The morning in the eastern bay comes extremely early, and due to winter, the island is wrapped in a cloud of sea fog early on.
In addition, being on the sea, the humid and heavy air makes people indescribably uncomfortable.
In the woods, a suffocating darkness poured into the world silently.
When Ding Xiaoyi came out of hell again, his eyes had returned to his former shape.
However, due to [Thousand Faceless Faces], no matter how you look at it, he has a cold and paralyzed face.
After a night's rest, the spiritual energy he had consumed had almost recovered.
However, the spiritual energy consumed on the Xuantong bracelet will take time to slowly be replenished.
I'm afraid I won't be able to face off against an evil spirit level master like I did last night.
But it doesn't matter, there are many ways to take revenge, especially when there is a prosperous person beside you, this loss.
The previous method of drawing a line as a prison was proposed by Wangcai.
But before he got close to the village, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly stopped.
He glanced at the surrounding forest leaves, and through the white mist, he saw an extra layer of white lime on the forest leaves.
Ding Xiaoyi pinched a little bit, took it out, and put it in front of himself.
"lime?"
When I saw these limes, I immediately understood.
Not far ahead, Ding Xiaoyi's heart sank. Sure enough, he saw a layer of white in front of the village.
The ground was sprinkled with a thick layer of lime.
Stepping on it, not to mention the footprints left on the ground, just the white ash contaminating the body would break any invisibility skills.
On the wall of the village, there were still several foreigners standing, continuously swaying bags of lime one after another, spreading it as far as possible, contaminating the surrounding trees.
So that your invisibility skills have nowhere to hide.
"Hey, these aliens react so quickly!"
Wangcai couldn't help but be surprised by the behavior of the foreigners this time. Such astute reaction ability is not something ordinary people can achieve.
Without the aid of invisibility.
The original plan of enclosing the land as a prison was shattered in half in an instant.
Once Ding Xiaoyi gets close, his body will eventually be contaminated with lime.
When the time comes, he becomes invisible and will immediately become the target of crazy attacks from these aliens.
Looking at those energy cannons on the wall of the village, Ding Xiaoyi didn't want to become a target of those things.
However, just when Ding Xiaoyi had a headache, Wangcai suddenly sneered.
The sudden laughter, the unspeakable treachery.
"Master, some people like to dig their own graves without knowing it."
"Dig your own grave?"
Ding Xiaoyi didn't understand, but Wangcai only said two words next, and Ding Xiaoyi's expression suddenly changed.
"Fire attack!"
"Dust explosion??"
Ding Xiaoyi's expression changed and he looked towards the village in front of him. He saw lime powder scattered all over the ground around the village.
However, it is obviously still far from the concentration of dust explosion.
"If all the woods around the village are burned, even if it doesn't reach the village, this little trick will be self-defeating immediately."
The words of prosperity make Ding Xiaoyi a little worried.
Just because there seemed to be women and children in the village, these foreigners were not the targets of my own revenge.
As if aware of his master's thoughts, Wangcai hesitated: "Master, there is no mercy in war. The more kind you are to your enemies, the more cruel you are to your compatriots!"
Ding Xiaoyi frowned and said nothing.
Maybe I can do it and kill people without blinking an eye, but if I want to kill those old and weak children who have no strength to restrain themselves, I... can't do it.
But Wangcai is right. In war, kindness is the greatest harm to oneself.
What's more, this is a battle with a huge disparity between the enemy and ourselves.
In the tangle, it was difficult for him to come up with an idea.
Wangcai had already figured out what kind of character his master was.
To put it bluntly, there is no heroic courage nor majestic appearance.
He is just an ordinary person, he can be angry and afraid, happy and sad.
The most important thing is to always hold a bottom line in your heart to restrain yourself.
If you cannot become a madman, you cannot become a Buddha.
If it weren't for Chaimu's new home, his master would probably be an ordinary citizen.
Compared with the descendants of those psychic families, they are far behind.
But then again, don't I just like to follow such a master?
He is still hundreds of times better than the one who burned down bridges when he crossed rivers.
So Wangcai thought about it and proposed a compromise method to Ding Xiaoyi.
"Master, let's do this. Let's do it in half. You only need to burn the fire in the valley on the left. That side is far away from here and the fire can't burn here!"
I can still accept this compromise method, but is it okay to do this?
"Believe me, just a little fire is enough to give these uncivilized barbarians a good drink!"
Faced with Wangcai's guarantee, Ding Xiaoyi nodded in agreement, turned around and walked towards the woods.
In the village of Turing tribe.
Everyone was concerned about the condition of the patriarch Mengsha.
Fortunately, the spiritual doctor in the clan had already treated her, and after taking the medicine, Mengsha woke up.
However, the spiritual doctor repeatedly warned him not to be stimulated again.
After all, Mengsha is too old, his body function has declined, and he can no longer supply enough blood to allow this once proud warrior to gallop on the battlefield again.
