"All these years, and closed primitive tribes?"

Ma Ya pointed to an old pine tree beside them and said, "Look at it, this antler-shaped totem carved on the trunk is the mark of their tribe." Their beliefs are not the same as those of the outside world, they worship the white deer king, and the deer is an animal that is afraid of people being disturbed, so the Evenks never associate with our Heilongtun people.

"How can there be such a tribe? I've heard of the Evenks, but I haven't heard of them and there is another tribe that still hasn't moved out of the Xing'an Mountains. Wasn't Xing'anling the territory of the Manchurians in the past? How could they be allowed to believe in the White Deer King?"

Suddenly, a strong wind swept behind Wushuang, and Wushuang subconsciously bent down and lowered his head, and swished a feathered arrow against the trunk of the tree in front of him right in front of his scalp.

"I'll ...... I believed it...... "Wushuang took Ma Ya's hand and ran away."

There were several wild alien savages shouting and scolding from behind, and the two did not dare to turn back, and fled towards the northwest of the Xing'an Mountains.

There was the sound of more and more people chasing behind them, and a feather arrow flew behind the two, and even one of them had already shot through the Wushuang shirt, fortunately it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the Wushuang wore a wide coat, or it was not a joke that the arrow pierced the arm.

"I'm going, what's the matter? Is this going to play with us? I've never heard of the Evenks being so cruel? Isn't the whole world the king's land, they're crazy?" Wushuang is not afraid of those monsters and demons in the ridge, but the other party is a person, and there are more than one or two, and the bow and arrow on his back are chasing after him, you don't shoot back, the Mosin Nagant gun is a Russian sniper rifle in World War II, as long as you focus on the target, immediately tear the hole and let the enemy be killed on the spot, then who is this trouble? He can't afford the crime of illegal possession of firearms.

"I don't know, maybe there has been an accident in their village in the past few days, right? There were hunters who broke into the territory before, and they were only tied up and sent back with a few warnings?"

"The point is that the Evenks are not wild beasts in the mountains, so how can they go to the mountains to hunt without sleeping in the middle of the night? It can't be sent by Tong Sixi, right?" Wushuang speculated.

"No, no, the Evenks are very loyal to their beliefs, and they won't have dealings with outsiders, don't talk about it yet, brother, let's go to the side of the Dragon Cutting Ridge." "Ma Ya built yì. The generation of the dragon mountain is the forbidden land of the entire Xing'an Mountains, whether it is the Evenks, or the local hunters or the Manchu villages, they all talk about the tiger's color change, and no one dares to approach it lightly.

Just as the two of them hesitated, a large net suddenly fell on their heads, covering the two young lovers in it, and the dagger in the handsless hands was indeed sharp, but it was not possible to break free from the trapping net immediately. After a little delay, the group of Evenks behind them had already surrounded them. Knives, bows and arrows were pointed at them.

Wushuang didn't want to provoke them by making senseless resistance, since the ethnic minority people were simple, I believe that they would not be embarrassed after knowing their identity. He stood up, threw Mosinnagant to the ground, and raised his hands above his head with a comical expression, like a traitor captured in battle.

"Our land, the good people greatly. ”

"Brother, what are you talking about? When are you still joking?"

A strong man in his thirties walked out from behind the crowd wearing an animal skin, holding a long knife on his shoulder, and carrying a bow and arrow behind his back. His eyes glared angrily at the two young men who had broken into the territory, and at first he muttered a bunch of Evenki words that they didn't understand.

Although Wushuang didn't understand this sentence, the middle-aged man seemed to say the word "sive?" in the first sentence, the word Wushuang was not unfamiliar, he grew up in the Dong family when he was very young, and Dong Ye would teach him a few words of Manchu when he held his beloved grandson. There seems to be this pronunciation in the Manchu language, which means: Who are you?

The origins of the Evenki language can be traced back to the ancient stone language, which is the same as the Mongolian language and the Mongolian language, at least the transliteration of this sentence has not changed.

"We are from Heilongtun, and Ma Sihai is my second grandfather!"

"Ma Sihai, Heilongtun, Baobao old guest?" The middle-aged Ewenki man can speak Chinese.

"Yes, that's my grandfather, why are you arresting us? We didn't steal your stuff, we just passed outside your stockade. "Ma Ya is very good at looking at the unequaled eyes and talking.

"Even if you belong to Ma Sihai's family, I can't let you go, say, did you steal the White Deer King?" The middle-aged man put the long knife on Wushuang's neck.

The Evenks were originally a very kind people, and their people were as docile as the reindeer they raised, and today's anger is probably related to the theft of the White Deer King. And Ma Sihai is holding treasures, and holding treasures belongs to the thief branch, so he naturally can't get out of it.

The middle-aged man was furious, and his rough big hand clenched the long knife, the blade of which had already cut through Wushuang's neck. If Wushuang didn't give him a satisfactory explanation, I was afraid that these two people would have to be confessed to the Evenks before they could reach the Yin Wind Valley.

At the critical moment, the white-haired and yellow-skinned man jumped down from the tree, stood in front of the man and looked up at him with those round little mung bean eyes. The sturdy middle-aged man didn't know what this was about, so he subconsciously glanced at it, just looking at each other, he only felt that the pupils of this white-haired little beast were rotating clockwise a little bit, and the speed of rotation was getting faster and faster, and he was dizzy and had no energy at all. The long knife in his hand fell to the ground, and the man fell backwards.

The rest of his clan felt strange and stepped forward to see what kind of magic the two intruders had used, but there was no doubt that they all lost consciousness and fainted to the ground at a glance.

Wushuang used a dagger to cut through the trapping net, and grabbed Ma Ya's hand and wanted to run.

"You little brute, it's quite useful at the critical moment, raise you Zhenhui, eat everything, the key is that you don't have to buy imported dog food, save more money!" Wushuang touched the white hair on the back of the little guy in a complimentary manner.

As soon as they wanted to leave, they suddenly heard the sound of drumming in the forest, the drum beat was very rhythmic, slow and fast, it didn't sound like the drum beat of pop music, nor like the melodious sound of folk music, but more like the strange sound of percussion when ethnic minorities held sacrifices in some ancient ceremony.

"Oh no! It's an Evenki shaman!"

Before he could finish speaking, an old man with a wooden staff came out of the woods while beating a tambourine and twisting his fat waist. The old man was also dressed in animal skins, except that many strips of colored cloth were tied around his waist, legs, and arms, and the strips of cloth kept swaying to the rhythm of his tambourine.