After some preparation, Darker and his party hit the road. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 InfoThe team that participated in the investigation this time consisted of Dak, Yupanki, Royce, Isabella, and an old shaman from the Yanoma tribe, Barak.

In the squad, Darker is still the strongest shield, Yupanki is slightly inferior in absolute strength, but the combat skills are exquisite, and the overall strength is much stronger than Dark, and Royce and Isabella are still the same routine, one is responsible for long-range suppression and assassination, and the other is supportive.

The biggest change in the team is the addition of the old shaman Barak, this is an old man in his fifties, with rich experience in walking in the forest, carrying a four-section totem pole on his back, he positions himself as an all-round player, and can top two times in any position, although not as neat as the young man who specializes in the art industry, but the emergency rescue is still competent, in addition to helping everyone is many years of experience in drilling the forest.

According to Yanoma's rules, the more totem poles there are, the stronger they are, but this old shaman is deeply trusted by Chief Rosenthal, and he sat at the head of the chief at yesterday's meeting, looking higher than the second shaman with seven totem poles on his back.

Darker was originally a little worried that this kind of high-ranking old guy was the most difficult to serve, and he would make trouble for you if he didn't like it. But after a few hours of rapid marching, the old man did not say a word of nonsense, listened to the arrangement with a smile, and told him to do whatever he wanted, and when he encountered a small problem, it was often a sentence or two that made everyone pause, he was a modest and wise elder, and Duck gradually put his mind at ease.

By noon, when everyone was resting in place, Barak said hello, took a small turn around the resting position, and came back with a wild boar on his shoulder, a few pheasants and rabbits in his left hand, and a net bag woven of fine rattan in his right hand, which was full of a large bag of herbs.

When Duck saw it, he hurriedly stepped forward to help. Barak shook his head and said, "That's nothing. Let's eat these at noon, put away all the dry food, and save some. The tiger and the lone wolf are coming to help, and the bear and the pigeon are circling around, be careful, don't go straight in one direction,"

Barak gave all four of them nicknames, Duck was the bear, Jupanki was the tiger, Royce was the lone wolf, and Isabella was the pigeon, and the four young men thought it was interesting and gladly accepted. Isabella grinned and asked Barak what it was, and he replied without hesitation, "An old mandrill with a blue face." ”

Duck and Isabella patrol together, surrounded by dense woods and silence, with the occasional birdsong ringing. After a few turns, he didn't find anything unusual, and returned to his resting place.

Back at the resting place, lunch was almost ready, and Eupanki was cutting chicken and rabbit meat with a knife, and Royce was wringing the herbs out of the juice under Barak's guidance and drizzling them on the roasted pork leg on the rack, the sizzling grease dripping on the burning wood, and the burnt aroma was so appetizing that it could not help but make your fingers flutter.

Barak said: "There is no such easy way to go further, there are many snakes and insects that bite people, let's eat half of these herbal juices and rub half of them, okay, let's eat!"

The crowd devoured for a while, and when they finished eating, Barak wiped his mouth and stretched out the totem pole handle towards Dark: "Big bear, come." ”

Duck was stunned: "What are you doing?"

"Try your strength. ”

Duck laughed: "Old mandrill, don't be kidding. Did you win your glory?"

"Phew, baby bear, it's not certain who loses and who wins, don't you dare?"

Duck moved his shoulders, "Don't regret it!" he said, lazily grabbing the handle with one hand.

Barak grabbed the stigma of the totem pole with both hands.

Yupanki as the referee: "Ready, go!"

The two of them exerted their strength at the same time, and what Duck never expected was that as soon as he got started, the totem pole suddenly flipped down one hundred and eighty degrees!

He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly exerted his strength with both hands, only to pull it back a little.

This old mandrill really has a bit of strength!

Both of them got serious, and the four big hands grabbed the totem pole tightly, and the thick totem pole couldn't help but squeak!

Royce didn't see it well, the two of them fought fiercely, and one of them had to be injured, so he shouted: "No matter whether you win or lose, don't break the totem pole! Stop, stop! I shout one, two, three, stop together!"

The two of them let go at the same time, and the totem pole fell to the ground with a clatter, and no one paid attention to it.

The two of them gasped for a few breaths, and both laughed.

Duck said: "Okay, old mandrill, a little strength! I'm so much younger than you, and I lost in a tie." ”

Barak laughed: "Don't be kidding, it's me who loses! If you start unfavorably, you can still get it back, this is not ordinary! Besides, you are holding the handle, and I am grabbing the stigma, so it must be the thick end that takes advantage." So, you win!"

Duck smiled sheepishly.

Barak sighed: "It's really old, and in the future, the young people will have to take it! Do it well! Come, eat!"

Everyone was about to eat, and suddenly found that a roasted pheasant was missing.

Duck sighed: "Isabella, no, pigeon, your mouth is too fast, and you can finish a chicken without a sound, and there are no bones left." ”

Isabella was embarrassed: "How can I have it! There must be oil in the corners of my mouth after eating, right?"

The crowd laughed. Dark's eyes turned to Yupanki, who waved his hand repeatedly: "Don't look at me, I'm the farthest away from that chicken!"

Royce also said, "Didn't I just be a referee for you?"

"It's weird, a little stunned, a chicken is gone?"

"Luckily, it's just food. Barak's words alerted everyone to the fact that there must be something hidden around here!

"Stealing a chicken right under our noses is too fast, isn't it? Royce, can you handle it?"

"It's impossible not to be spotted at such a close distance! ”

Barack waved his hand to signal the young men to be quiet, and he walked over to the bare grill, slowly circled twice, leaned down, and waited for him to stand up, pinching a handful of hair in his hand.

"You see, this guy left it behind. ”

Duck took it and looked closely, it was a handful of yellow-black hair, thin and soft, and he couldn't help but say, "Could it be a guy like a leopard who can climb trees and sneak attack?"

Yupanki, who often dealt with all kinds of wild beasts, looked at it and said, "It's not a leopard, the leopard's fur is much longer than this, and it's not so soft." Is it a monkey?"

There happened to be a huge towering ancient tree next to the grill, with a dense crown, and everyone couldn't help but look up, and there were several mountain vines hanging on it, which were swaying slightly.

Barak planted the totem pole and sat down under the vines, muttering words as an eerie pale blue halo rose from behind him and gradually transformed into the surrounding environment.

The young people watched with bated breath and couldn't help but exclaim when they saw what they had said and done a few minutes ago appear.

After a minute, an ape's claw appeared in view, and a huge figure tiptoed down from the mountain vine, quickly and quietly grabbed the roast pheasant, climbed the mountain vine, and disappeared.

Barak opened his eyes and asked, "What do you see?"

Duck replied, "A big monkey, the size of a man, who stole the roast chicken—the one, old mandrill, you can't see yourself?"

"Yes, shamans can communicate with the spirits of mountains, rivers and forests and ask them about their situation. What kind of monkey?"

"Well, someone's the size of a monkey. ”

"It's strange," Barak said, "the monkeys in the jungle are not friendly to people, let alone touch people's food. Besides, I put herbal juice on the food, and we taste better, but the monkey hates the smell, so how can it steal our food?"

Yupanki suddenly exclaimed, "I remember, this guy is the brute who scratched my hand on the boat!