Hurrying slowly and hurriedly, with extremely troubled mood, Tang Xuanming arrived near the tribe three days later.
"I just hope no one reaches the tribe..."
He had this mood all the way, but when he reached the open space outside the tribe, his heart suddenly became colder.
The fields outside the tribe that he had originally opened to grow blood oats were empty, not even a single blood oat plant could be seen.
Traces of flames could still be seen on the dark earth, and the entire field where blood oats were grown seemed to have been burned by a fire.
"I'm going to fuck you mother-in-law!"
Tang Xuanming's eyes turned blood red, and four overlapping dragon roars even came from inside his body. Behind him, there was a faint golden dragon gathering, and then it started to appear as he activated his magical power.
The darkness flickered, and all the visions disappeared.
Tang Xuanming has not lost his mind until now because he saw the simple walls built by the tribe and the stone houses that had not collapsed one after another. He could also see the smoke rising from the tribe.
"Haven't that group of outsiders left yet? Then they all stay here and no one wants to leave."
"You will all be buried with the Pi tribe."
Tang Xuanming's whole body was surging with strength. The terrifying power and fluctuations caused the clouds above his head to distort, but they were quickly suppressed by his innate magical power without any trace of it being revealed.
He walked into the tribe with great anger, then his eyes widened and he said in shock: "Dazhuang, why...why are you here?"
What caught the eye was a tall man, Da Zhuang, with bulging muscles all over his body. He was walking forward carrying a huge log. The heavy log left a shallow footprint on the ground with every step he took, making a thud.
Loud banging noise.
Profoundly demonstrating the power of beauty, this original style and naked power are shocking.
Seeing Tang Xuanming standing in the open space of the tribe, Da Zhuang also smiled on his face and greeted him warmly: "Uncle Tang, you are back."
"There are guests from the tribe, and my father called me over to entertain..."
Da Zhuang showed an honest smile, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by an arrogant voice.
"Move quickly, don't wait there, the master is still waiting to eat."
Tang Xuanming's expression turned cold, and a slight golden glow bloomed in the depths of his eyes. He glanced at the tribe a few times and found that there was no bloody atmosphere in the tribe. The Pi tribe did not seem to be massacred by outsiders as he imagined.
It's just that the treatment is still not very good.
He glanced at a young man in linen clothes standing under a huge cypress tree in front of the tribe. The young man looked impatient and was urging Da Zhuang.
"Hey, come right away!"
Even though the young man's attitude was not very good, there was no trace of anger on his strong face. He put on a smile, carried the logs, and left hummingly.
While he was busy, he turned around and left a message for Tang Xuanming.
"Uncle Tang, my father is waiting for you at home. You have been out hunting for so long and you haven't come back. I am very worried. I have been saying that I want to have a drink with you when you come back."
Tang Xuanming's heart tightened, and then relaxed.
Food in the tribe is extremely precious and cannot be easily used to make wine. After he came to the tribe, in order to treat his injuries, he researched a lot of medicinal wine based on the pharmacology in the wilderness, and buried them in front of the house of the tribe leader.
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Normally, it would not be used for drinking. It would only be used to treat some serious internal injuries and to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis.
When Da Zhuang returned to the tribe, he showed joy immediately, and then directly asked him to go drink with Pihu. However, something seemed wrong.
In particular, the words spoken by Da Zhuang are the dialects spoken in the wilderness. Although they are similar to the popular language in Yunmeng City, they are faster and shorter, and some syllables also have strange changes. If not for the number of people who often live in the wilderness,
People can't understand it at all.
Tang Xuanming was able to understand because after owning the altar, he seemed to be born with the ability to easily understand other people's words no matter where he went, although Tang Xuanming might not be able to recognize them if they were written on paper.
, but he can directly understand what others say, and he can also speak.
The young man standing under the cypress tree glanced at Tang Xuanming, who was dressed in animal skins and dusty, and looked away from the natives in the wilderness. There was nothing interesting about the natives in the wilderness.
The conversation between Da Zhuang and Tang Xuanming was completely ignored by him. How could he be interested in the conversation between two barbarians?
The top priority now is to make his master a barbecue that is unique to the wilderness. Not to mention that this small tribe's barbecue method has its own uniqueness, and the taste is much better than that of the outside world.
"Bang bang!"
Tang Xue Xuanming knocked on the stone door of Pihu's house, and there was a clear echo, like knocking on a wooden board.
This requires extremely high strength and is an extremely special training method. After all, the doors in the tribe are made of pure stone and are incredibly hard. It is not easy to make a sound with your fingers.
"Come in!"
Pihu's voice was still dull, powerful and majestic, but Tang Xuanming could inexplicably hear a hint of fatigue and anxiety.
He pushed the door open directly and saw the tall Pihu with his back to him, looking through the window in the house at the center of the tribe, where the smoke from the cooking pots rose.
The body is more than two meters long and even has some black scales on its body. It lies docilely at Pihu's feet. Compared with Pihu's huge body, it is more like a husky, which is about the size of a tiger.
"Some interesting things seemed to have happened in the tribe while I was gone."
"Brother Tang, you are back!"
Pihu turned around full of surprise and looked at Tang Xuanming, who was dressed in a simple animal skin. He was really excited and his eyes were surprisingly bright, but soon, as if he thought of something, his eyes dimmed again.
"Well, I'm back! What happened to the tribe?"
"A lot happened, a lot!"
Pihu pointed at the center of the tribe, his expression gloomy, but he quickly cheered up and asked excitedly: "Have you obtained the Star Pointing Technique?"
When asking this question, Pihu used Professor Tang Xuanming's internal skill of Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission.
Although sound can actually only propagate within a maximum of two meters, using one's internal force to directly transmit the sound to other people's ears without opening one's mouth is an extremely special ability and a special abnormality.
Yes, most people in the tribe who practice internal skills have mastered this ability, which is very useful for hunting.
Tang Xuanming's expression remained unchanged. He dug out a jar of medicinal wine from the soil at the door and placed it on Pihu's stone table. He chatted with Pihu about home affairs, but secretly communicated with Pihu using a thousand-mile voice transmission.
There was something very wrong with the tribe, and he had already noticed it.