The hook's words contain a great amount of information, and of course, this also intrigues me enough.

First of all, it looks like a stone house, and there are several of them, which means that the person who lived in it was probably not one;

Secondly, if this ancient tree, which has been tempered for thousands of years, is indeed deliberately planted here, as the hook says, then it means that this small tribe has lived here for thousands of years, but I don't understand why I have never met them on this desert island in the previous years.

Thirdly, and most importantly, the lump of poop that has just been found in this tight woodland means that there are still people living here, and the self-firing crossbow trap is likely to have been installed here by these people.

I took a full five hundred steps back, and then looked closely at the whole terrain, and the huge trees that looked like rings of fortifications were tightly grouped, and the traces of artificial planting were particularly prominent, but I had not paid attention to it before.

Frankly, it resembles my gentle slope, with the same low hills to the north and the same tree walls, and I even wonder more and more whether the stone house is similar to the modern roof ridge I can imagine.

I drew possible curves on the board, but they were erased by myself;

I had to go to the center of the jungle, there was no doubt about it, all I had to think about was how to go with a few people to maximize the safety factor.

The tiger girl leaned over and followed me, and the huntress hook tried to get ahead of me several times, but I whispered back.

When it comes to discerning prey, they are all connoisseurs;

But when it comes to how to identify traps, here, I'm anyone's grandfather.

Again and again clenched their fists, and again and again they got up, and the whole team slowed down in such a rhythm for an hour, and the distance was only 30 meters.

As for the traps, I only demolished one.

It was a set of extremely crudely designed traps, or rather, they were not traps at all, but just a rope tied to the trunk of a tree, and a stone weighing a few pounds hung from the other end, and the slightest touch would cause the stone to fall to the ground, and at the same time, two sharp cones would pounce out of the dense woods, and the fate of any creature standing in the middle could be imagined.

I realized that I had chosen the wrong path, or rather, there was a cleaner route, because it was a disgusting place with feces and a foul smell.

It wasn't until there was a distance of fifty meters through the dense forest wall that the stone houses mentioned by the hook were truly revealed a hundred meters in front of him.

Honestly, the design of this shelter far exceeds anything I've done on the gentle slopes.

"The tall forest wall", "the downward slope", "the sound of the murmuring stream in the ears", everything is so natural, it is like a naturally formed slaughterhouse, an excellent defensive camp;

"How long will it take you to rush to that stone house on the far left?" , I beckoned to the tiger girl behind me.

And she was not the only one who stepped forward at the same time as Huya, but also the hook and all the seven or eight white robes that remained.

Each of their faces is coated in a thick layer of black mud, resembling primitive orangutans.

"Sixty steps, this slope is a bit big, and besides, how can it be so steep?" , Tiger Ya said as she crouched beside me.

I didn't answer her, because I was hesitating about the steep slope that smelled of death.

"What are you waiting for?" , Huya asked in a low voice.

"I... At.. Wait.. Sky.. Black", I paused word by word, and my voice was so low that I struggled to sound it myself.

Huya looked up at the sky, after all, this is under the steep slope, and there is no dense forest to cover it: "But it's still very early before dark", there was a slight doubt in her tone.

"Then I don't want to rush up and be shot into a hedgehog by a crossbow arrow now", I don't know if she understands what a hedgehog is, but looking at the frowning appearance of the tiger girl, it seems that she has never seen it.

We were silent, the sound of the stream was very close, as if it were behind the stone houses, and I sighed at such an ingenious design, if combined with the shape of the dense forest wall and the stone houses, I even began to suspect that it was probably inhabited by people from the same society as me, but who had suffered the same bad luck and drifted here.

I don't know how long it took for this kind of latent observation, but I only knew that the urine floated down my trouser tube twice, and I lay on the cold ground as if I could lose consciousness at any moment;

The others except me, including the two women, were also lying on their stomachs and motionless, and I could see very clearly that the ground under the tiger's waist was wet.

The light on the gentle slope faded, and the night slowly hit every inch of the lawn.

No sooner had my hand lifted slightly, and before I could even make a movement, there was a sound around me, and the tiger girl rushed out with two men bent over, so fast that I felt as if the tigress had been mustering up strength for four hours, just to stab every creature she could see with the wooden spear in her hand.

If the tiger girl who chases the balls or those white-robed tigers on weekdays is like a live cheetah that is as dexterous as electricity, now she is more like a female rhinoceros who will crush everything!

Before I had ever seen a man charge with a spear in one hand, and with the other out of nowhere, a stick the thickness of his wrist, I could clearly see her foot kick a short trunk across the road to the ends, and she felt nothing of it.

"Try to catch it alive", I shouted softly, but who could hear it?

The second one who rushed out was the hook, and when the woman stood up, combined with her black face, it was clearly a black panther with a straight head, a single bow had been grasped in her hand, but a spear was in her mouth, it was hard to imagine that her mouth could be so wide open, and her teeth had such a strong bite.

Third ..... I can't name it, but it was the white-robed boy who had climbed the thick tree without success, even though he almost tripped as he jumped up the steep slope, hindering the view of the brave climb.

I wanted to be the fourth, but I was forced to put my body on the wet land where I had urinated, and the person who pressed me was also a white robe, and I didn't even have time to give him a nickname.

And the fifth...... is a group, in my opinion, although they are not as good as the previous "dragons", but they are definitely worthy of the "living tigers".

But in the night, when I climbed a sharp slope of nearly 20 degrees and panted to catch up with Huya, I found that the four people in front of me were all in the same place.

Yes, they were in a daze, at something pitch-black.

"Spread out, kick open every stone house, don't care if there's anyone inside, release the arrows first," I whispered to Huya.

"It's done, no one," the hook moved to my side and whispered.

To my surprise, the others were still standing still, their eyes seemed to be fixed on something strange.

"What's wrong?" , I squeezed a gap and looked:

It was a stone tablet, a stone tablet that had been half-buried at the waist, and it stood like a spiritual seat in the middle of several stone houses.

But these are not my concerns, to my great surprise, there are still characters on the stele, which are Chinese characters, "Ge Linqing's Tomb".

It would be nonsense to say that just a tombstone, or five Chinese characters engraved on it, made my scalp blow and fall to my knees, but I did fall to my knees a moment later under the gaze of a dozen eyes, numb, my fingers trembling uncontrollably, and my scalp was ready to release my soul as if it were cracking.

Because, "Ge Linqing", that is my grandmother's name, a name that only exists in my vague memory when I was a child.