This time I was short of breath and hurt my heart. It will be even worse next time.
This can't help but cast a shadow on everyone's heart.
On the hospital bed, Mengsha naturally knew his condition better than anyone else. He took out a bone dagger from under the pillow and handed it to Kaina beside him.
"Find a way to put this thing in Bran's hands and have him come back as soon as possible!"
No matter how rebellious Bran is, Basa is dead, and his situation may not last long. The tribe needs a strong warrior to come back and lead the tribe's next direction.
Kayina carefully put away the dagger, while Mengsha looked worriedly outside the village.
"Patriarch, don't worry, I've already had people sprinkle thick lime powder outside. That foreigner will never dare to approach the village easily in a short time!"
"lime?"
Mengsha was startled, and then his expression softened a lot. When he looked at Kaina, he couldn't help but praise him.
Although he was firmly opposed to the relationship between the great elder and Kaina from the beginning.
I feel like this woman wants to get on top of the Great Elder to seek greater benefits.
But I have to say that Kaina's wisdom is always surprising.
if……
Mengsha couldn't help but think of a very unreliable idea. If Bran could marry her, maybe the Tumun tribe would develop well.
But this idea is not appropriate and is just Mengsha's wishful thinking.
"on fire!!"
At this moment, someone suddenly shouted outside.
"on fire?"
For a moment, even Mengsha couldn't help but stand up from the bed in a hurry.
Sure enough, a black smoke was burning from the woods to the east, and the flames seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.
"Did that kid set Shaolin on fire?"
Everyone's expressions suddenly turned ugly. When the Tumen tribe originally chose to build a village here, it was precisely because the village was surrounded by mountains, which not only blocked the storm, but also reduced the impact of the tsunami to a certain extent.
But no one thought that anyone would let Shaolin go.
"Don't panic, everyone. Even if there is a fire attack, we can connect the underground river below the village and arrange for the children and elderly people in the village to go in and hide. Besides, it seems that the fire can't burn us."
Kayina felt quite calm. After analyzing the pros and cons, she immediately reassured everyone.
But the fire is getting bigger and bigger there.
The thick smoke is billowing, giving people the impression of starting a prairie fire.
“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong??”
Ding Xiaoyi watched the fire in front of him getting bigger and bigger, and set fire to the forest. If this was placed in a protected area, it would be enough to judge him as a minor for life.
"Don't worry, it will be almost done after a while of burning!"
Seeing the fire getting bigger and bigger, Wangcai said confidently.
As if to apply for a fortune, a wind formed by a heat wave blew on his cheek.
While he was talking, the flames had already begun to burn most of the forest, and they were getting stronger and stronger.
Even the people in the Tumen tribe not far away began to worry.
Some old people hugged their children and quickly hid in the underground river.
Among them are many babies who are still in their infancy and waiting to be fed.
However, when everyone was worried about the spread of the flames, the wind blowing on their faces became stronger and stronger.
Soon, a little cold feeling fell on his face.
"It's raining??"
After Kayina's fingers groped for the raindrops on her face, she couldn't help but froze.
"It's raining, it's raining, the ancestral spirits are protecting us! Hahaha!!"
The others laughed when they saw this.
I saw the clouds above my head getting thicker and thicker, and raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky.
Seeing the heavy rain, all the foreigners in the village were overjoyed, thinking that their ancestors were protecting them.
But for some reason, Kayina had a bad feeling in her heart, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, but it came and went away suddenly.
After the fire became smaller and smaller, the rain suddenly stopped.
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but look at Wangcai, wondering if this was an unexpected thing.
However, Wangcai seems to have already expected this.
"Master, wait and see the good show!"
Wangcai looked gloating about his misfortune, which made Ding Xiaoyi even more confused.
But it sounds like he already knew it would rain.
“You knew it would rain here??”
Wangcai didn’t hide anything about this, explaining:
“This place has a broad hinterland, high sides and low middle part, like a bucket-shaped valley.
Once a fire breaks out, the temperature begins to rise.
The air close to the ground is rapidly heated and expands and rises, while the cold air in the upper layers and surrounding areas shrinks and sinks.
Plus, you see, the air here is so humid, rain is an inevitable result!"
After saying that, Wangcai looked in the direction of the Tumen tribe and smiled even brighter: "Tell me, what will happen to the quicklime contaminated by rainwater?"
As soon as Wangcai finished speaking, the thick quicklime surrounding the Tumen tribe began to undergo a chemical reaction.
In less than a moment, the entire village began to be covered with thick water vapor, as if it had been placed on a steamer.
The smoke was billowing so thickly that I couldn't even see my fingers.
Seeing that the plan had been successful, Wang Caicai pretended to be elegant and said to Ding Xiaoyi: "Now, you just walk in arrogantly, and they can't do anything about it. Are you satisfied with this plan, master?"