"Tell me, right now, do you know her? What is she doing in your tribe? I pointed to the girl and asked the slave girl.

The woman seemed to be a little cramped by my questioning, and her eyes kept looking into the eyes of the Sichuan girl, but I promised that she couldn't see anything, because at this time, I was also observing Chuan.

"Her name is Manu, and the white hemp on our body is all grown and made by her," the woman said slowly, steady.

I began to regret that I had just told this woman the name "Ma Nu", in fact, the name itself had already revealed the information of the Sichuan girl, and obviously the question just now was equivalent to a vain.

"When did she leave your tribe? With whom? I continued.

"Manu has been away for a long time, following a few pathfinders", this time, the woman replied quickly without the slightest hesitation.

I watched her eyes, from uneasy to calm, and although it was only a moment when the white horse passed by, I still caught it in my eyes.

"Do you know her?" I turned to Chuan and asked, maybe it was because of the experience of the past five years, and my wariness seemed to be stronger than ever.

"I can't see her clearly, but her voice is familiar, it's from the tribe," said Kawa without moving, just nodding into the air.

Until the sky was a little white, and I could not ask anything more from the slave girl, I went back to the cave to rest, and she was so tired that she snuggled up in my arms and slept soundly, while the slave girl kept looking at us with the cup of the kiln I handed her, not caring that there was not even a drop of water in the cup.

A fresh head was placed at the foot of the bald man on the top of the mountain, and I wondered how he had managed to find and kill the hidden demon in the forest in such a short time, until I saw another shirtless tiger man sitting not far from him, and I understood everything, remember? The one who fell down the mountain road during the battle but was asserted by the bald man that "you can't die by jumping into the mountain stream", indeed, I really didn't see him again after the battle, and I didn't remember that such a master had left the team.

His skin was almost brown, and the color was obviously much darker than that of Balls and Baldness, and the first thing he did when he noticed me standing behind him was to hand me a few wild fruits of "paradise".

"Do you see the treehouse there?" To find out if he had really walked through the woodland overnight, I asked him the most direct question.

And he just nodded at me.

"What are you doing all that far?" , I asked, confused.

And he, however, made countless gestures to me in an instant, ...... squeaked and squeaked in his mouth.

He's a mute.

"He's telling you that there's another team of spirits on this island, and there aren't many of them, and they're heading to the west shore," the bald man opened his mouth at the right time to act as an interpreter.

The Spirits did split up and disappeared from our vision when they logged in yesterday, and this one of them was headed for the West Bank.

The mute man was squeezed out of the mountain road and bypassed the battlefield at the bottom of the hillside, but went straight to the slaughterhouse of the Evil Spirit in the woodland, he wanted to take advantage of the chaos to see if he could pick up any bargains, but followed the defeated Demon Ghost to unexpectedly find the westward team, and was about to come back to report the news, but at night in the forest he met the evil spirit messenger team sneaking in the dark, until he was hiding at the edge of the woodland and suddenly killed the last person alive by the Demon Spirit.

Everything was described in line with the slave girl's words, and it seemed that neither of them was lying.

I handed him back a few fruits and motioned for him to eat them, an act that made him seem grateful, and immediately bowed to the rising sun, and then touched his forehead on the tip of my toe.

I think I was still mistaken, thinking that the fruit he handed me was meant to be shared with me, but it is likely that his real intention was to "hand it over", and I handed it back to him as a reward.

Soon, I proved this judgment to be correct, because the bald man's hands were empty, and this was not enough, and he actually glanced at the honey fruit in the dumb man's hand, intentionally or unintentionally, and it was obvious that the dumb man had not shared it with him before.

I began to regret a little, I was still too immature for the rules of this tribe, if I could have thought of this in advance, maybe I would have taken out some of those honey fruits and handed them to the bald man, I still understand the truth of the rain and dew, and the benevolence of the corpse dove, although they are natives, but there is still the possibility of not suffering from widowhood but unevenness.

On the gentle slope below the top of the mountain, Chuan Meizi once again sent cans of fresh fried rice to fish balls and slave girls, yes, I gave the slave girl to Chuan, and she seemed to be ecstatic about this decision, even if it was just to be a slave and a slave by Chuan's side.

I had wanted to build a few makeshift palm canopies on the top of the hill for the white-robed men to have a place to live, but they were very tired, and if yesterday's unexpected victory was due to the victory and surprise of the mourning soldiers, then I believed that it would now take only two or three demons to easily subdue these twenty or thirty emaciated white-robed slaves, so I dismissed the idea of setting up a tent, and got through the past few days, and everything was fine, but I couldn't get through it...... What is the use of a tent that has been erected?

In fact, I was right in this decision, because the Evil Spirits did not give us any more time to recuperate, and the scorching sun had just begun to bake the black hair of the people on the top of the mountain, and the big ship on the sea had a new movement, but this time it was clearly not an attack.

With a slight wave, the head boat in the middle seemed to move a little more in the direction of the beachhead, and then a raft was hoisted into the water, and the raft was very chic, as if it had been specially built by someone, and even a pure white flag was raised high on the head of the raft.

And that's not all, the thing that made my jaw drop the most was that in the middle of the raft, several naked and strong men surrounded an animal like a horse, and an old man with a dragon bell and a strange appearance was sitting peacefully on the horse.

I quickly turned my attention away from the "horse" and counted the Spirits on the raft across the sea, but there were only four, and that was not counting the odd-looking old man, who was obviously not playing the offensive card this time.

Seeing that the messenger has not returned, is this the person in charge of the evil spirit personally going into battle? I muttered to myself, wondering if I had taken the opportunity to solve the problem of the immortal old spirit, but of course, this thought did not last long, and the bald man clearly told me two things:

1. The pure white flag represents a temporary truce, and there is something to discuss;

Second, the old man's dress was just an ordinary sorcerer, not even a demon spirit, and persuaded me to dispel my crooked thoughts as soon as possible.

I looked at the bald man hesitantly, as if I thought this man was like a roundworm in my stomach, and even knew what I was thinking, but when I asked him what to do now, he shook his head at me with a smirk and said, "I don't know, and no one knows, because no tribe has ever asked the Spirits to hang up a white flag for a truce and peace talks." In this matter, he, like me, is also a big girl in a sedan chair, the first time......