In the face of the river, Xiaofeng and Jin Zi did not hesitate and showed their abilities. In the blink of an eye, they were already on the other side of the river, their eyes twinkling in the darkness like fireflies.

The bear stepped over the sand and gravel on the shore and bent forward, its front paws slowly sinking into the river, and the wind was motionless on its back.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed on the canopy of the trees, on the surface of the river, and finally on the bear.

Then, a "bang" shot echoed through the valleys, and then came the triumphant cheers of the gunmen: "Hit, hit!" Then came the sound of laughter piercing the night sky, and the sound of footsteps running over.

Feng Yiqun was startled, reached out and touched it, his hands were covered with sticky liquid, and the big bear was injured!

The bear's body moved violently, and its forelimbs slid and staggered. In an instant, as if crazy, he shook his limbs wildly, rushed into the river, and plunged into the river crookedly, and it carried the wind and swarms down the water, drowning in the rough water.

After a few thrashes in the water, the bear went limp, sank and slid to the bottom of the river, following the current downstream.

Feng Yiqun suddenly lost his support, and instantly slipped off the big bear's body and fell into the river, he waved his hands vigorously and twisted his body to keep his body balanced, so as not to be swept to the bottom by the current.

However, due to the lack of physical strength, he soon became exhausted, his body became heavier and heavier, his arms almost stopped swinging, he choked on a few mouthfuls of river water in his mouth, and his breathing became rapid. He tried to hold his breath, but there was nothing he could do.

In a trance, he sank into the river and went down like a scattered leaf.

After some time, when he woke up, he found himself lying on the bank of the river, surrounded by Jin Zi and Xiaofeng, who were looking at him anxiously.

"Jinzi, is the big bear okay?" Feng Yiqun spat out the river water and hurriedly asked.

Jinzi's eyes wandered and flickered a little, and her blue eyes were full of guilt and apology, and crystal tears slipped from her eyes.

"I can't find it, it's dead!" Xiao Feng pecked at the feathers on his body and rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry!" Feng Yiqun said softly, sighing, "It's a pity, blame me." ”

Jin Zi's mouth made a "quack" sound, and the monkey paw stroked Feng Yiqun's cheek, and his eyes motioned for him to stand up and move on.

Feng Yiqun supported the ground with both hands, slowly got up, took the purple berries from Xiao Feng, and put them in his mouth.

Feng Yiqun clenched his right fist and pretended to be relaxed: "Keep going!"

The sky was still dark and dreary, and the surrounding darkness was unfathomable, and the sound of the river and the wailing of night birds could be heard.

On the bank of the river are stones and large pieces of sand, so that the feet hurt, Feng Yiqun walked a little farther away from the river, where the ground is not sunken, and countless big trees grow in a slip, just like a black giant, stretching out the "arms" of teeth and claws, revealing hideous faces, when the breeze passes, it makes a strange sound, often reminds Feng Yiqun of the strange sound coming from the tomb pile under the night.

Inadvertently, the big black bird, flapping its huge wings, called "Wow", and melted into the vast darkness. Sometimes, a black shadow would suddenly burst out at his feet, as fast as lightning, and disappear without a trace in an instant, except for the rustle of the leaves of the bushes.

With the guidance of the gold, Feng Yiqun left the riverbank, bypassed a dark swamp, passed through a dense forest, crossed a small bridge made of a few decaying giant trees, and walked into the darker dense forest again.

In the distance, the halo of light changed, no longer ink, but light brown and dark yellow, as if the flames reflected it red.

There must be something!Feng Yiqun slowed down.

After a few hundred meters of continuous walking, the Feng Yi group hid behind the big tree, and the fire in the distance reflected in the sky, and the noisy sound kept coming, including the sound of percussion music, the sound of men and women singing loudly, and the wailing of animals.

Gold jumped up a large tree, hooked its claws on the trunk, climbed to the top of the tree in the blink of an eye, grabbed the branch with its paws, shook its body, and moved from one tree to another in an instant, or hung upside down and looked into the distance.

"Hide, hide!" Xiao Feng fluttered, flew to Feng Yiqun's shoulder, and whispered, thinking that it also realized the danger.

After a while, Jin Zi jumped down from the tree, walked straight to Feng Yiqun's side, made eye contact with him for a moment, and then led him carefully from the back of one large tree to the back of another, until he was close to the place where the smoke and flames were filled.

Feng Yiqun quietly poked his head out, dozens of meters away, the torches were building, tilting the light to the surroundings, a few barbarians with the upper body ** walked around, under the light of the fire, like a statue of a god covered in oil paint, and in the distance, there were burning flames, and a dancing crowd, but it looked hazy and blurry.

Jin Zi grabbed Feng Yiqun's arm, and with a slight lift, Feng Yiqun's body soared into the air, and in an instant, he was already standing on a high tree branch, and he looked at Jin Zi with a face full of surprise, feeling incredible.

