As night fell, bonfires were crackling in the earthen buildings. Zhang Yunxi and Ye Zhi, under the watchful eyes of the natives of the Mud Dragon Tribe and other team members, followed the tribe leader and the girl into the center of the building.
The adobe house.
"Allah, Allah!"
Next to the bonfire, the natives of the Mud Dragon tribe suddenly became excited. They danced wildly and cheered around a group of team members. From time to time, someone poured mud soup full of blessings on them.
At first, everyone was a little uncomfortable, but as the locals continued to enhance the atmosphere, and they drank some wine brought by Weber, they began to let go of their nature and danced next to the bonfire.
Sung a song.
…
In an extremely dim but relatively large adobe room, the six or seven-year-old girl lit a "table lamp" made of animal fat.
The flames in the bronze vessel danced with the airflow. The figures of the people and the interior decorations were projected on the wall, and they were constantly deforming and twisting in line with the direction of the flames.
The atmosphere was somewhat strange. Zhang Yunxi blinked and stared blankly at the old man and child in front of him. Suddenly he felt as if he was in some ancient witch tribe and was about to be sacrificed as an intruder or be killed.
Squeeze out semen and blood or something.
It's a bit scary anyway.
In fact, the Mud Dragon Tribe is really a very ancient witch tribe. They believe in flying dragons and witch gods, and firmly believe that every tribe member has the ability to cast witchcraft. They are also willing to use many natural phenomena or
Events that cannot be explained by science are understood to be manifestations of shamans and gods.
This statement sounds absurd and ridiculous, but in fact it is not uncommon in South Africa.
Until now, there are still many famous people in the south, including politicians, businessmen, celebrities, etc., who believe in various Wu sects.
Among them, the one that has been exposed the most is the field of football. Many well-known national teams in the south will ask wizards to "do it" when they encounter important games. Some people even do some strange behaviors during the live broadcast of the game, such as going to
Place voodoo dolls in the opponent's goal to pray for the opponent's goalkeeper to suffer brain congestion during the game, etc.
The most famous one is that more than a hundred years ago, a top football superstar, Bogoba, whose hair was bigger than his football skills, specifically asked a wizard to curse his national team teammate, Director Mu, in order to make him lose his ability to score goals. He was eventually killed by his own relatives.
Only after his brother was exposed did the public know that he was not only a handsome man, but also a fan of metaphysics.
In the south, many people regard wizarding as a profession. If they really get into the upper class, they will be rich in minutes.
Is this kind of witchcraft really effective?
In fact, it’s hard to say what this game is, because some people have indeed succeeded in getting some things wrong, so this kind of mysterious thing has become more and more intense here.
The Mudlong Tribe is an ancient shaman tribe. The tribe used to be very large, but until now, there are only about 200 people. Moreover, they do not leave the mountains and still maintain a very primitive way of life.
And this way of life also adds a mysterious veil to this ethnic group.
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inside the room.
Gula, the leader of the Mud Dragon Clan, invited everyone to take a seat.
Ye Zhi looked at the other party, holding the real-time translator in his right hand, and couldn't help but asked: "Mr. Gula, why did you say that my friend is a flying dragon totem?"
Gula sat on the chair made of skeleton and replied in a hoarse voice: "He has the blood of flying dragon in his body. He is our totem...!"
"Based on what basis?" Ye Zhi asked: "Is it because his skin absorbed river water?"
"In the Mud Dragon River, there is the remnant breath of the flying dragon." Gula nodded slowly: "My people drank the river water over time, slept with the heaven and the earth, and received the blessing of the witch god. Therefore, they are all strong and possess
The ability to fight wild beasts is a gift from gods and dragons."
When Zhang Yunxi heard this explanation, he felt both absurd and very real in his heart. He couldn't help but sigh: "Damn it, what he said actually makes sense...the people here are indeed very strong, and their physical fitness is far superior to ordinary people."
"Of course, they are all descendants of the flying dragon." Gula said with a rich voice, reaching out to touch the little girl next to him: "She also has the blood of the flying dragon, but she has not yet awakened."
God awakens on horseback!!
Zhang Yunxi felt very outrageous in his heart. Did the Wu clan here lose their skills, or did they fail to deceive them, and the final explanation they gave was that they were not awakened?
This kind of rhetoric is indeed too ridiculous for two people who come from a civilized society.
However, Zhang Yunxi also secretly calculated that the reason why the people of this tribe are strong may indeed have something to do with the river water.
Judging from my reaction to absorbing the river water during the day, there should be some residual mutated genes in this Mudlong River. It is very light. However, drinking it over time may indeed change the physique, but it will not change the appearance of the body.
