The distant mountains are covered with a layer of red.
At the foot of the mountain, smoke curls up.
"Dad, there is someone at the bottom of the mountain!" Xiaobai looked at the smoke in the distance and said in surprise.
"Well...it's a village!"
There are seventeen smoke spots in total at the foot of the mountain. Seventeen families should live here.
"Let's go! Let's go down and have a look..."
Xiaobai nodded and walked down the mountain with Mo Wen.
Mo Wen and Xiao Bai came to the village and found that the people here used simple cuts of animal skins to make clothes and wear them.
Everyone here was surprised by the arrival of Mo Wen and Xiao Bai.
"Are you outsiders?" an old man holding a wooden staff said tremblingly.
The clothes Mo Wen and Xiao Bai were wearing were incompatible with them. It reminded him of the outsiders who had been passed down from generation to generation.
"This old man, we are indeed from the outside world."
"This...you..." The old man's mouth trembled, and his eyes were filled with fear.
The other aborigines subconsciously took a few steps back when they saw Mo Wen nodding in recognition.
Every time these outsiders come, they will bring disaster to this world.
The tribes that exist in their world will undergo great changes and changes.
"Old man, we don't mean any harm, we just want to ask you something..." Mo Wen saw the other party's fear and rejection of him and said quickly.
"Can we sit down and have a potluck?"
The old man looked at Mo Wen and Xiao Bai for a long time, and found that the man and woman were very kind, and finally nodded.
"Guests from afar, we hunted a black bear today, let's try it together!" Seeing the old man's agreement, the simple aboriginal people invited him warmly.
"Thank you, husband. We happen to be hungry too, so you're welcome!" Mo Wen said with a smile.
After Mo Wen and Xiao Bai sat down, the aborigines served them the broth cooked in the pot, as well as the roasted animal meat.
"Thanks!"
The two thanked them politely.
The meat is well-cooked and fragrant. Mountain delicacies are added to it, making it delicious.
"Wow... delicious, this soup is so delicious!" Xiaobai praised.
"Can you bring me another bowl of soup?" Xiaobai said with a smile.
"Okay, no problem! There's still a lot in the pot, I'll put it in for you..." A middle-aged woman took the bowl from Yaya's hand with a smile.
For simple villagers, the recognition of guests and satisfaction with food are their greatest recognition.
It was a pleasant meal, and Xiaobai is now eating the dessert he brought with him.
Not far from Xiaobai, there were seven or eight children looking at her eagerly, looking at the pastries in her hand.
"Do you want to eat?" Xiaobai looked at several children staring at him and asked with a smile.
I just had a delicious dinner here, and I should return the favor.
"Is it really possible?" A dark-skinned little girl said with hope on her face.
"Here! One for each of you!"
Xiaobai took out a cake for everyone from the storage ring and called on everyone to come forward and get it.
"Thank you, Sister Xiaobai!" several children said happily.
The old village chief looked at Xiaobai sharing food with the children in the village, with a smile on his face.
"Village Chief, you seem to be repelling the arrival of Xiaobai and me. What's going on?"
When the old village chief heard this, the smile on his face gradually solidified. He looked at Mo Wen and sighed.
"Hey...according to our ancestors, every time an outsider enters, our world will undergo great changes."
Mo Wen was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he came to his senses.
Every time the secret realm is opened, the four tribes move the battlefield here, and the indigenous people here are also affected by the war.
"I can see that you two are not bad people." The old village chief suddenly said.
"Those outsiders who come in won't attack you at will, right?"
"Hey... that's not true, but people with ulterior motives in various tribes will deliberately make friends with outsiders and let them help expand their territory. So every time you come in, it is the source of chaos for the major tribes." The old village chief sighed.
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"Why do these outsiders participate in your war?" Mo Wen frowned.
"Because we are the aborigines here and know everything here, the big tribe will exchange the information you want." The old village chief pondered for a moment, and then said. "For example, the location of the inheritance that you care about..."
When Mo Wen heard this, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.
"Our cultivation system is different from yours. It summons living beings and communicates with dead souls. It plays a very good role in exploring the path when exploring the inheritance!"
"Then why don't you take these inheritances as your own? Then practice these inheritance techniques?"
When the old village chief heard this, he shook his head.
"We have tried, but the people here cannot practice these inherited techniques."
"Can't practice?"
"Yes, we cannot cultivate the kind of heaven and earth energy you mentioned in our bodies..." The old village chief shook his head and sighed.
Okay, I guess this is another crazy setting created by the author!
Is this somewhat similar to the beast control and wizard system?
"Village chief, is there a secret inheritance place near you?" Mo Wen asked casually.
"There is a place..." the old village chief thought for a while and said.
He saw that the two of them had good intentions. This inheritance place was a disaster. If someone took it away, it would be relatively safe.
As long as there is no place for inheritance here, it will no longer attract the attention of outsiders.
Mo Wen was stunned when he heard this, and he just said it casually. He didn't expect it to happen.
"Does the village chief know the foundation of that inheritance place?"
"I don't know. We haven't sent anyone to explore it. But I heard stories passed down by the older generation that there was a body burning with flames that was buried here. And the mountains and rivers we are on are the transformation of his body."
When Mo Wen heard the words, his eyes widened suddenly. With a body of ten thousand feet, this was completely beyond his understanding.
"That's it! If you want to go there, I can accompany you there tomorrow!" The old village chief pointed to a tall mountain peak in the distance and said.
"This place of secret inheritance is not far from our village. It will be a disaster if you keep it. If you help take it away, I will thank you..."
Mo Wen looked in the direction of the old village chief's finger and his pupils shrank. He found that there were five peaks next to each other, like the five fingers of a huge hand.
"Then the village chief will take us there tomorrow!"
"Okay, we'll set off early tomorrow morning!" the old village chief nodded.
While the two were talking, a middle-aged woman arrived.
"Village chief, the house prepared for the guests has been cleaned and ready for move-in!" the middle-aged woman said.
"Guests from afar, please come with me. I will take you to the room where you will stay tonight." The old village chief stood up tremblingly, leaning on his wooden stick.
Mo Wen quickly stood up and held one of the old village chief's arms, fearing that he would fall.