The three reckless warriors ran with all their might, they were very fast, and each of them was holding the basket they were carrying.

I could see that they were chasing the rhythm of the truck, and they had enough foot strength, but why not a bow and arrow?

I gestured to the familiar Langbu, which meant that they were about to lose their baskets and change weapons. The familiar man muttered in response to me.

He must have been a little anxious, and he forgot that I didn't understand the local language.

I said in my heart, what is this buddy talking about? After a delay in this speculation, they swooped to the back of the truck. I hurried to the edge of the carriage and continued to gesturing to them, shouting.

Shu Langbu didn't listen, and while holding the basket with one hand, he jumped up violently, and grabbed me by the collar with one hand.

I didn't expect him to do that, and he was hit. He jumped in the air, and then the force of the fall was on me.

I am weak now, how can I still have the strength to hold on, screamed, and rolled out of the carriage.

I fell heavily on the ground, but the weeds on the ground caught me like cotton.

I wasn't seriously injured, and after a few laps I came to a complete stop. I just lay there, turning my head to look at the familiar Langbu and them.

None of them paid any attention to me, the messenger, and continued to run to the sides of the truck, when the familiar man gave a whoop, as if he had given an order, and they all lifted the lid off the basket.

It's all small sacs. It is estimated that it is made of animal stomachs. They lifted their bags and skimmed them at the truck.

The sac shattered immediately after smashing into the truck, and there was a colorless liquid in it. They were quick on their hands, and the truck quickly got wet, and at first glance it looked like it had been drenched in a torrential rain, especially since a few of the sacs were thrown into the cockpit along the broken glass.

Shu Lang Bu and they stopped, the two reckless warriors gasped, they were all very tired after running all the way just now, Shu Lang Bu didn't care about resting, and took out the bow and arrows again, and held them.

There was also a feathered arrow wrapped in a thin strip of red cloth, I recognized it, wasn't this the donkey's sock? Why was it snatched by Familiar Langbu?

A reckless man pulled out another lighter. In fact, he suddenly took out this kind of thing, which was quite visually impactful, and it is estimated that it was also circulated into the tribe from the outside world by accident.

They would also use lighters, and the reckless people immediately lit a fire to the strip of red cloth.

The strips of red cloth were wet, and they were on fire when they caught fire. I guess there's gasoline on it.

After taking aim, Lang Bu shot the rocket. It emitted smoke and yellow light, and with a foul smell of socks, it shot straight into the truck.

The truck was also wet with gasoline, which was good, and it was all over in an instant, and it was even more like a skyrocket, and it also lit up a good area around here.

I was also a little blinded by the firelight. The driver sitting in the truck is the first to bear it, in fact, he is really a driver, he has no mercenary skills, and he does not have a mentality of being in danger.

He was caught in the fire and was completely anxious. The truck was in a hurry, and the road he could walk was narrow, so he didn't turn the steering wheel properly and crashed into an old tree.

At this speed, the truck hit so straight that the front of the car flattened, and I guess the driver died on the spot.

I had a feeling of relaxation, saying that the matter of counterattacking the enemy was completely over, but I also had a sense of loss, and the last living mouth was actually set on fire by Shu Langbu.

I don't know what to say about cooked Langbu for a while. They also didn't dare to get too close to the truck, as it could explode at any moment.

They turned around and hurried back, and I found that these little dwarfs had a lot of strength, and Shu Langbu came first to carry me up, and it didn't seem to be much effort.

Then we found the old cat and the iron donkey. The old cat is almost recovered, and the iron donkey is just awake.

The old cat had already seen what was happening, and he told us to rest where we were, and he went out into the woods alone to see.

I guess he was looking for clues or something, and I was tired, so I didn't accompany him, and the iron donkey was in a bad state.

I concentrated on taking care of the iron donkey, and I found that no matter what I said, the donkey brother would not answer, but he occasionally blinked his eyes quickly, indicating that he wanted to say but could not speak.

I was in a hurry, and I said that it was still a matter of insect poison, so I studied it, and wanted to find some medicine that could cure his dumb disease.

But I changed my medication a few times, and I still didn't get anything. That's when I realized that the old cat hadn't come back yet.

