Under the eyes of the patriarch, Yang Qingnan walked out of the tribe's gate, and then, led by a Sak warrior, he came to the foothills on the west side of the island, where the altar was said to be built halfway up the mountain.

He and the man leading the way up the hill were up a long, improvised stone path lined with low, sparse trees, and no birds flew by. Above the altar was almost a pile of rubble, and now there were boulders blocking the entrance, so it was more like a pile of rubble.

The other two Sak men were already waiting for him, their faces had been clouded until a while.

"It seems that you haven't repaired it much, I don't know if it's collapsed." Yang Qingnan inadvertently spit out a sentence.

"We used to come here a few times a year, but lately we have come very rarely." A darker-faced Sark responded, his eyes fixed on the altar.

"Why is that?"

No one answered, as if Yang Qingnan had asked a very brainless question. He saw through the mystery at a glance, and it wasn't because he was lazy!

The surrounding rubble has been cleaned up, but only one boulder that occupies the road is hard and heavy, and it cannot be removed or broken, which is a troublesome existence. Yang Qingnan peeked through the crack in the stone, the altar did not have much space, fortunately it did not collapse, but it was not far from the collapse.

And he also saw that there were several black snakes on the ground that were rampant, eager to dance. So he consulted the others, and the boulder could not be moved, but there was a way to get in.

"There are snakes in it, you ......"

Before he finished speaking, everyone shook their heads, and some people advised him to be careful and take out the stone paintings of the ancestors.

This group of people didn't plan to help themselves, Yang Qingnan closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, and decided to do it alone. He carved a small hole by striking a large stone against a small stone, expected to reach the width of his chest.

It was barely possible to get into it alone, and it would be much easier to imagine that he was a fish, Yang Qingnan was so top-heavy that he almost fell to the ground. He half-crouched and gasped for breath, checking the inside.

Ordinary snakes do not take the initiative to attack people, and the black snake in this hole belongs to the more fearful type, as soon as you notice someone coming, you will immediately find a place to drill. Before, Yang Qingnan was worried about whether they would suddenly attack, but it seemed that he was more dangerous than these snakes.

Although it is an altar, it is actually no different from the caves that dot the mountains, except for a few shoddy handicrafts and a painting embedded in a stone wall.

"Huh?" His gaze slowly focused on the altar in front of the stone wall, and on top of the copper plate, there was a piece of blue-green jasper in the shape of a cobblestone. Surprisingly, it is out of step with the existing environment and exudes a strange and mysterious brilliance.

Yang Qingnan didn't think about putting it directly into his trouser pocket, and then pulled the entire stone slab painting off the wall. When he went out, he handed the painting out and then drilled out of the hole.

Seeing that the ancestral photos were back in their hands, the Sarks were grateful and very nostalgic. The painting records their nomadic life in the north.

Yang Qingnan can more or less see that this exquisite stone slate painting is by no means hand-drawn, it should be transferred to the slate with a photo, so it belongs to a more advanced modern product.

"Just ask, do you have the habit of offering jade?"

"Jade? Is it that kind of beautiful stone? The person who answered was stunned for a moment, and then said affirmatively, "No, why do we want to worship stones?" ”

He only asked out of kindness, since it wasn't theirs, then nine times out of ten it was Quirrell. Yang Qingnan hid this secret deep in his trouser pocket and followed his people down the mountain.

After returning to the tribe, Yang Qingnan didn't say a word about the gem, and prepared to leave after packing his luggage. Due to the long distance, in order to solve the food problem, Merk specially gave him two compressed biscuits and some dried meat, and it was also necessary to bring a kettle.

The guide is a bold female warrior who is highly loved by the community. But she was only responsible for bringing Yang Qingnan to the suspension bridge built by the Quirrells, and she would not have crossed the other side of the bridge anyway.

Yang Qingnan thanked the female warriors, and he understood that the Sarks were usually self-sufficient, except for maintaining very few transactions with the Quirrells. You must know that the people who grew up on the green grassland are very strong and independent.

However, when Yang Qingnan came to the scene, she found that there was a reason why she didn't go over, and this suspension bridge was indeed a bit problematic.

Not to mention that the iron cables of the link are rusty, and many parts are covered with moss and slippery to the touch. Most of the planks have changed color and even show signs of drying and cracking. After years of wind and rain, it has tenaciously maintained the original integrity of the bridge deck.

This suspension bridge is only more than ten meters long, which is not worth mentioning compared to the eighteen zhang abyss below.

The female warrior who had completed her mission had not yet left, she stared at the other side in a daze, but she could not take a step, and her eyes showed a look of jealousy and awe.

Yang Qingnan didn't ask, he calmly walked to the side of the bridge, and was just about to start, but found that the female warrior was also looking at him.

"By the way, can I know your name? Maybe I'll be back one day. Yang Qingnan couldn't help but ask.

"Ahir." Her expression finally softened, and she immediately urged, "Let's go, the bridge is stronger than you think." ”

Yang Qingnan nodded slightly, then turned around and stepped on the first bridge, at this time the whole bridge shook slightly, but the uneasiness under his feet did not make him flinch. The same was true for the second and third steps after this, and he could still feel the gaze cast by Ashel behind him, and each step made the bridge shake even more.

When he reached the center of the bridge, he felt relieved, even if there were thousands of crocodiles waiting for him under the bridge, he was not afraid, and this belief has always supported him to the end of the bridge.

Whew, it's no exaggeration to say that this is the most dangerous bridge he's ever walked, not one of them.

Yang Qingnan beckoned to the person on the other side, and she also raised her hand in response, and then, both sides turned around and left at the same moment.

She must have wanted to come over, but he didn't say anything.

It was the hottest time of the day, and Yang Qingnan regretted that he couldn't finish his lunch before leaving, so he could only gnaw on a few mouthfuls of dry food lonely, and eating fragrant wild boar meat seemed to be a distant thing.

In front of him was a dense wood, just enough to block out most of the sun's rays. There was nothing to be afraid of being alone, because he had long since become accustomed to being alone.

A human-trodden path stretched out of the grove, which was reassuring enough for him, at least not to run around like a headless fly.

Elf-like white mushrooms sprouted from their feet, white as if they would glow on their own. Arisnan, who was in a state of desperation, casually picked one of the roadsides, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, and a faint sweetness swept over.

Not far away, a clear stream bubbled by, intersecting the path and flowing farther east. Although he wasn't very thirsty, Yang Qingnan still tried to take a few sips, and a cool breath instantly spread over his body.

It's no wonder that the greedy Quirrell didn't want to leave when they built a town here, because for them, the island was a paradise.

Thinking of this, Yang Qingnan quickened the pace of his feet, he was not stingy with this nameless island in the Pacific Ocean, he just wanted to return to the bustling metropolis as soon as possible, and find a serious job that he really liked.

Because, the longer he stays here, the deeper he sinks.