I touched the wall of the well, felt the subtle bumps and depressions on it, and after a little concentration, the palm of my hand stuck to it as if it had a suction cup, and then climbed up quickly like a gecko against the wall of the well. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as he got to the ground, he heard an exclamation before he could look up.

As I looked for prestige, a small, sturdy man with a hooked nose, thick lips and a wide mouth, a single eyelid and slender eyes, three black coats on each cheek from the bridge of his nose to the base of his ears, and black skin looked at me a few paces ahead, baring his mouth and fangs.

The man was almost naked, with only a fig leaf around his waist, a wooden stick in his hand, his hair combed back and tied together on the top of his head, a braid, covered with brightly colored feathers, and two large earrings on his ears.

Curious's outfit, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a Central Plains person. I quickly collected the books I had read in my head, and I was sure that none of them were written about them.

As soon as I was about to ask him where it was, the man began to speak to me in a language I had never heard before.

I tried my best to listen, but I didn't understand a single word. I had to try to understand what he meant from his gestures and the way he looked at him. That way, it seems to be much easier. It soon became clear to me that he was asking me where I was from.

I pointed behind me. He walked over in confusion, looked down, and screamed in shock, then turned and ran. That's definitely faster than a rabbit.

I looked around and saw that it was on top of a hill, and the vegetation here was very different from what I had seen before, not only extremely luxuriant, but also well-layered.

I counted it, and there were about five levels up and down.

The towering trees obscured the sky, and only a small piece of the sky was exposed above the wellhead. Many tree trunks hang down with thread-like things and dig into the dirt, maybe this is the legendary aerial root?

The trunks of these trees are almost covered with a fluffy green fluffy coat, which looks tender and very lovely. The vines that are wrapped around it are even more numerous, and you can almost swing on it.

Woody ferns and large-leaved herbs are everywhere, and the ground is full of green lichen moss, and the feet are slippery, and you have to walk carefully, otherwise you will fall on all fours and roll down the mountain.

I closed my eyes and searched for the information about the Candle Dragon that was scattered in the air, but unfortunately there was no clue in a radius of 100 miles.

I opened my eyes and sighed, it seems that everything can only be left to chance.

Walking down the hill, he had not gone far when he heard the sound of whining shouts and the rustling of branches and leaves. I moved my ears and found a familiar voice in the midst of the noise, which belonged to the man who had just run away.

It seems that he was not scared away by me, but went to find someone. What does it mean to find someone? Are you going to come against me? Shouldn't you use an ambush to deal with me? Isn't such fanfare, shouting and screaming, startling the snake?

I decided to just hide and see what they were going to do.

I made up my mind, chose a big tree nearby, jumped on it, and hid it well. The trunk of the tree is covered with velvet green, which looks beautiful, but it is very slippery to step on. If I hadn't put my body very lightly, I guess even if I jumped on it, I would have planted an upside-down onion and gnawed on the mud.

Soon more than a dozen people came into view, all dressed in similar attire. The man who led the way walked in front of the way, leading the people to the well. The people looked down the well for a while, and then turned back to him and said something. The man was a little anxious, and looked around for it.

Needless to say, they're looking for me.

One of the people who was brought in didn't know what to say, and then he stepped forward and pushed him, and everyone laughed. I guess I thought he was dazzled, or he was daydreaming and sleeping, right?

The man was laughing a little anxiously, his heart was beating faster, and a dark red appeared on his brown-black skin, and he was anxious to explain to everyone with a white face, but it attracted louder laughter. The man was so angry that he stomped his feet, but there was nothing he could do.

Now that you are not familiar with life, it is not impossible to get in touch with them.

Thinking of this, I whistled, and everyone looked up at me.

I saw that all of them had shocked expressions on their faces, and perhaps it was a shocking thing for them to be able to stand on a tree more than ten feet high.

I jumped lightly from the tree in front of everyone's attention, and the eyes of the dozen or so people followed me closely. When I landed steadily, I flicked the sleeves of my robe and looked at them calmly.

I have to admit that I was a bit of a cool guy at the time. As it turned out, the effect was still good. Those people looked stupid as if they had been fixed on point, craned their necks and stared.

Suddenly, as if one of them had woken up, he threw himself on his knees, and the others followed suit, kowtowing incessantly, in fear.

I stood there quietly, worshiped by everyone, and probably understood, I guess they thought I was a god. In a hurry, he blurted out: "Get up." ”

They looked up at me in a daze, not understanding. I raised the sleeves of my robe and made a gesture, and this time they understood, and they all stood up in fear and uncontrollable excitement.

The man who first found me was obviously more excited than the others because he was the first to discover me, and he walked up to me and said a lot.

It was too complicated, I looked into his eyes and facial expressions, and I couldn't understand what he meant at this point, so I instinctively grabbed his wrist with one hand. Suddenly, all kinds of images flooded into my mind.

I saw a family, with father, mother, two boys, and a girl sitting around the fire, roasting corn and eating; Seeing a group of people jumping around the bonfire to celebrate the harvest; Seeing men hunting ferocious leopards en masse; Seeing the priest digging the captive's still beating bloody heart on the high altar to sacrifice to the gods; saw a dressed girl being pushed down the well to worship the rain god Chuck; Seeing a beautiful girl with black hair and a shawl and a slender waist with a ribbon on her forehead, she smiled back. Who is this girl? Is it the woman that this man likes?

…… There were a lot of images, flashing in front of my eyes, and I knew that his name was Pakal. And from his perspective, I went with him from babbling in infancy to growing up as a samurai, seeing his entire growth process and learning everything he knew.

Time is relative, and for me, the process seems to be long, I have experienced his whole life, and when I open my eyes, I know that for everyone present, it is just a blink of an eye.

I let go of the frightened screams of the crowd and said in their fluent language, "Hello. ”

Shocked, shocked again, they once again bowed down in fear.

Pakar seemed to have the greatest courage among them, and after kowtowing a few times, he put his hands on his chest and said reverently: "High and revered gods, we have scarce rainfall here this year, and it has been a whole month, and the crops are dying.

The priests tried everything they could, but it didn't work. There's just been a big thunderstorm and you're here.

So, I guess you're the almighty rain god we admire and worship, right? You must have heard our prayers, so you took the trouble to personally bring us the rain, and that must be the case!"

Rain God? It seems that he thinks of me as Chuck, the god of rain.

I wanted to deny it, but I couldn't explain for a moment how I could go up from this hundred-foot well to the surface, because it was really beyond the reach of man, and I couldn't tell them where I came from.

Rather than being unable to explain clearly, it is better to make mistakes wrong. So, very unkindly, I neither admitted nor denied it.

I think that in this unfamiliar place, it is not necessarily a bad thing to be worshipped, and by hiding this identity, you can have a lot of privileges and act very conveniently. It's just that why is there some reluctance in this heart?

Hey, Amitabha, the Lord Buddha is above, let me go back and do more good deeds for them, and make up for my deception!