Purple Pupil's brain is like a mess of numbness, he feels that he has not recovered his memory all of a sudden, but as if his soul lives in someone else's body, those memories of childhood make him both strange and yearning, like a moth to a fire, he clearly feels the danger but still thinks about it, because for a teenager who grew up alone when he was a child, he will have the opportunity to get even the slightest possibility of family affection and love, and he will desperately seize it.

Purple Pupil knows that it is difficult to go to the human world, although he has known Ai Ran for a short time, but after all, they are of the same race, and her love for Sansheng can't be pretended, he hopes that they will return to the demon world first, and there will be a good response along the way, but unfortunately they are all people who cherish each other more than themselves, for the lonely sisters and brothers, there is no other thing in the world that can be more important than each other.

Zitong was anxious, not only for the unknown life experience, but also for the urgency of the return date, he wanted to go back quickly. He didn't want to win anything, he just wanted to find out, because for some people, knowing is more important than getting. He traveled day and night, and soon entered a large area of lush forests and bamboos, which was the realm of the southern capital.

Wuxiang Nandu, this is a mysterious and ancient place, because the whole area is a mountain forest, civilization still retains primitive tribal habits, between villages like the demon clan as a link to live in groups, in this vast and boundless primeval forest, the means of living are not need to worry, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the trees to eat the trees, people can easily get enough means of production through hunting and gathering, but here is also because of excessive wealth and stagnant exploration and development.

Nandu is rich in resources, but also lurks in many unknown dangers, because in the dense forest, it is not only the human race that receives the gift of nature, but also wild beasts and monsters. The tribe needs to make a living in this mountainous area, and they also need some means, such as witchcraft. Witchcraft is well known in Nandu, and every household has to practice this seemingly evil and mysterious method of production, in short, it is just to brew poison by cultivating Gu worms, and they use these potions to smear these potions on their swords or sprinkle them around their dwellings to drive away wild beasts, which is not as mysterious as they imagined.

Of course, the great priests of the tribe may have mastered some more ancient and magical witchcraft, which is not known to outsiders. The only thing that is certain is that the people of the south are naturally hostile to beasts and monsters, and it is their survival instinct to fight and kill others. Zitong didn't go south and north, and he had heard some things about Nandu, but he couldn't fly there this time, so he had to know that there were tigers in the mountains, and he preferred to go to Tiger Mountain.

Not long after he came to the realm of Nandu, he fell into a trap and was caught. The locals saw that except for the different color of his pupils, his whole body was really no different from ordinary people, and after many days of torture without success, he was sent to the tribe's great sacrifice place. The High Priest sat cross-legged in the tent, draped in a heavy hide, his face hidden in the unknown head of the beast on his head, and his eyes and expressions were completely obscure.

"Great Priest, we caught a wild child who broke in from nowhere, please see if this child is a human or a demon?"

The High Priest did not look up at Purple Pupil, but sniffed at him with his nose like a wild beast, and he slowly walked into Purple Pupil's side, as if looking for something in the air, and walked back to his place and sat down. The people around him, even Zitong, wondered in their hearts: Are they human beings or demons?

"Let that kid go, he's here to find his relatives, how can it be a demon?" After the high priest finished speaking, he closed his eyes and seemed to be lost in thought.

Seeing that the high priest no longer spoke, Orion helped Zitong loosen the binding, patted Zitong's shoulder, and expressed his apologies embarrassedly. The purple pupil has not been finished for many days, and it is already dying, and it is about to collapse immediately after untying the rope, and several women hurriedly come up to help the purple pupil out, and when passing by the hunter, the man who was hunting with white eyes was angry, "How can such a good-looking child be a monster?!" ”

Orion touched his head shamefully, and was about to walk out of the tent, when the high priest suddenly spoke: "Whether it is a blessing or a curse, life is not up to oneself, whether it is a man or a demon, and the situation is born from the heart." His voice was far away, it was transmitted into the secret, only the purple pupil heard this sentence, he wanted to ask the high priest what he knew, but it was obvious that he couldn't ask anything, everything needed to be explored by himself, whether it was resurrection, maybe the high priest wanted to persuade him not to be persistent, or maybe it was to encourage him to face the difficulties, of course, these are unknown.

Purple Pupil was served by the women and took a bath, changed into clean clothes, and devoured a few large bowls of meat porridge, her vitality recovered, and her cheeks gradually became rosy, several young girls squatted outside the tent to peek, and a girl was made by her companions to retreat into the house, and the women laughed, and the girl blushed with shame, and ran out with her face covered. Purple Pupil shook her head helplessly. Occasionally, he had a delusion in his heart that maybe the answer was already around him, but he didn't see it.