"Actually, it really worked!"

The tribesmen knelt on the ground in excitement, raised their hands, and began to pray for this sudden victory. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The old woman snorted, and then came to Benjamin's side.

"Young man, I didn't expect you to have two hits. ”

"Don't thank me too much," Benjamin said with a very unbeaten expression, "I'm not a good person, I'm just a little smarter." ”

The old woman shook her head, obviously thinking how she could have met such a shameless person.

It was at this time that a man walked up to Benjamin's side.

The little boy took a coin out of his pocket and placed it in Benjamin's hand.

However, before Benjamin could get the coin, he was snatched by the old woman next to him.

"What are you doing!" the old woman looked at the little boy viciously, and she was trembling with anger.

Benjamin blinked, with a very innocent expression.

The little boy, on the other hand, lowered his head, as if deliberately avoiding the old woman's gaze.

He whispered to his grandmother, "Grandma, I, I just feel that if it weren't for Big Brother, we might all be dead." ”

"Hehe," the old woman gave her grandson a cold look, "don't you know the importance of this coin!"

Benjamin's eyes narrowed at this time, and from the veiled conversation between the two men, he probably had guessed some clues.

This coin is probably a very important thing for their tribe.

Or even some kind of token.

It's just that Benjamin showed an indifferent expression, compared to this coin that I don't know where it came from, I'm afraid that this piece of iron that can make ghosts and horses keep reborn, makes Benjamin even more curious.

"I know, of course I do. The little boy plucked up his courage and said, looking at the old woman very seriously, "But grandma, you told me that the most important thing in being a man is to be grateful." If it weren't for Big Brother, all of us might have died, and I feel like this coin could be given to him. ”

"Alas," the old woman was obviously choked by what she had said, and she did not know whether to say that her grandson valued love and righteousness, or whether she should blame him for being stupid. "Forget it, in the future, this tribe will also be yours alone, you can decide for yourself. ”

When she had finished speaking, the old woman walked away with her crutches, presumably ready to appease the wounded people.

The little boy stared at the back of his grandmother leaving, and did not know what to say, so he called out weakly to his grandmother, and no one answered him.

Benjamin walked over and patted the little boy on the shoulder.

"Okay, your grandma is also letting you grow up alone. Benjamin dryly reassured that he had never been very good at comforting people.

After thinking about it, he set his eyes on the coin in the little boy's hand. "What is this coin?"

"Well," the little boy quickly recovered as well, and he gently held up the coin in his hand.

It was a very old coin, and it even had mottled marks on it because of the passage of time.

If it had been a coin that had fallen at Benjamin's feet, he probably wouldn't have picked it up.

"This is a token of our family, as long as the person holding this coin will be the most honored guest of our family. The little boy said proudly, but shyly.

Token?

Benjamin roughly understood that it was something like a VIP ticket, except that the coin was permanent.

It's just that Benjamin looked at the devastated tribe and didn't know how much it meant to be the guest of honor of this tribe.

The little boy seemed to see Benjamin's doubts, and he swung his legs uncomfortably, and explained in a low voice, "We, our family is actually very large. It's just that my parents were kicked out. So we had to be self-reliant in this place. ”

Benjamin pretended to understand and nodded, then asked a little embarrassedly, "Well, I actually woke up and encountered this ghost horse attacking." I don't even quite understand who you really are, and how did you become a dog?"

The little boy let out a sudden sigh of realization, and then began to give Benjamin science popularization.

"My grandmother was a shaman, and so were my parents. Our family is called the Uluru family, and they are the largest shaman tribe in Africa. As for becoming a dog, that's a talent of my own, and I was born anyway. ”

"And your grandmother won't either?" asked Benjamin, curious, as he realized that the African shamans were indeed a little different from their European wizards.

"No," the little boy shook his head triumphantly, looking proud, "but my grandmother told me not to do it, or I'd get in trouble." ”

Benjamin nodded, still agreeing with the old woman on this point. After all, the truth of guilt is still very correct.

"So big brother, you can accept this coin, maybe it will be useful in the future. The little boy was very generous and shoved the coin into Benjamin's hand.

Benjamin didn't refuse, and accepted it.

After the little boy was called away by the old woman with an angry face, Benjamin put the iron piece on the ghost horse in his hand.

It's just that no matter how Benjamin looks at it, it looks like an extremely ordinary piece of iron.

Nothing special.

He was a little dazed for a moment, could it be that he really thought too much, what was special was not this piece of iron, but the ghost horse itself?

It's just that Benjamin looked at the ashes that hadn't been cleaned up, but he still didn't find anything special.

Suddenly, Benjamin made a bold move.

He bit his finger and dripped blood onto the piece of iron.

The pieces of iron were smoking.

There was a disgusting smell, like the smell of rotten eggs.

Benjamin pinched his nose and stared at the piece of iron in his hand with some depression.

At this time, a miraculous thing happened, the ordinary iron paint on the outside of the iron piece actually fell off automatically, and finally what appeared in Benjamin's hand was a piece like a bone.

As Benjamin stroked his bones, he felt a chill to his bones.

It was a cold that he was very familiar with, the breath of extreme cold brought by the dead.

Benjamin's brows furrowed, no matter who created this ghost horse, this person's understanding of necromancy was probably not weaker than his own.

After thinking about it, Benjamin still put this bone in his chest.

The little boy hurried over. "Big brother, grandma promised me that she would save my big sister early tomorrow morning. ”