Tribal life was hard, and there were no lights in the room.

After a medium-cooked barbecue feast, Song Ziyu returned to his residence in disarray, and then touched the fluffy thing on the bed.

Good guy, Qiuqiu is lying naked on the bed, waiting for her own luck.

But Song Ziyu didn't like this and sent Qiuqiu away.

For this bad habit, Song Ziyu understands it very well.

Song Ziyu, who has read a lot of history books, certainly understands that in the uncivilized environment of ancient times, the inheritance rights between families and tribes are likely to be passed on to nephews rather than their own sons, which has a genetic origin.

Because, in this chaotic era, a man may really not know whether his son is his son or not, because cuckolding between people is simply commonplace, and even the first emperor who opened the 2,000-year-old imperial dynasty will inevitably end up being slept with.

But in that muddy era, for a man, a nephew is really your nephew, which is a bloodline inheritance that cannot be faked.

……

In the next two days, Song Ziyu spent the rest of his time in the tribe to understand the situation with the tribal elders, except for returning to the source world to communicate with Xihe.

To be able to become an elder of a tribe, this dying old native is not an ordinary commodity, he must be the most knowledgeable person in the entire tribe, responsible for communicating with the gods, responsible for guiding the development of the tribe, and also has the identity of a witch doctor.

During the communication with the elders of this tribe, Song Ziyu learned some information about this world.

First of all, the human beings in this vast forest belong to the "fugitives".

According to the Elders, the elders of each tribe have been passed down from generation to generation, and if they walk out of the forest, they will encounter death, and their souls will be enslaved by demons.

"What demon?"

Song Ziyu asked.

"Corpse people."

The elder explained, "They are the natural enemies of humans! They feed on humans, and once a human is bitten by a corpse person, they will soon be transformed into a corpse tribe...... We fled into this forest in order to survive. My teacher had warned me not to go out of the forest, or I would be in a situation from which I would never recover. ”

Song Ziyu seemed to know what he wanted to know, so he asked, "Where are these corpse people?" ”

Hearing Song Ziyu's inquiry, the elder immediately said, "In the north...... To the north of the forest, there is a demonic city called Quesanindu, where those corpse people gather! ”

Quezaindu!

Hear the word!

Song Ziyu suddenly became excited for no reason.

I finally have some clue about my own crossing mission.

Thinking of this, Song Ziyu opened his mouth and asked, "Elder, do you know where Quisain is?" ”

Hearing this, the elder couldn't help but shudder: "No one knows...... The humans who know it have either been eaten by the corpse people or transformed into corpse people, which is a forbidden area for us humans. ”

Song Ziyu nodded silently, it seems that he has to get a map to the north.

In this regard, Song Ziyu did not panic.

Song Ziyu planned to build an forward base nearby, and then bring the people of the Blood Fang Clan.

The natural resources of this plane are quite abundant, and if you don't do anything else, even if you cut down the wood and bring it back to the source world and sell it to other chambers of commerce and clans, it will be able to make a lot of money, of course, if you can catch a few rare species and go back to the auction, wouldn't it be realized.

Thinking of this, Song Ziyu's motivation is even more sufficient.

However, the calm days were not destined to last long, and accidents soon happened.

……

On this day, Song Ziyu took a few natives to hunt in the forest.

Hunting naturally requires the means of hunting.

Song Ziyu disdained to use firearms and weapons in the primeval forest.

That kind of dimensionality reduction blow is completely pointless.

Song Ziyu selected the best wood, and then made a simple bow, and used the tendons extracted from the saber-toothed tiger as a bowstring to create a strong bow.

As we all know, in the matter of archery, Song Ziyu has experienced long-term training, coupled with the ability to focus, Song Ziyu's archery skills are very powerful.

In the competition with these natives, Song Ziyu was super skilled in archery, hunted a large number of prey in the forest, and was once again worshiped by the natives.

But the joy doesn't stop there!

Smoke burned everywhere.

When Song Ziyu and the natives returned to the tribal camp, they found that the originally orderly camp had suddenly become chaotic.

Song Ziyu hurried back to the camp and found that there was no one in the camp!

And that's not all!

What made Song Ziyu even more angry and painful was that!

Song Ziyu saw a scorched body standing in the middle of the camp, scorched by the flames.

The body was impaled on a stick......

Song Ziyu took a closer look, who was it not Qiuqiu!

Damn it!

Whose hand is this?

Even if you kill someone, you have to brutally pierce people on wooden sticks and barbecue them like this.

"Eat ......"

Just when Song Ziyu was stunned, the charred corpse actually came to life!

Qiuqiu, who was burned to the ground, had red eyes and began to mess around.

Seeing this scene, Song Ziyu instantly understood everything.

It's a zombie!

Zombies have come.

Song Ziyu's face showed pain, and he couldn't help but drop his palm and kill the zombie.

Crying all around, the surviving natives fell into a state of despair.

"Crying for what?"

Song Ziyu scolded loudly: "It's not over yet!" ”

"It's all over, our tribe is all over, everyone has been captured...... Woooooooo ”

One of the natives cried.

"Does crying solve the problem? Idiot! ”

Song Ziyu roared loudly: "We need a tooth for a tooth." ”

"How? We listen to you! ”

The natives wiped away their tears and looked at Song Ziyu one after another.

Song Ziyu said slowly: "Looking at the destruction of the tribe, I believe that those guys will not go far, let's catch up and kill them all!" ”

"Can we do it? Those are corpse people. ”

There are natives who are scared.

But Song Ziyu sneered and said, "If you are afraid, you can stay, and if you are not afraid of death, follow me!" ”

After speaking, Song Ziyu directly led people out of the camp.

These natives may only be considered a scumbag in terms of strength, but they have extremely good forest tracking capabilities.

With the help of these natives, Song Ziyu soon discovered the route of the enemies who had attacked the tribal camp to leave.

That's a stubborn army!

Song Ziyu stared at these guys in the dark, and found that these guys, without exception, were all zombies!

A team of highly disciplined zombies is escorting the captive tribesmen towards the north.

"It's too much...... We can't help it! ”

One of the natives let out a desperate exclamation.

Song Ziyu sneered and said, "You don't have to do it, just look at it." ”

After speaking, Song Ziyu jumped vertically and horizontally and flew towards the marching zombie army.

At this moment!

Song Ziyu had only one thought in his mind!

Kill, kill them all!

Avenge Qiuqiu!

Some people died, but not completely......