ground - and that -

The boy with bloody head clenched his fists and made a "cuckoo" sound.

...

A rainy night, a quiet mountain.

A sad and angry boy.

"Dog bastard, dog bastard, dog bastard..." The boy waved the hatchet in his hand vigorously, cutting through the rain with one knife and hitting the giant trees in the mountains. With every wave of the knife, he was cursing in his mouth - but the curse seemed so humble, as humble as the sound of chopping wood - the sound of chopping wood could not be heard from the rain three meters away, and disappeared into the pouring mountains.

After dozens of knifes hit the tree, the boy became panting. Every breathing would bring pain to the broken ribs in his chest and abdomen, which quickly consumed his already vigorous physical strength.

And at this moment, the "squeaking" animal screams came from the giant tree above his head.

"I'm not in the mood to play with you today." The boy gasped under the trees, and the rain poured on his swollen face.

"Squeak!" The animal screams above the head slowly approached from top to bottom. A pure black monkey jumped from the tree to the boy, and drifted his big, lively eyes to the wound on Wang Man's face, looking a little confused.

"I'm injured, I can't play with you today." The boy exhaled a suffocation from his chest.

The monkey seemed to understand the boy's words, and disappeared again, jumped onto the trees, and disappeared on the edge of the mountain.

"Oh." Just as the boy sighed at the cold and even the monkey was too lazy to pay attention to himself now, the monkey that had disappeared for only a moment appeared again, but this time it appeared, a light yellow grass on its hand.

"What is this?" The boy was still a little happy when he saw the monkey come back, but he smiled bitterly and sighed: "Thank you, but I am not a girl, I don't like flowers and plants."

"Squeak!" The monkey screamed loudly when he heard the boy's words, and then he gestured with a sudden look after a pose that Wang Man couldn't understand. Finally, he had an idea, tearing off a small piece of leaf of the light yellow leaves, and gestured to fill it into his mouth with the eating posture.

"Do you want me to eat it?" Wang Man was puzzled.

"Squeak!" When the monkey heard this, he slapped his chest and nodded.

"Oh." The boy took the grass leaves and stuffed them into his mouth without thinking. Then a cool breath suddenly dissipated from the entrance, and then brought the coolness to the stomach and intestines along the throat that was swallowing.

"Huh!" After eating the leaves, Wang Man let out a long sigh and showed a grateful look at the monkey, "Thank you."

"Quick!!" Hearing the boy say thank you, the black jade monkey forked her waist and screamed in a strange way, turning around in circles, making a powerful posture.

After the boy Wang Man ate the light yellow leaves, he suddenly felt a sense of fatigue. Then he leaned against the back of the tree and fell asleep in a daze under the heavy rain. I don’t know how long I slept, but when I woke up, it was still dark, but the rain stopped. The mountains were filled with muddy land.

Wang Man, who opened his eyes, slowly sat up from the ground, and then saw the dark jade-colored monkey in front of Mud and Tile.

"Xiao Hei..." Wang Man shouted, but was surprised to find that as he spoke, his cheeks stopped hurting, and the burning feeling between his chest and abdomen disappeared, "This... what did you give me food?"

Although the boy was young, he knew that what he had just eaten must be an extremely precious herb, because he had never heard of any herb in the tribe that could regenerate broken bones in such an instant, and even the knocked teeth suddenly appeared.

This made the young Wang Man feel magical and amazing.

"Zhizhi!" But no matter how surprised he was, the monkey could not answer his words.

"Can you take me to the place where the thing grows?" The injury was instantly healed, and the broken bones were reborn and the new teeth rose. This herb even a seven or eight-year-old child knew it was priceless - "If I could bring a few of this herbs and hand them over to the witch doctor in the tribe, maybe I and my mother would be able to escape from slavery!"

The price of slaves is not expensive, and if the slave itself makes great contributions to the tribe, he can be given a slave's place - and once he leaves the slave's place, he will be protected by the tribe. Not to mention his value doubles, at least no one dares to bully him.

"Can you take me there?" Wang Man thought of this and looked at the monkey with a little excited expression.

But the monkey looked embarrassed.

"Don't worry, I'm not greedy. Just a few plants, or one or two, one or two plants!" The boy saw that the monkey didn't want to take him with him, and his face showed a look of praying, "My mother is bullied every day, I want to use this herb to exchange for her safety..."

"Huh!" Hearing the boy's prayer, the monkey let out a long sigh, then waved his little black claws, signaling him to follow him, and then he took it as if he had climbed up a low bush first.

"Thank you!" Wang Man saw the monkey agree and immediately chased after him.

Baiman Mountain is very large - it is said to be formed by a hundred majestic mountains, and humans live in only one place of Baiman Mountain. There are more places in the mountains, such as poisonous insects, wild beasts, monsters, and monkeys. Therefore, no humans have ever been involved in most parts of the mountains. Even Baimo Mountain, which is closest to the Wang tribe, is rarely able to pass through.

So, Wang Man became a little scared when he went deep into the mountains and forests.

"It's so far away. It's been two hours since I walked. It's almost dawn. Xiaohei, I remember when you just got the little leaf back, it was very short!" The boy walked along the muddy deep mountains and forests, asking with some confusion.

"Squeak!" The monkey heard Wang Man's question, gestured for himself, then gestured for the place where he had fallen, and then gestured for planting.

"You mean, you transplanted that thing from here?" Wang Man guessed the monkey's sign language.

But the monkey nodded and shook his head again, indicating that he was not sure what he guessed, and then gestured for a long time to lead the way.

One man and one monkey walked for another half an hour. The monkey stopped in front of a cave entrance—there are many caves in the mountains, but few caves are so open. Wang Man stood in front of the cave, looked at the black hole entrance like a deep well in front of his feet, and became puzzled again: "Does that grass grow in the cave? There should be no sunlight inside!"
Chapter completed!