I have heard the name "Blood Clan" mentioned several times before, but I have never investigated the truth, only know that they are also a branch of the former Dali Clan.

But now it's obviously too late to let the bald man give me a make-up lesson, so I have to ask in a low voice with my throat: "What is the blood clan good at?"

Who knew that the bald man looked at me like a fool: "Lao Tzu and Hu Yabai have been with you for so many years." ”

"What do you mean?"

The bald man said disdainfully: "Why don't you want to think about how I know that there is a smell of flesh in my urine?" ”

I understood what the bald man was talking about, he wanted to tell me that he had also eaten human flesh, and asked, "Didn't you say that only the blood clan eats human flesh?" No wonder Dandan says you're a ghoul, you really eat everything. ”

The bald man was a little helpless, he hung his head, put his face on the ground and said, "The tribe where Huya and I used to be is the blood clan. ”

It dawned on me and asked, "Aren't you from the demon girl's tribe?" ”

"Do you know the general term, the collective term? I wondered how someone like you could be Shanna! ”

The bald man's complaint made me a little helpless: "Do you think Lao Tzu is willing?" Who the hell is it up there now? I heard that there was a Qi man in there. ”

The bald man was not surprised: "There is more than one Qi tribe, they colluded with the blood clan, let's go up and have a look later, Lao Tzu has to wash his head first, the smell of urine is too angry."

I covered my mouth and scolded: "You're not afraid of eating the dead, but you're still afraid of urine?" Besides, I've seen you drink it twice, and I peed on it for you once! ”

"That's different, drinking and smelling are two different things, Lao Tzu is a clean person!" , he said, leaning back in the direction of Qi Nu.

The bald man never complained to me, at least he didn't complain about me who I didn't know, who stayed in the tribe as anyone as he could, and who didn't use thunder to kill them, and allowed them to collude with foreigners.

I was blaming myself, but the bald man turned around and gently moved back for some reason and asked, "Who has seen the tattoo on Lao Tzu's back in the past few days?" ”

As I expected, this grandson was also pondering what I feared.

"I've seen it, I've seen it, I've seen it from the Hunters, and I've seen the three old women of the Qi tribe who I found for you, oh yes, and your daughter-in-law Erya."

I didn't mention anyone else, because I knew that there were other people who had seen the tattoo on his back, and those who had carved it with their own hands, but Tiger Ya was among them, and I didn't want to mention it, let alone mention this person in front of a bald man.

Except for Erya and the other two daughters of the hunter clan, the others died cleanly, and basically got rid of the suspicion of colluding with the blood clan.

If these people are put aside, then there are only four people from the Qi tribe who are left to suspect, in fact, three, because Qi Nu is now in our team, if it is really her who is helping Qi Wu's old immortal collusion with the foreign clan, she can make some noise just now.

If she did, we'd probably be roasted into the mouths of the Bloods by now.

The bald man closed his eyes when he heard this, and he didn't know if he was recalling the omission, or thinking about the same judgment as me, and only after a long time did he say, "You have counted five people less." ”

"Who?"

The bald man's face sank, and his eyes showed not doubt, but a kind of anger, but it was only a flash: "Huya and Dandan, as well as the other three people who also came out with me to find their way, have also seen this tattoo with their own eyes. ”

He stopped talking, and I saw a rare sense of frustration on his face, but I believe that he, like me, both desperately wanted that the person who divulged the secret would be the Qi tribe, and not be framed by someone in the woods, especially a woman.

When the bald man and I climbed out of the bushes again and climbed up the slope, I resolutely refused to let Erya and the other four follow, this was just a reconnaissance, and the number of people was useless.

And the route we chose is no longer the same way we were, for no other reason, it was so riotous that I didn't need to smell it, and it was disgusting to even think about it.

The bald man led me up step by step along the slope where the Blood-Clan had just slid down, and he was right, although there was no cover from the trees, the more dangerous the place, the safer, especially in such an extremely dangerous environment.

But the idea is good, but when we really go up the ramp, we find that the ramp is covered with flesh and blood, and the eyes that are still moist are quietly thrown into the mud and rotten leaves, which is frankly more disgusting than human urine.

The bald man and I knew what these people were, and frankly said, fortunately we didn't bring them up, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to ensure that they would do irrational things after seeing these bones.

The slope gets smoother and smoother as it goes up, even at the top of which the bald man and I can lie down on our stomachs, exposing only half of our heads and hiding our bodies underneath.

I pointed to the bald man's head, and showed that there was not a single hair on the top of his head, and that despite the sludge, it was still easily exposed under the light of the torches, and that such a decision made no sense to him, in fact as I said, he was more afraid of death than anyone else, especially in such a dangerous situation, and he knew what was the best way to save his life.

The situation on the slope may be worse than I thought, I wanted to count the number of fires to determine the number of opponents, but I found that there was no campfire in the camp, which is understandable, it is too easy to reveal the enemy's own position, but I still have the number of grass huts to give an approximate output.

Eleven straw huts.

The scale of thirty to forty people.

Luckily, a few natives with animal skirts wrapped around their waists were looking around the camp, and one of them was standing in the same position as the route we had crawled before, and if the bald man and I were still crawling there this time, they would have found out if we were still crawling there.

These natives look the same as the people of my tribe, except that they all have a sharp beast tooth on their necks, and it can be seen from this feature that they belong to the same clan as the tigers, that is, the blood clan that the bald man said.

But when one of the figures came out of the hut by chance, my eyes immediately moved away, and he turned his back to me, saying something to a fat lady, and the speed of his speech was so fast that I couldn't hear the content clearly, but his voice still made me feel strange.

Even his back gradually became familiar to me.

It wasn't any of the two lads from the Qi tribe.

I must have seen this man, and I must know him very well!

But I concluded that it was not mute, nor was it lame, that he was much taller than the two, and that it was not Dandan, and that the moonlight was on his back, and it was evident that he was much whiter than Dandan.

Who else will there be?

Among the men I knew best, there was a bald man, but this grandson was now by my side, and he didn't even dare to show his eyes so as not to expose them.

A strange sensation spread throughout my body, and it actually made me shiver.

At that moment, the man with his back to me happened to look behind him vigilantly, and at this moment, his face was reflected in mine by the refraction of the moonlight.....

This made me stunned, or rather, it made me a little overwhelmed, and then I suddenly felt a burst of heat, as if the pores of my body were opened.

I wasn't sure if I could actually see that face, and I even began to wonder if I was hallucinating.

It was a face I knew all the most.

That's my face.

I actually saw a "Wu Luoyin? ”