Too much change.
This can also explain why they can drink such dirty water without getting sick.
"Mr. Gula, let me take the liberty to ask you, when did the bodies of the people in your tribe start to change? Has it always been like this, or has it gradually changed?" Sure enough, Ye Zhi should be thinking the same thing as himself.
, so this kind of question is asked.
Gula did not hide anything and told the truth: "The awakening of our bloodline began about sixteen years ago. At that time, a warrior named Aleda suddenly broke a big tree. Since then, our tribe has
Changes have occurred.”
Ye Zhi calculated the time in his mind and found that the great changes in Selva City began twenty years ago, and the cause of the great changes was the raging genetic virus.
Gula claimed that the tribe changed sixteen years ago. From a time perspective, this is correct. After the genetic virus raged, the river water was gradually polluted, so it took a few years to change everyone's system.
But what makes Ye Zhi a little confused is, what kind of genetic virus can survive for more than ten years?! Zhang Yunxi absorbed the river water, which can almost directly prove that there are still residual mutated genes in the river water.
This is incredible.
Gula looked at Zhang Yunxi with burning eyes: "We have an indescribable fate with the mysterious Easterners. Twenty years ago, the arrival of a group of Easterners allowed us to see the flying dragon with our own eyes. Twenty years later, there was another Easterner.
People appear as descendants of flying dragons, leading our declining tribe to prosperity. This is a gift from the witch god, and we should all pray devoutly."
"???!" Zhang Yunxi was confused: "Who is leading whom to glory? I still want to go to school, sir...!"
"Ara, you are the descendant of Feilong!" The little girl looked at Zhang Yunxi piously.
Zhang Yunxi saw the little girl's clear eyes and simple expression, so he did not refute her, but only touched her head kindly: "You have the final say."
Ye Zhi looked at Gula in astonishment and asked in an excited voice: "You mean... have you seen a flying dragon?!"
"No, I was not the clan leader at that time." Gula shook his head: "I am not qualified to meet the gods."
"Then how do you prove that it is alive? That it really existed?"
"The last clan leader was my father, and he saw it with his own eyes. The people of the Mud Dragon Clan never lie." Gula spoke firmly and pointed to the southern mountains outside: "It's in that mountain!"
"Are you still there???"
"I can feel that it is still there and has been supporting us through the river water." Gula replied without hesitation.
Ye Zhi's blood boiled when he heard this. He stood up and said, "Then...can we go see Fei Long?"
"You can't do it, and neither can I." Gula pointed at Zhang Yunxi: "He can do it. Tomorrow, we will prepare a grand meeting ceremony for him and Aria Gula, and send him to the dragon cave to listen to the flying dragon's teachings.
"
Zhang Yunxi glanced at the other party, then at the little girl next to him, and suddenly asked in shock: "What do you mean, you only want me to lead a baby into a dragon cave??"
"Yes, respected descendant of the flying dragon!" Gula smiled and nodded.
When Zhang Yunxi heard this, he immediately gave Ye Zhi a pleading look. The general meaning was that everyone here is sick, let's go, otherwise I may be sacrificed alive.
Ye Zhi made a stop sign and asked softly: "Mr. Gula, can I ask what the group of people who came here more than 20 years ago did? Why did they...!"
"Sorry, I can't reveal any information about them." Gula shook his head slowly.
"Then can you tell me when they left?" Ye Zhi asked again unwillingly.
Gula was silent for a long time: "They finally disappeared into the dragon cave and must have left."
Ye Zhi nodded slowly.
"Wait a moment." Gula stared softly, turned around and walked towards the inner bedroom.
Indoors, the little girl Aria Gula is looking at Zhang Yunxi eagerly, her eyes full of admiration.
"Brother, let's go!!" Zhang Yunxi said urgently: "Who knows what's in that cave? Just let me go in by myself? My jaw hasn't healed yet, and Tong Zhan hasn't been found yet...!"
"You know nothing, this is about the second unknown mutated gene in your body." Ye Zhi said in a low voice: "There is a bomb pit there, and you must jump into it tomorrow!"
"My second mutated gene?"
"Otherwise? Think about it with your buttocks. If you have no connection with this place, will they be beside you and scream?" Ye Zhi said without any doubt: "You must go tomorrow!"
"groove!"
Zhang Yunxi swallowed, looked around with some anxiety, and suddenly noticed that next to the animal skeleton hanging on the wall, there was a browned physical photo.
"Huh!"
Zhang Yunxi walked over and looked at the photo in the light, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity...