This strange drum beat has no effect on Wushuang and Ma Ya, it just sounds strange, but no matter how smart the white-haired and yellow-skinned man is, he is just a brute, and the shamanic magic pays attention to the combination with nature, and the unity of heaven and man, they respect all living beings in the world, and they also have a way to restrain all living beings. This mysterious drum beat is one of their unique stunts.

The charm in the eyes of the white-haired yellow skin and the phantom light in the pupils disappeared, and the little one pricked up his ears to listen carefully to the rhythm of the drum, and then suddenly fell to the ground and rolled in tears.

"I'll tell you to stop, or I'll blow your head out with this Mosin Nagant gun in no time!" Wushuang pointed his gun at the head of the old Evenki shaman, warning him.

"Yes, young man, don't talk too much, take a look around?"

He didn't say that it was okay, but when he said this, Wushuang and Ma Ya vaguely heard many voices from the grass nearby, although the sound was not loud, but it was approaching the two of them from all directions. The drum beat in the old man's hand did not stop, and as his tambourine beat and the colored cloth strip around his waist twisted, hundreds of snakes in the forest peeked out of the grass and approached the two of them with snake cores.

"Are you too ruthless?" Wushuang had heard his grandfather talk about the shaman's ability to drive away beasts before, but he didn't expect that this old shaman in front of him could drive so many mollusks to attack them at the same time.

"Brother, don't be afraid, don't forget, I'm the heir of the treasure, he can drive beasts, I can too!" Ma Ya reached out in his pocket and grabbed something and threw it into the air. The powder in his hand quickly enveloped the two of them and the white fur and yellow skin.

The core of the snake is the most sensitive place for them to transmit information and their facial features, and when the snake core of this group of snakes comes into contact with the powder thrown on the ground by the horse, they are restless and dare not approach at all.

"Little girl, do you think you can do whatever you want if you can hold back the treasure technique? Even if I can't bear you today, tomorrow the old and young people in our village will go to your Black Dragon Tun to settle accounts, I advise you to release the White Deer King quickly!"

"What White Deer King? Don't spew blood? My brother has already explained to you just now, we are just passing through here, and we haven't seen your White Deer King at all. Ma Ya stood in front of Wushuang with her waist straight, as if she had great ability, her thin figure was just a head shorter than Wushuang, and she didn't know who they were protecting whom.

"Girl, if you can't explain it tonight, don't blame us Evenks for being unkind. I can't do anything to you, the granddaughter of an old guest, but this demon you raised can't escape from my palm, at most, let's exchange one life for another, and I'll see Ma Sihai tomorrow!"

If there is a real fight, the two sides will distance themselves, no matter how many people there are in the Evenki tribe, the firearms in the hands of Wushuang and Ma Ya can still have the upper hand, but everything must be reasonable, and if you are framed by others in vain, you have to wash away the injustice. Besides, if the explanation is not clear, it is not only the two of them, but it may also affect the old and young people in Heilongtun.

Wushuang is glad that she didn't bring blue butterflies on this trip, that girl and Ma Yitian are completely two personalities, don't look at her eccentric, if she really encounters a problem of principle, she will definitely not regress, if she is there, she will immediately have to hurt the killer and cause a big disaster.

"Take me to your patriarch. Wushuang put away his gun.

Ma Ya splashed cold water on the Evenks who were stunned by the yellow skins, but this time the Evenks did not move, but just followed them and pressed them into a nearby village.

In the nineties, the mountainous area of the Xing'an Mountains was no longer so primitive and backward, and even the Evenks began to gradually live in brick houses. In addition to their own beliefs, the Evenki people's other living habits have gradually become sinicized. The exterior of the house is made of brick and concrete, and the inside is supported by their traditional cypress shelves.

The courtyard of the patriarch's house is very spacious, and there are corrals on the left and right sides of the yard, and there are more than a dozen reindeer tethered in the corrals, and the reindeer have been domesticated for a long time, and their natural living habits are similar to those of humans, and they all sleep in the corrals after nightfall. But today, the reindeer in the animal pen scanned the surroundings with eyes as alert as copper bells, especially when Wushuang and Ma Ya were pressed into the yard by a group of Evenks, they were even more anxious, pacing back and forth, and making muffled noises in their mouths.

"What's wrong with them?" asked Mushuang.

"Hmph, isn't it because you two thieves stole the White Deer King? The White Deer King is the deer king of our village's sacred beast!" the middle-aged man slapped Wushuang.

"Hey, you'd better be polite!" said Ma Ya unhappily.

The old patriarch in the house heard the people bring back two outsiders, and shouted two words of Evenki in the house. The middle-aged man put down his long knife and bow and arrows and entered the house to talk to the patriarch for a moment, and then walked out. He first bowed deeply in accordance with Han etiquette and apologized.

"Are you really Ma Sihai's family?" he asked.

"Why are you lying to you? My grandfather is Ma Sihai, how many times have I told you, you just don't believe it!" Ma Ya pouted.

"I offended a lot just now, I hope you two will forgive me, we really have a please, and come with me. ”

Ma Sihai's name is not small in the Xing'an Mountains, and the people of all ethnic groups living in the Xing'an Mountains will take the story of Wu Gongyao, a generation of heroes in the Republic of China, with his subordinates fighting wits and courage with little Japan, to educate future generations, and naturally the most talked about is the legend of Ma Sihai, Ma Sihai has done a lot of good deeds in the Xing'an Mountains. The old man is warm-hearted, whoever has a headache and brain fever, as long as you ask for it, he will send you the herbs to dispel cold and poison in the mountains rain or shine. Therefore, in the early years, the old man also often came to this Evenki village.

"Two distinguished guests, the child is rude and hopes to atone for his sins!" In the room, a man in his fifties lay on the kang and said politely. This man doesn't look like he has a strong body, but his face is not very good, as if he has been sick for a long time.

He is the leader of this tribe, according to the previous rules, he should be called Ezhen, and this middle-aged man is called Dural, and he is his son. Two hours ago, an evil wind suddenly blew in the stockade, followed by a foul smell that permeated the village. The clouds blown by the strong wind covered the sand and rocks, and the clansmen hid in the house, but the roar of the White Deer King came from outside the house.

Dural was bold, and rushed out with a long knife, and in the wind, he saw a black shadow riding on the back of the White Deer King and rushing out of the stockade. When the wind weakened, Dural took the men in the village to Lingzi to look for the White Deer King, but he didn't expect to meet the two of them not long after leaving the village.