I was afraid that something would go wrong with him, so I ordered three reckless people to hurry up and look for them in the forest as a messenger from Wuhou.

The three reckless men swished in, and after five minutes they came back with the old cat. I saw that each of them was holding something in his hand and still gnawing on it.

I thought it was the fruit of some tree in the forest, and I was a little hungry, so I beckoned them to come and try it.

Familiar Lang Bu ran over first, and when he showed this thing for me to see, my head buzzed.

It's a fucking human finger, and it's bloody, and it looks like it's just cut off. Cooked Langbu also urged me, saying that it was delicious, let me taste it.

I kept my mouth shut and shook my head vigorously. Shu Langbu didn't force it anymore, it can be seen that he hasn't eaten enough himself, how can he share it with me?

I noticed the old cat again, and when he came back, he did not hurry to say anything, but took out two medicine sacs, swallowed one himself, and said a few words to the iron donkey, so that he could chew it too.

The iron donkey didn't want to eat it, but after listening to the whisper, he couldn't wait.

I asked the old cat, where did the medicine bag come from? The old cat said he brought it himself. I suspect he was lying, otherwise why did he come out after a circle in the woods?

I looked at the forest and said to myself, the old cat just went to the forest, it couldn't be that he saw someone, right? Is that the one who skimmed the darts?

I don't understand, at this time the old cat Zhang Luo left, and said that there was nothing to investigate here.

We all returned, and after walking a few miles, the iron donkey was a little weak on his feet. I found the reckless man to be too enthusiastic, and Shu Langbu and another warrior carried the iron donkey on their backs, side by side.

I saw that the iron donkey was still snorting comfortably. In fact, there is still a warrior idle, but the old cat and I can walk on our own, and we don't deliberately tire him of anything, otherwise it would be too unauthentic.

We walked all the way down and returned to the tribe before dawn.

This is not my home, but I feel like I am home, and I arrange a straw hut for the two of us to sleep.

In the morning, we didn't sleep for a few hours, and Shu Langbu came in again and woke us up one by one.

Shu Langbu said that the funeral will be held later, and he hopes that the three divine envoys will attend.

I can see that he said politely, but what he really meant was that we had to participate.

We all nodded and said yes, and the iron donkey had cigarettes in his pocket, and after a few refreshments, we went out together.

The first time I saw the funeral of the Mang people, to be honest, it was a bit fierce, the outside world was cremation, a few remote places, and burials, but the burial method of the Mang people turned out to be cremation and burial.

The heads of the deceased were cut off and placed on a wooden platform to be cremated, while the rest of the parts were buried in the earth. According to the explanation of Shu Langbu, the soul and wisdom of the deceased are in the head, and after being burned by the fire, they will drift into the sky with the smoke, and then prepare to enter the reincarnation.

Again, I think that the reckless people are smart, because the ancients believed that the heart is the organ full of wisdom in the human body, such as the quick mind, the hard heart, and so on, but the reckless people do not have this wrong concept and know the importance of the head.

The burial was very simple, it was over in a short time, and then there was the cremation, where we all had to kneel down, and there was a person who acted as the master of ceremonies and read the words out loud.

I was so unlucky that when I knelt, it happened to press against a sharp stone, and it stung me like a needle. And there are people in front of me, left and right, and I don't have a chance to move if I want to.

The master of ceremonies was even more whimsical, and after reading for half an hour, I admitted that I was a little uncompromising, and after the pain, a drop of tears flowed out.

This was caught by the iron donkey on my right, and his eyes clearly told me that he admired me for having such a deep affection for the dead man.

I wiped away tears and glanced back at him, but said nothing.

When the cremation was finally finished, the master of ceremonies shouted a word and made everyone stand up.

In fact, those reckless people have long been kneeling uncomfortably, standing quite actively, and I am still kneeling, which makes me obvious.

It's not that I don't want to get up, it's definitely numb to my knees. The iron donkey admired me even more, and forcibly dragged me up, chanting, "Okay, just know that you have this heart." ”

In this way, it was noon, and we were ready to have lunch with the Mangren.

But this lunch, it didn't go well.