The room is actually not small, and the identity of the white-haired old man can be seen from the side.

The material used in the stone bed is not taken from the grained stone, but the stone species that can be seen everywhere in the underground caves, the hardness is not high, and the difficulty of carving is quite low.

A yellow striped sheet of unidentified fur is spread on the bed to add to the comfort.

The old man was dressed rather thickly, showing only a little bit of skin, and his hair was long, which went over his feet and fell under the bed.

The length of the eyebrows also hung down to the edge of the mouth, covering half of the eyes, and even the beard was a mess like grass.

It can be said that the old man's beard and eyebrows are so dense that they cover most of his facial features, and I don't know how many years he has lived, whether he has not cut off his hair, eyebrows and even beard since he was born.

The aroma of barbecue slowly wafted in from outside the house, and the large round nose faintly visible in the old man's hair twitched several times, and the closed eyes opened a little, and his sleepy eyes were hazy.

"What smells so good?"

The old man slowly opened his eyes, which were full of whites, and he could not find the black pupils from them, and he seemed to have no vision.

He is the patriarch of the clan, with a long lifespan, more than 500 years old, and every once in a while, he has to sleep for at least half a month, so that his body functions can simulate the state of hibernation, and sometimes even sleep for a month.

He never wakes up late, not early.

This time, it is extremely rare for him to wake up three days early by the minimum standard.

The old man struggled to straighten himself on the bed, so that his feet touched the ground, which were a pair of legs that looked like shriveled balloons, and even a little skinny.

There are two bulging thick muscles on the legs of the tribe-by-tribe, which resemble two ham sausages that have been swelled several times, and that peculiar sign is most obvious in the middle-aged people of the tribe-by-tribe.

The old man's legs are different, with stacks of folds of flesh and skin, as if he is old, and what should not be left can never be kept, and will be ruthlessly taken away by time.

He picked up the bony crutches leaning against the edge of the bed, lifted himself up, let his long pale hair drag on the ground, raised his eyebrows, and pointed to the place where the fragrance was coming from, and faintly heard the commotion.

"Are those bunnies messing with something again?"

The pleasant aroma scratched the tip of his nose, hooking the old man's stomach worm and walking towards the outside of the house.

The faint starlight falls, and the large red stone slabs reflect each other, decorating this deserted and narrow grotto.

Twenty young men of each clan lay on the ground, lined up in a fan-shape, each with a stone slab on his feet, and burned the stone slab red with his hot feet.

On both sides of the fan-shaped slate, there were people of the tribe holding long spines, staring at the sneering slices of meat on the slate, smelling the fragrance that was close at hand, and their stomachs gurgling.

Luo encouraged his mental power to pull a loin through the air, and under the gaze of many people of the tribe, it was separated into pieces of thin meat of the same size in a matter of seconds, and every operation could cause a commotion.

Around, sitting or standing, on walls, walls, and even on people's shoulders, people from tribe to tribe formed a standard queue of onlookers.

There was a clan-by-tribe figure on the outermost side who was relatively short, and the commanding heights near him had been preempted, so he could only rub around the edge of the line, wanting to catch a glimpse of the magical abilities.

The patriarch quietly came behind the man, reached out and patted the man's shoulder gently.

The man impatiently patted the patriarch's hand away, and continued to probe his brain, trying to see something through the gap in the crowd.

The patriarch looked at his hand that had been slapped back, and reached over to pat it again.

The man turned around in displeasure, and saw that the patriarch was staring at him silently, and suddenly opened his mouth and was silent.

"It's very lively, what's going on inside?" the patriarch's smile was covered by a lush beard.

The man's eyelids blinked, and he suddenly let out an incredible cry.

"The patriarch is awake!"

The sound of full lung capacity spread through the crowd at the speed of light, causing a large shocking reaction.

"What? The patriarch actually woke up?"

"Is it three days or five days early?

"you, don't curse the patriarch. ”

The noise was loud, all because it was too unscientific for the patriarch to wake up early.

Looking at the terrifying reaction of the clansmen, the patriarch squinted his eyes and looked extremely calm.

"Done?"

The patriarch looked at the man who screamed.

The clansman smiled awkwardly and said, "It's over." ”

"Hmm. The patriarch nodded and said lightly, "Can you answer my question?"

"That..."The clansman scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "I don't know very well. ”

The patriarch sighed lightly, raised his bone crutch and knocked on the ground, and said, "Then don't you get out of the way?"

The clansmen hurriedly got out of the way as if they had been amnestied, and his actions provoked a chain reaction, and the crowd that surrounded them automatically moved out of the way, so that the patriarch could see Luo who was busy at once.

Bisgi and Dongba were there, and Bruna was hunched on Bisgi's shoulder, and they noticed the obvious commotion, but could not understand what the people were saying, and then they saw a dying old man on crutches come slowly after the crowd got out of the way.

The eyes of the members of the clan were full of respect when they looked at the old man, and even if they didn't look at this, they could tell that the old man was the patriarch.

The patriarch first looked at Bisiji and Dongba, who were sitting on the ground, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at Luo, who was using telekinesis to assist in the barbecue, and his expression became shocked.

The long-sealed memory has been lifted into the corner.

Finally, he noticed Bruna on Bisgi's shoulder again, and fell into complete silence.

Luo also noticed the arrival of the patriarch, but he was not distracted and always paid attention to the fire, after all, opening twenty stone slabs in a row required a high degree of concentration.

The aroma gradually rises, attracting everyone to indulge in it.

Luo's barbecue opened a door in their world of taste.

The patriarch's round nose twitched, and he let out a low moan like a mosquito.

It's going to be a super particular barbecue.

He thought so, and paced, his long hair dragging for several meters on the ground.

The creepers lying on the ground struggled to keep feverish, and they were the closest and coveted the most.

After about five minutes, the barbecue was ready, Luo Yang waved his hand and volleyed the grilled meat slices around, but saw that one by one the people grabbed the hot meat slices with their bare hands and stuffed them into their mouths very calmly.

Luo deliberately left a bowl and handed it to the patriarch.

Not far away, Bruna heard the wind and slowly floated towards Luo and the patriarch, she knew what she should do in a while.

The patriarch glanced at the hot barbecue in the bowl, and his intestines gradually sounded, but he didn't stretch out his hand, his eyes moved to Luo, and he sighed: "I haven't seen outsiders for a long time." ”

The language he spoke, which Law understood, was an ancient lingua franca that had not yet been perfected, and was sufficient for communication.

The word outsider, spoken from the mouth of the patriarch, represents the identity from the outside world.

Luo was stunned, and when he was about to say something, he only heard the patriarch continue: "You guys, it's very strange. ”

At this time, Bruna landed on Luo's shoulder, and she didn't know that Luo and the patriarch didn't need her tentacles to communicate.