Jin Zi used the corner of his eye to see Feng Yiqun's expression, it scratched its head, there was a mischievous look in its eyes, and then, grabbed Feng Yiqun's arm, the strength was so small that it was as light as a feather.

Soon, they quietly came to the big tree near the open space from the air, and Feng Yi squatted on the branch of the big tree, holding the trunk tightly with both hands, facing below. At a height of several tens of meters, he overlooked the scene below, while the people below were unaware and immersed in the festive atmosphere.

Around the clearing, there were burning torches, the air was filled with the smell of pine oil, the rhythm of the drums was cheerful, floating over the dense forest, a thick wooden frame was erected in the middle of the clearing, on which hung a few black boars, had given up the struggle, hanging there like sacks, several maidens covered with leaves, to the rhythm of the drums, singing songs he did not understand, twisting their waists, dancing in unison, among them, there were actually a few sea-blue foxes, dancing and screaming.

Feng Yiqun turned his head, his gaze moved slightly, "I see, it's Professor Feng! With that, he immediately stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, lest he be heard by the barbarians under the tree.

Not far from the boiling mortar, Professor Wind and Wind Sound were tied to a stake, their hands tied behind their backs, their eyes fixed straight ahead.

Directly in front of him sat a wooden chair on the heaped stones, on which a red-haired old barbarian, presumably their patriarch, sat upright, his hands on the armrests on either side, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrests, admiring the dance, occasionally echoing the beat of the drums, and shouting, which drew the cheers of the barbarians standing around the clearing.

Suddenly, the patriarch got up from his seat, walked down the stone steps, shouted loudly, stretched out his right hand, pointed at Professor Wind and Wind Sound, and gave instructions to the barbarians standing next to them.

Feng Yiqun's heart tightened, he saw the barbarian walk up to the two of them, untie the rope tied to their bodies, and push towards the steaming stone mortar, Professor Feng and Feng Sheng struggled hard, trying to get out of control, but it was all in vain, just a few more blows on their bodies.

As Professor Wind and Wind Sound were pushed to the side of the stone mortar, two strong barbarians came from a distance, with sharp knives in their hands.

"Are they going to do it?" The crisis was about to erupt, Professor Feng and Feng Sheng were in danger, Feng Yiqun's breathing was instantaneous, his palms were full of sweat, his heart was pounding, he was thinking quickly, whether to slide down the tree trunk immediately, rush to them, and fight to the death.

Just as his blood was gushing, his eyes were red, and he was about to slide down the trunk of the tree despite the stopping look of the gold, the patriarch stopped the two barbarians with sharp knives in their hands and walked towards Professor Wind.

For at this moment two men in short sleeves, sun hats, and sunglasses on their foreheads, from behind the big tree beside them, hurried to the old barbarian, carrying backpacks behind them, bulging as if they were full of things.

One of them, the small, thin man, walked up to the patriarch, bowed and saluted, took something out of his backpack, handed it to the old barbarian, and said a few words.

The patriarch took it, looked at it by the light of the torch, put it to his mouth, bit it with his teeth, nodded, and had an exaggerated smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied.

Then the short man turned his head and introduced the man behind him to the old barbarian. The man in the back, of medium stature, about fifty or sixty years of age, walked quickly up to the old barbarian, with his right arm on his chest, his eyebrows lowered, and he bowed humbly.

Later, the short man approached the two, stood next to the two, and looked at them from a distance, Feng Yiqun analyzed that the short man played the role of translator, he looked at the two left and right, sometimes talking, sometimes gesturing with the palm of his hand.

Suddenly, the patriarch seemed to be stimulated, and in the face of the medium-sized man, he excitedly raised his right hand, pointed to the sky, and roared loudly, and the barbarians standing on the periphery all straightened their necks, their weapons clenched tightly in their hands, their eyes fixed on them, the music stopped, the dancing stopped, and the air around them seemed to freeze.

The patriarch was furious, roaring loudly, reaching out to push the man of medium stature, while the short man looked helpless, and kept muttering explanations, and the barbarians next to him gradually gathered around, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense, and a conflict seemed inevitable, and it was imminent.

While the barbarians walked towards their patriarch, Feng Yiqun followed the trunk of the tree, slid to the ground, hid behind the tree, and stared at the people in front of him with wide eyes.

At this time, the man of medium stature suddenly pulled out a short-barreled gun from his backpack and shouted loudly, and then, with his left hand, he grabbed **, swiped up and down with his right hand, and pulled the trigger with the trend, "bang" twice, the huge sound shook the eardrum and the leaves on the tree fell down.

Everyone was stunned, and stood in place, staring at the man with the short barrel in his hand, motionless and stunned.