"How many more people are they on board?" Through the glow of the fireplace in the cave, I asked the slave girl of the demon tribe in her thirties.

She was so frightened that her hands and lips were shaking, and she was so frightened that she stammered more than I did.

"I don't know," the woman said to me, listening to my question, as if trying to remember it for a while.

"We were all blindfolded and could only listen, but there seemed to be a lot of people," she said later.

"What did they tell you to preach?" I asked, handing her a glass of warm water.

She didn't answer, but stared at the earthen cup for a moment before she said, "They didn't send me to deliver the word, but let that stout demon man, me and a dozen slaves just be their tools, tools for traveling."

This didn't surprise me, in fact, since the moment this woman ran out of the dense forest and screamed, I knew that the Evil Spirit People were not so stupid, they didn't put others in danger, the unlucky ghosts were still this group of miserable slaves, and when it came to suffering, maybe I suffered a bigger loss, after all, the well-designed traps probably fed these white-robed savages who were in a hurry to be reincarnated.

"What about the spirits in charge of the messengers, how many?" , I was afraid of causing the woman to be overly nervous, so I asked softly.

"Half of the spirits, three, one of whom had fled as soon as they entered the forest, was shot dead in the forest by their companions, and the other was cut off by the evil spirits in the trap and died," she recalled, curling up in fear.

"Did the Spirits escape?" , I hurriedly asked.

"Who sees that scene and who doesn't run? So many dead people, so miserable, the whole forest was red, and one of our old people was scared to death alive! It's in that woods."

I thought to myself that this woman might be talking about the white-robed slaves who had been slaughtered en masse by the Spirits in the woods before they had time to escape to the top of the mountain.

It was a terrible scene, and even when I saw it during the day, I felt a chill down my back, and even more so in the middle of the night, when they said that the woodland could still hear the cry of desolation from time to time, so that the red woodland became known as the "Devil May Cry Forest" and became part of the punishment for those who committed theft, breach of promise, and adultery.

But this is good news for me, I mean the escape of the Spirits, it is clear that they are not as determined as I thought they were, they are human beings, they also have fear, and it is our team that has broken their tough shells and psychological defenses.

Of course, the sinister people on the ship are also a mystery to me, it's like two blind men touching each other, they don't know what I am, and I don't know their details either, but maybe this woman in front of me can save me from some of the fog.

"What about the rest of the Spirits?" I looked at the bald man in the light of the fire, but he kept his head down and played with his fingers.

"Originally, it was only the demon and me who walked out of the forest, but for some reason, just as he was about to leave the dense forest, he was gone, and I was the only one left, and I was so scared that I shouted", she said resignedly, and the more she said it, the quieter her voice became.

As soon as I heard this, I spit out the grass stalk in my mouth on the ground, thinking to myself, damn, why didn't you release such an important fart earlier? , turned his head to look at the bald man and was about to tell him something, but saw that he had already stood up, said "understood", and patted his bare ass and walked down the gentle slope.

"Do you have anything else important, can you talk about it first?" I was a little annoyed, and my tone became a little heavier.

It doesn't matter if I asked this fiercely, the female slave girl who was over three years old began to chatter like a lady in the market, and I had to shout twice to stop her spitting.

"How many people are there in your tribe?" I brought the topic back on track.

"Except for the men and old men of our tribe, they should all be there, one or two, on every boat", she finally picked up the warm water and took a sip.

One or two hundred people, all women and children, I was thinking about the remnants of the demon tribe.

"Is the demon girl also on the boat, oh, is Ji Ya also on those three boats?" , I asked her.

"Shanman? She's not ......" As she said this, her expression suddenly changed, as if she had seen something that made her extremely frightened, and she hurriedly covered her eyes with her hands.

I looked back, and saw the Sichuan girl slowly walking out of the cave holding on to the stone wall, and the burned half of her face happened to be facing the woman.

"Don't be afraid, she is also a poor person of your tribe, she is a slave", I hurriedly said to the woman, and as I spoke, I gently took the hand of the girl and made her sit on my right side, so that the other half of her beautiful face could be revealed.

"Manu?" , The woman was sluggish, her hands slowly opened in front of her eyes, and she looked at Sister Chuan.

"Are you hungry?" Chuan took the woman's rough hand, interrupted her hesitation, and said to her in an extremely gentle tone.

When the woman heard Chuan's words, she was stunned, and looked at Chuan's sister for a long time before she said, "I'..... I'm not hungry, the Spirits gave me food before I left, and I'm ......," she swallowed back as if she wanted to say something.

"Is your Shanman on that boat?" , I saw that the topic was biased, for fear that these two women of the same race would hold hands and talk about it, so I hurriedly asked.

"I don't know," the woman replied very quickly this time.

"Oh yes, when they fed me, they said about the captives, did you capture their man, a man with a beast's head?" , The woman seemed to suddenly remember something, and suddenly said.

With her words, I also remembered that during the daytime battle, there was indeed a beast-headed man who was suffocated to the ground by a stick that I was caught off guard by, but then I forgot about it, and I don't know if he was dead or alive, and now it seems that this beast-headed guy may be an important character.

"What else did they say?" , I asked.

"The demon seems to have said to those three people that if they can't be saved, they will be killed", the woman suddenly replied.

My heart suddenly became suspicious of this woman, you know, how could a demon say such a thing to her?

"Don't look at me like this, it's really what I heard, my ears are very smart, and I can hear a lot of sounds that others can't hear", she said with warm water, and secretly looked at the Sichuan girl beside me.

"If it weren't for the fact that I could hear strange sounds, I would have died in your trap a long time ago", she noticed that I was staring at her, and suddenly withdrew her eyes from looking at Sister Chuan, and said in a cry.

Turning her head to look at Sister Chuan, she was still looking ahead with blurred eyes and blankness, but the slave girl's eyes were indeed a little strange.

"Do you know her? , tell me what she does in your tribe", I asked, pointing to the slave girl.