Like many previous nights, because of the hurried hurry, Song Yong and his party, who missed the stay, stopped at more than nine o'clock in the evening and continued to advance.

Then, on the premise that there is really no cave shelter.

In the surrounding area, the team found a leeward and sunny open space with a nearby water source, and began another temporary camp.

Specifically, a large bonfire was raised in the clearing.

Then, the leader of the guards, arranged a group of old men to have at least four people in a shift, and took turns to carry out the vigil.

The rest of the people are the prey that they hunt during the day, and they hastily fill up the alone.

With the repair tools they brought, they began to maintain and repair their precious mount and load bike.

For example, brushing the chain with a little waste engine oil and repairing the inner tube that was punctured in the previous time can keep the precious bike in the best condition at all times.

When that's all done, it's eleven o'clock in the evening.

The members of the team who did not have to carry out the vigil would lie down on the edge of the campfire in turn, wrapped in a thick animal skin, and began to hurry up and rest.

Because tomorrow morning, they need to get up.

After breakfast as soon as possible, there will be a long ride that lasts at least twelve hours.

The difference is that when you use hot water in an iron pot, wash up well, and even soak yourself comfortably in the soles of your feet.

Song Yong, who was about to go to bed, saw the girl Sang Yu, and walked over to him with a solemn face.

After all, today is the twenty-first night of their departure from the Gray Rabbit Tribe......

"Brother Yong!"

Far away, the girl learned from the people of the Gray Rabbit tribe, and screamed so affectionately.

The more than two months that she stayed in the Gray Rabbit tribe before, as well as the twenty or so days of setting off together, made Sang Yu have a strong sense of identity with the Gray Rabbit tribe.

After all, good food, nice clothes and accessories.

These are definitely rare enjoyments in the primitive era, and for a girl of this age, it is something that cannot be resisted at all.

And in the face of the greeting of this young guide, Song Yong, who was wearing stinky socks for some days, was painfully put back again.

After hearing this, he looked at the other party and asked rhetorically:

"Something?"

Don't say it, the girl is really in trouble, it's still a more important thing.

Sang Yu said to Song Yong with a sentence, which made his expression solemn and replied:

"Brother Yong, tomorrow we will have half a day, and we will be able to reach the Black Dragon Ridge Mountain Range, and after we cross the Black Dragon Ridge, we will officially enter the Central Plains region, so, Brother Yong, have you decided?"

The so-called decision?

It is a thing that Song Yong has always been hesitating and has not been able to make up his mind for a long time.

That is, in the information provided by Sang Yu before, as long as they passed the Black Dragon Ridge, there were two routes to the Shrew tribe in the Cangshui Valley.

These two routes have their own advantages and disadvantages, waiting for Song Yong to choose one.

The first route will pass through many large and small tribes, and the road will be smoother in comparison because there are many more people stampeding.

It is not only convenient for Song Yong to ride his bicycle, but also the shortest distance.

Unfortunately, the tribes and tribes around the route are currently trembling under the threat of the shrewd.

All kinds of battles happen from time to time, and at some point, they will affect Song Yong and his party who are passing by.

In addition, there is also a great chance that Song Yong and the others will bump into the Shrew Tribe, those slave catchers who are going around crazy activities.

If you don't do it well, you will have an unnecessary battle with it, which Song Yong really doesn't want to see.

The second route is to make a big bend after crossing the Heilongling Mountains and advance through an area with a dense water network.

This way, there is a good chance of avoiding the Shrew Tribe's slave trappers.

But invisibly, it will double the distance, and the need to cross the river from time to time will make the team spend more time.

The choice of the two routes is good and thoughtful.

Therefore, after setting off for such a long time, Song Yong, as the supreme commander, still hasn't decided which route he should take?

However, this matter has dragged on until now, and it is obvious that it cannot continue to drag on, and a choice must be made immediately.

For this reason, Song Yong habitually lit a cigarette and began to sit in front of the fire and think.

There was such a decision, which was also something that the rest of the team had been thinking about all along, so they all gave up their plans to sleep after hearing the conversation between Brother Yong and Sang Yu.

Silently waiting for their Brother Yong to make such a crucial decision.

After a long time, based on the reason that this trip to the Central Plains was not too abundant in terms of time, Song Yong made a decision in his heart.

He said to the crowd, "All right, let's take the nearest road." ”

"If I encounter the slave catchers of the Shrew tribe on the way, then everyone will ride them up and get rid of them by pedaling their bicycles, and I will not be tired of the grandchildren. ”

Then, after putting down their minds, they soon fell asleep because of the fatigue of the day.

The white animal skin from the top fierce beast saber-toothed tiger can be said to be large and thick, and it can completely wrap Song Yong and Gardenia.

In addition, there is a blazing bonfire, and Song Yong, who has worked hard all day, sleeps very sweetly with the fragrant gardenia in his arms.

It's just that he didn't realize that when he was asleep, at the critical position of the dantian in his body, the fire of the Lieshan tribe, which had been honest for several days, began to behave again.

It seemed to feel something, and suddenly it began to beat at a strange frequency.

And under such a beat, Song Yong, who had not dreamed, began to have a strange dream.

It was his soul, as if it had been detached from his body at once, and then it rose straight up from the makeshift camp where he was sheltering.

In such a process, the entire camp was full of sleeping people.

Even the few toothless people who were holding vigil in the midst of vigil did not even notice it.

Song Yong didn't bother Wuya and the others, not because he didn't want to do it, but because his soul didn't stay long over the camp.

Then, under an inexplicable summons, he flew towards the north.

The speed of the soul flight was amazing, but in a very short time, a huge mountain range appeared in front of Song Yong's eyes.

While seeing the mountain range, Song Yong had a realization in his heart: this is the boundary line that separates Lei Yeze from the Central Plains, the Black Dragon Ridge Mountain Range.

The problem is that when Song Yong's soul came to the sky above the Black Dragon Ridge in an instant, it did not continue to move forward.

Instead, they descended into the woods and descended to the edge of a large white rock at least a few people high.

Then, he plunged headlong into the forest behind the white rocks, and then began to move rapidly along the long mountain range in the direction of the south.

I don't know how far it flew, whether it was a thousand miles or two thousand miles?

In the originally lush mountain forest, there is a trail that is clearly trodden by people.

The trail quickly retreated in front of Song Yong's eyes, and in such a process, Song Yong could find that there were hidden small tribes from time to time.

Then he flew by himself, far behind.

In the end, when Song Yong's flying soul should have entered the remaining veins of the Black Dragon Ridge Mountain Range, an absolutely super-large tribe magically appeared in front of Song Yong's eyes.

At this time, Song Yong's soul hovered above the tribe.

Like a god, Song Yong, who silently looked down at the camp, could see unusually clearly that in the middle of the tribe, a ceremony was being held.

Tens of thousands of onlookers, dozens of prey, and even a group of cleaned girls were taken as sacrifices.

The above alone can make Song Yong sure that this is a top-level grand sacrificial ceremony in the primitive era.

Just when Song Yong was curious about what the purpose of this ceremony was, and why he appeared here.

The old witch who presided over the ceremony had already knelt on the ground with tens of thousands of people reverently, and kept calling out a few words in his mouth:

"Prophestic Sage, please save us. ”

At this time, Song Yong, who was covered in sweat, woke up without warning.