The night is picturesque and the autumn rain continues. In this heavy rain pouring in the dense forests of southern Xinjiang, the most leisurely are Mu Chen and Fei Yike.

A faint smoke drifted from the rain, mixed with a tempting smell, and drifted miles away.

About two miles away from the Qiqi tribe, Li Yusheng had already gathered the hundreds of tribal masters gathered at the gate of the tribe in the morning, and he was gnawing on the rough dry food at the moment.

The enticing smell of the mist makes the dry food in their hands taste like chewing wax. But I can't help but eat, after all, when the afternoon of rushing and running has not stopped, the consumption is indeed a bit large.

The smell wafted out about a mile or so away. According to common sense, there should not be much smell left after wafting out such a large distance, but hidden there is a group of guys with a strange sense of smell from the Hanqi tribe. They left in a hurry, and did not bring enough dry food like the poor tribe, and suddenly a burst of cooing sounded among these people.

As the initiator, Nie Shushu naturally didn't know the situation of these two groups of people, and was still cooking unknown soup very seriously.

"Sister Shushu, what kind of soup are you brewing, the taste is very tempting!" Mu Chen asked with a smile, but when he said this, the tips of his ears moved slightly, and the afterglow of his eyes looked at the direction of the two groups of people from the Qiqi tribe and the Hanqi tribe.

"This is a forest frog pot, which was caught by Lord Fei at the bottom of the waterhole below. This pot is made with pine nuts and snow fungus as the base soup, and four ingredients are put in it: mushrooms, star anise, bracken, and seaweed. Forest frog meat is the best of frog meat, according to my four chats and one soup simmered, the taste is even better, if it is not for the limited materials in this dense forest, the taste is the best if you use ninety-nine eighty-one materials!" Nie Shushu explained, holding a wooden spoon and stirring evenly in the pot.

Nie Shushu's voice was neither light nor slow, but it could be heard very clearly in the dense forests of southern Xinjiang at night.

With Nie Shushu's vivid explanation, the sound of gurgling in the dense forest followed.

"Hee-hee, Shushu, you're so bad. Fei Yike chewed on a piece of pastry and chuckled softly.

Nie Shushu smiled and said nothing, she heard clearly in the umbrella about the last two groups of people hanging from afar, when she was incarnated as a ghost before, the best thing was to play tricks on the living, although she is now a free soul, but she still can't avoid this habit of playing tricks on others.

"Okay, okay, don't go too far, if you let these people know that we have already noticed their tracking, how can we let them help us explore the way to the best corpse breeding site. Mu Chen looked at Fei Yike and Nie Shushu's tacit smiles, and immediately reminded him.

Nie Shushu spit out her small mouth, looking very cute, if it weren't for her dark and rough skin, this smile would definitely not be inferior to ordinary girls.

For some reason, Mu Chen suddenly asked, "Sister, have you heard of a way to change your ghost's face?"

When Nie Shushu on the side heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, what girl doesn't like to be beautiful.

"This seems to be something that only those guys in the Northwest of the Great Wilderness who deal with ghosts all day long have this method, you ask what this is about. Fei Yike asked puzzled.

It's just that after seeing Nie Shushu next to him, Fei Yike suddenly realized.

"Is it the Northwest Holy Sect again?" Mu Chen finally muttered to himself, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Childe, non-adult, the soup is ready......

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The soup Muchen and Fei Yike cooked by this forest frog drank for more than half an hour, and it seemed that a hundred years had passed for the people of the Qiqi tribe and the Hanqi tribe.

Finally, the tempting smell gradually dissipated as Mu Chen and Fei Yike's meat soup subsided.

After resting for about a stick of incense, Nie Shushu cleaned up the dishes and returned to the big oil umbrella sewn with patches. It didn't take long for Mu Chen and Fei Yike to get up and disappear into the dense forest.

The gluttonous tribe is also one of the four fierce tribes in ancient times, and the seventy-two tribes in today's southern Xinjiang are also quite top-notch existences. Compared with the strength of the Qiqi tribe.

However, in terms of reputation, the gluttonous tribe is far above the poor tribe. The gluttonous tribesmen are aggressive, often like to go around challenging masters who are almost the same as themselves, and often do not leave a backhand, and they are not light, and they are notorious in the entire southern Xinjiang. Coupled with the strength of the gluttonous tribe, most of these things are gone.

Therefore, for the gluttonous tribes, they always feel that they are the heads of the seventy-two tribes in southern Xinjiang. There is always a blind confidence in yourself.

The continuous heavy rain seems to have a slight decrease at this moment, but tonight's gluttonous tribe is not peaceful.

At the gate of the gluttonous tribe, more than a dozen figures appeared there.

Through the faint light of the torches in front of the clan's door, it can be seen that it is a middle-aged man who is at the head. The middle-aged man is very popular, wearing a brocade robe and a long robe, which is quite extraordinary. Behind him stood a white-clothed maid, holding a white oil umbrella for him.

On his right hand, there stood a big man three feet and two feet tall, the big man looked a little dull, and on his shoulder, sat a little girl about ten years old.

"Stop, who are you?, what is the matter with visiting my gluttonous tribe late at night?" the guard asked alertly, stepping forward.

"Uncle, didn't you say that the people of the gluttonous tribe are all brave and ruthless?

The guard was speechless for a while, looking at the little girl with some idiotic eyes, and complained in his heart: "Lao Tzu is not a fool, look at your outfit, most of them are big people from the three cities, and I want to fucking look at people if I want to do it!"

"Hey, what kind of eyes are you!" the little girl said with a glance at the guard's eyes, and suddenly became a little annoyed.

"Who are you, and why did you visit my gluttonous tribe late at night? If necessary, I will immediately report to the clan elders and ask them to decide. The guard ignored the little girl, but arched his hand and asked the middle-aged man who was the leader.

This guard is not blind, nor is he a fool, so he can naturally see at a glance that the leader is the middle-aged man, and this little girl is estimated to be the junior of the person who takes the lead, so why should he mess around with a little girl.

"You, why don't you answer my words! Seeing that you can guard the gate of the clan in the middle of the night, you must also be a master, Da Zhuang, and you have fought with him!" As soon as the little girl's voice fell, a handprint rose in her hand, and the dull eyes of the big man under her suddenly burst out with a fierce light, and she raised her hand and slapped towards the guard.

"Don't come here!" The middle-aged man didn't know when a spear appeared in his hand, and the tip of the spear was against the big man's big palm.

"Uncle!" cried out the little girl with dissatisfaction.

The middle-aged man didn't pay attention to the little girl, but just arched his hand at the guard, and said lightly: "In Lin Baiyuan, the next city, there is something important to see the nobleman, and I bother the little brother to go and report." ”