The north wind howled from afar, with a bitter chill.

Everything trembled, and the bare branches whimpered helplessly, but they still escaped the clutches of the tribe's cold wind.

The weather suddenly became cold, but the house was not completely built, and Long Legs and the others could only brave the cold and endure the pain of knife cuts, and continue to fight, striving to build the house they lived in as soon as possible.

That way, all of them would be freezing.

The cold wind blows on the face and hands, and the skin of the frozen person hurts, and if this trend continues, it will not be long before the exposed skin will be cut by the cold wind.

It was under such circumstances that the long-legged group of people who had already forgotten the Teng Snake tribe remembered that tribe again.

I remembered the witch who had already turned to ashes, and after a month or two of being brewed in a dung pit, he was brought up to the ground again.

At this time of the year, the witch had almost begun to pray to the gods for that white thing.

Now that the witch is dead, and that magical white thing is gone, I'm afraid this winter will be a little difficult.

Long-legged people thought like this, but there was no way, all they could do was to speed up their work as soon as possible, and finish the house earlier, so that they would be less affected by the cold, and their hands and faces would be less cut by the wind.

"Come here!"

Just as they bowed their heads as if they were real, ready to resist the cold wind with patience, a few people walked out of the courtyard.

The man at the head of the group, carrying a clay pot in his hand, came over and greeted the long-legged men.

After a month or two, after the cramming of professors from the Qingque tribe, these slaves were able to understand some simple Mandarin and speak some of it.

Long Legs touched his head with some curiosity, not knowing what he was going to do.

It doesn't seem to be time to eat yet, and I brought a clay pot, which is not enough for people to eat.

Curious and puzzled, Longlegs and the rest of the people stopped what they were doing and gathered around as they said.

"Hiss~!"

After seeing the contents of the jar clearly, people, including Long Legs, couldn't help but take a breath, and the whole person became extremely shocked.

This tribe actually has this white thing?

And to bring up so many at once?

This kind of impact, for the long-legged people, is even no less than the news of Wu's death when they first learned of it.

In their consciousness, this kind of thing is extremely precious and mysterious, because it is a gift from the gods!

Every year after praying to the gods, the witch would become extremely tired and would take a day or two to recover.

This kind of thing is extremely precious in their tribe, and when they go out, only the leader can carry it and keep it, and it is still the kind that is rare and extremely precious.

And now, this kind of thing, which they thought was unique to the Teng Snake tribe and would never be seen again, actually appeared in front of them like this.

And there are so many at once!

And the person carrying it was not the leader of the tribe, but a very ordinary person.

The gods don't give too much of such a precious thing, right?

Shouldn't such precious things be treated with care and extreme gratitude?

How does this ......?

Looking at the people who put the jar down, reached out and dug up a ball of precious things very casually, rubbed it with their hands, and smeared it on their faces to show them, Long Legs and the others were all stunned.

Too extravagant, too wasteful!

Such a precious thing, even the leader of the original tribe was reluctant to dig up so much at once.

And the person in front of him, who was ordinary in the tribe, actually dug up so many at once, and he didn't blink his eyes.

After the bottle was demonstrated, he saw that these people were all stunned when they looked at him, thinking that they didn't understand, so after thinking for a while, he reached out and dug out some more, and continued to repeat the previous action to demonstrate to them.

The eyes of the long-legged others widened, it was too extravagant!

"Come here, wipe it."

After the bottle was demonstrated, I saw that these people became more stupid, and after thinking about it, they still didn't continue to demonstrate.

Instead, he stretched out his hand and pulled a man next to him, and with his greasy hand, he made some big oil and put it on the back of the man's hand, signaling him to follow his own example and apply it.

Long Legs suddenly reacted at this time, his original tribe had witches, and he could pray to the gods for blessings, and now this tribe also has witches.

Not only that, but there is also a god son who is one level higher than Wu.

In that case, it is not surprising that this tribe now has so many precious white things.

However, from the attitude towards these precious things, Long Legs can sense the huge gap between the witches of his original tribe and the gods of this tribe.

"Wipe it well, and when you're done, go to work, this thing is made from meat, and it's used to cook soup, and it's the most delicious......"

The bottle watched these slaves come forward and wipe their hands with big oil, and chanted out loud, regardless of whether they could understand it or not, anyway, he spoke quite freely.

After smearing the people with a lot of oil, the bottle left them, leaving behind a place of shocked people, among whom the most shocked was the crooked-nosed grassroots.

In terms of language, the grassroots seems to be very talented, similar to how quickly he mastered the language of the Teng Snake tribe, and during the period of time he came to the Qingque tribe, the grassroots Mandarin level was also much higher than that of the rest of the slaves.

The bottle muttered to himself, and the rest of the people didn't understand it, but the grassroots did.

This precious thing was not prayed to the gods, but made out of flesh?

He remembered some of the discoveries he had made from the clay pot at the beginning, combined with what the bottle had just said, and he felt that his whole body was in a daze.

What about the original witch praying to the gods?

Could it be that the original witch has been deceiving people all along?

"¥%Hurry up ......"

Someone saw that the grassroots had been standing there in a daze, not working, and shouted with some dissatisfaction, urging him to work faster.

The dazed grassroots told everyone what he had just heard from the bottle.

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence around them.

This... How is this possible!

How did the things given by the gods come out of the flesh?

But after remembering that every time the witch prayed to the gods, he would prepare a lot of meat for the gods, and that after the sacrifice, there would always be a smell of burnt meat in the caves, they had to believe this statement......

The people of the original Teng Snake tribe suddenly felt as if something had been broken, and the witch of the original tribe, the tall and mysterious image, collapsed in an instant.

It turns out that he is actually such a witch!

This is the voice of all the Teng Snake tribesmen after the shock.

In the white field where the dung had been covered in the distance, a small whirlwind suddenly appeared, and then it dissipated weakly.

I don't know if it's the witch of the Teng Snake tribe who has turned to ashes, after finding out that his old land has been revealed, he is angry and makes a final roar......