Geng Xiaofan saw that everyone was happy, smiled slightly, and commanded Lao Wu to start the barbecue.

In this world, there are really only beautiful women and delicacies that cannot be disappointed!

After a while, everyone had a good mouth, sat together, sang and danced, and drank happily!

"Who!"

Everyone was having fun, and a family member saw a dark shadow moving in the distance!

Everyone put down the food and wine in their hands and grabbed their weapons.

"Help!" The shadow let out a desolate wail.

The two housekeepers stepped forward quickly, and soon returned with an old woman.

The old woman came to the bonfire, knelt down with a "plop", and kept kowtowing to Geng Xiaofan.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Geng Xiaofan was startled, and looked at the direction where the old woman came, it should be the Hun camp that he visited just now.

"Please save my grandson!" The old woman knelt down, but looked up at Geng Xiaofan.

"You're Han!" Geng Xiaofan looked at the old woman carefully, and he still recognized it, although this woman was a Hufu, but her face should be Han.

"The old slave Wang Bai, who was a merchant with her husband in her early years, unfortunately encountered robbers, but fortunately was taken in by the patriarch of Feiluo and stayed in his tribe." The old woman was afraid that Geng Xiaofan would misunderstand, so she quickly introduced herself.

"Old man, you get up first." Geng Xiaofan stepped forward to support the old woman and asked her to sit down beside her, and Liu Fei'er hurriedly served a bowl of hot milk tea.

It seems that the old woman is going to tell them a "story".

Wang Baishi kept thanking, trembling his hands, and drank the milk tea.

"Patriarch Fei Luo has always taken good care of our grandchildren, but now they are going to burn my grandson!" Wang Bai's words suddenly changed, and Liu Fei'er was frightened and exclaimed!

"What the hell is going on? Why? Geng Xiaofan knew that the matter was serious, and went to visit the patriarch before dinner, they prepared such a big bonfire, it seems that it is not a party, but a big burning of people!

"Because, they say, my grandson is a plague star, and he has brought plague to the tribe! Only by burning my grandson to death can the disease be eradicated. ”

"Plague? Do a lot of people get sick there? Geng Xiaofan frowned.

"There are a lot of sick people, and several have died." Wang Bai wiped away tears.

"Then why did they only burn your grandson? Just because you're Han? Geng Xiaofan roughly understood, it seems that the ethnic gap really cannot be eliminated in a while.

"Not exactly, but also because my grandson was one of the first people to get sick." Wang Bai couldn't help but cry again.

"How do you want me to help you?" Geng Xiaofan basically understood at this time, he went to visit the Fei Luo patriarch, and was seen by this Wang Bai clan, she saw the Han people, and felt hope.

"I see that my son is dressed up, he must not be an ordinary person, I beg you to go and meet the patriarch of Feiluo, and tell him that my grandson is really not a disaster, and they will not burn my grandson to death, and it will not work!" Woooooo ”

"What's your grandson's name?" Geng Xiaofan couldn't ignore it, he stood up.

"Wang Xiaohou." When the old woman saw him get up, and knew that he was going to help, she was excited to kneel down again.

"Little monkey? It's a monkey! "Geng Xiaofan is happy, and there is this name. But at this time, it would be good for the common people to have a name.

"Fei'er, you wait, I'll take a look." Geng Xiaofan ordered four family members to join him.

"Brother Xiaofan, tell the patriarch well, don't be too troublesome." Liu Fei'er knew that it was a little inconvenient for her to follow her so late, but she still didn't feel at ease with Brother Xiaofan.

"I see." Geng Xiaofan led a few people and strode towards the Hun camp.

Next to the bonfire of the Huns, a sorcerer with a face painted with oil paint, chanting words in his mouth, jumping around the bonfire like a dancing god, and other Huns cooperated from time to time, roaring a few times.

"That's the Patriarch of Feiluo!" Geng Xiaofan made a brief observation and saw a "majestic" Hun sitting on a chair not far away.

"Where's the little monkey?" Geng Xiaofan didn't see the sacrifice to be "sacrificed".

"Where!" The old woman shook her hand and pointed to the tall pyre.

"Ahh Geng Xiaofan was startled, he searched in the crowd for a long time, but did not find any "suspicious" Han people, but he didn't expect that he had been tied to a high pyre.

The little monkey was tied up with ropes and shivered as he lay on the pyre.

Just as he was about to negotiate with the patriarch first, the dancing wizard seemed to finish his procedure, facing the campfire, his hands raised high, looking up at the sky, and muttering a few words of prayer aloud. Grab the torches next to the campfire and go to the pyre!

"Wait!" Geng Xiaofan couldn't stand it anymore and strode in.

"Who are you! Are you going to offend the Almighty God? The wizard was interrupted, a little unhappy, and turned his head to look at him viciously.

"You burned people to death like this, and there is no royal law?" Geng Xiaofan is righteous and stern, such a barbaric sacrifice is really hateful!

"He's not a man, he's a demon, he's a disease that brings us calamity!" The wizard spoke sternly and glanced for a week.

Several Huns had already surrounded them, and the four family members led by Geng Xiaofan also quickly drew their long knives and guarded them vigilantly.

"What's going on!" Patriarch Feiluo finally couldn't sit still anymore and walked over.

"This Han man, he wants to stop us from sacrificing!" The wizard loudly announced that the surrounding Huns were no longer calm, although they were afraid of the long knives of a few people and did not step forward, but they were also passionate.

"You're the Patriarch of Feiluo, so you have to be reasonable in everything. Why do you say that the little monkey is sick? He wasn't alone. "Geng Xiaofan wants to reason with this group of Huns.

"Before they came, we were safe, and when he came, there was a plague, and he was not sick!" Patriarch Fei Luo seems to have a reason.

"They've been here for a few years, why do they say he's sick now? What about those who got sick with him? Why isn't it a disease? I think you have a demon in your heart! Geng Xiaofan argued with reason.

"You are an outsider, don't be nosy!" Fei Luo seemed to be a little flustered. In the evening, my subordinates reported that there was a passing Han caravan that was going to spend the night tonight, and they had brought gifts to visit. He felt that these people were not bad, but who knew that they would take care of their own business!

"I don't bother to care about your Huns. So since you say that he is sick, I will take him away. Anyway, he is a Han Chinese, and if you burn the disease of the Han people, you may not be able to solve the disease of the Huns. If you find another Hun disease to burn, it is estimated that the effect will be better! Geng Xiaofan twisted the Huns around like a tongue twister.

"You!" Fei Luo was speechless by Geng Xiaofan's words. It is not impossible to let this sick Han man leave. But if you take another sick Hun and burn it, you will have to burn his own son!

"What? Reluctant? Geng Xiaofan seemed to see something from Fei Luo's expression, and he was a little proud.