We had a busy morning, yes, in order to show our "might", I had the bald man kick each of the white-robed men in the ass to make the hungry slaves refresh, but it seemed to me that they did their best to straighten their backs, but when they were told that we were going to meet the Spiritbringer, the group hung their heads and retreated.

servile, they are accustomed to the fate of servitude that has been present since birth.

The breeze was blowing on his face, and the weather was as clear as a basin of clear water overhead, and even a cloud the size of a sesame seed was missing.

From the top of the mountain, within a glance, the old man with his back and four men with drummers and bone sticks on their backs stopped at the edge of the forest, shaking something like a mop in his hand, and his body sat on his horse without moving, and the four men behind him were also in good spirits, and they did not even turn their heads to look at us.

"What will happen if I kill this old man?" I looked at the five people on the edge of the forest in the distance and asked the bald man.

But who knew that the bald man did not reply for a long time, but looked at me with a strange eye, and only after a long time did he say, "Where did you come from?" ”。

He asked such a sentence coldly, but I was stunned, and the implication seemed to be, "You don't know the consequences?" ”。

When he saw that I ignored him, he continued, "Killing sorcerers will be cursed by the evil spirits, they have the power to control all the evil spirits, and then, hehe, even the ants passing by may crawl on you and bite you", the bald man looked at me with a wicked smile on his face.

"I've never seen anyone kill a sorcerer, and I've heard it's going to be like this, but you can try," he added, reaching out and handing me a wooden spear.

"Do you dare to come with me for this meeting?" I didn't take the wooden spear, and in fact he didn't give it sincerely, this grandson was just making fun of me.

"If I don't go, with this hilltop and your gentle slope, will there be a second person willing to go with you to find the Evil Witch?" He grinned as he spoke...... But I didn't know that the dumb man was holding a spear behind me at this time, and laughed at the bald man, obviously, the dumb man was the "second man".

The woodland in front of the gentle slope is not wide, and those who are familiar with it only need a few minutes to walk to the edge of the other end, so I still pulled up the Dan Dan companion to enrich the number of people, and instructed Yu Ball and Sichuan Meizi to stay by the side of the tiger girl's bed, and not to leave the gentle slope for half a step, in case there is a change, and on the top of the mountain, the bald man left the naked man with a dislocated arm to "take care of" the white-robed slave.

Seeing Dandan's legs trembling behind me, I was also a little nervous, but the bald man looked around from time to time with a relaxed wooden stick in his mouth, and in order to adjust this tense atmosphere, I even introduced the bald man and mute to the "mascot" that I built myself and could never move.

"Where are you from? You haven't told me yet", the bald man asked me on the way.

"He is Shanman, the messenger of the sun god, coming up from the sun", before I could speak, the Dan Dan behind him said to the bald man with a disgusted face.

Silent.......

"Hey, messenger of the sun god, can you show me that thing that can summon thunder?" , The bald man said with a wicked smile, obviously, he didn't believe in any sun god, just like he didn't believe in the vine god of the demon tribe at all, perhaps, this is the reason why Huya and Dandan are full of disgust with him.

I stopped abruptly, glanced at him with a blank face, and said, "I hope this is the last time I'll hear you mention this," in a tone more like a warning.

After a while, the light in the forest grew brighter, and the old man with a gaunt figure gradually became clear before our eyes, he was indeed dressed in black, but it was not clothes, but more like countless feathers stuck in his body.

The old man had a pair of eyes as sharp as a falcon, with high cheekbones, but his cheeks were extremely thin, as if they had been carved out by a knife.

His horse was also very strange, or rather, I shouldn't have called the creature a horse, and although they looked like each other, there was a "little finger" on each of his hooves, as if split from the horse's hoof, completely alone from the horse's hooves, and its mane was very short, and the tail was not as fluffy as I had seen, but more like a whole "tail".

"Are there any taboos for this kind of negotiation meeting between your tribes?" , I asked the bald man.

"I don't know, the people who know about this are already dead? Why don't you try spitting at him? The bald man didn't seem to pay any attention to my warning to him just now, and talked to me as if nothing happened.

The sunlight was a little dazzling, and we walked out of the woodland without saying a word and looked at five people ten meters away, well, four people, and the old man never opened his eyes.

"Knock knock ......", a very rhythmic drum beat broke the confrontation atmosphere, and then, several evil men threw away the bone hammer in their hands one by one, and actually danced with their bare butts grinning at me less than ten meters away, and the dance was accompanied by the beating of their hands on the drum, no matter how it looked, it looked like a war dance, and it was definitely not a welcome guest.

This is obviously to give a dismount and then bully people, I muttered in my heart, and without hesitation, there was a loud "bang", and two naked evil men fell to the ground in response, with several more lead bullet holes in their bodies.

I never thought that this negotiation would start in such a violent way, and of course, the three behind me obviously did not expect that I would do so, and the balls turned around and were about to run into the woods, but they were hugged alive by the mute, and the bald man, who had always been hippie and smiling, also frowned.

I don't believe in any nonsense curse trick like "revenge of all spirits", in fact, if they really had the ability, they would not have thrown thirty or forty corpses on the mountain road on the east coast for no reason, and against such barbarians, force is the only language they understand.

The Evil Man screamed to check on his companions on the ground, and the horse rose to its feet with a neighing and panic, and it took a long time to calm down, and the old man slowly opened his eyes from the horse.

He shook the mop with his left hand to whisk the dust, drew a circle with his right arm in front of him, and knocked it on his chest, a gesture that I don't need to translate baldly, it was obviously just a greeting etiquette, so I followed his example and bent his right arm and patted it on his left chest (many years later, every time I think back to this action I did, I feel like a special idiot).

He frowned at my actions, and suddenly said in a sharp voice, "Humble slaves, surrender the warriors of the Evil Spirits", his voice was extremely thin, disgustingly thin, and not only that, but it also had a trilling effect that gave me goosebumps, but to my surprise, he did not speak the language of the Spirits, but spoke the native language that I had heard.

"Bang", another gunshot rang out, and another evil man behind the old man who was standing there glaring at me fell to the ground and convulsed, and at this time, I was facing the old man with a long-barreled bird gun that still emitted white smoke.

"If you don't want to die, talk to me!" , I said gloomily to the black-skinned old man on the horse.