Almost every day, people die of disease, and bone grinding is just one of them, and it has been more than a month since Ma Whistle returned to sleep in the bear, and so far, the number of deaths has accumulated to more than seventy.

But the horrors of the plague are easing.

Because so few people died!

In later generations, more than 4,000 people died of illness and seventy or eighty were quite high, but to the Indians, this was nothing at all.

In the past few hundred years, many Indian clans have been emptied by the plague.

In the memory of the Indians, the plague is almost synonymous with the end of the world, when hell descends on earth and darkness engulfs everything.

Therefore, in the psychological expectation of the sleeping bear people, if there are three or four thousand people in the whole city, if a few hundred people die in the end, this belongs to the blessing of the great spirit; If a thousand people die, this is a basic operation; If two thousand people died, it was not worth making a fuss.

As a result, I never expected that more than a month later, only a few dozen people died, and most of them were elderly and died without masks, and the plague has almost stopped spreading.

The plague, how could it have been so merciful to the Indians?

So after more than a month of nervousness, many sleeping bears felt as if there was nothing to be nervous about, at least with the presence of the Great Chief, the plague was not worth caring about.

For many, the turning point of the plague was the return of the horse, which was quickly contained as the sun rising from the east to dispel the darkness and melt the ice.

This is certainly not the case.

As early as the rainy day, when people took quarantine measures, the epidemic in Sleeping Bear City had been controlled, but the effect was not immediately apparent.

When the horse whistle returned after a period of quarantine and introduced impressive masks, the containment effect of the epidemic seemed to be very clear.

Facts are facts, but interpretations are man-determined, and in the eyes of many, it is the horse's whistle that dispelled the plague, so people naturally worship and respect him even more.

Coupled with the fact that the old shamanic community was hit hard by the epidemic, this reverence and the oracle quickly penetrated and penetrated into the corners of everyone's heart, including some who were once more stubborn.

This development was something that the deer hand had never expected, and he could not have imagined that the horse whistle could defeat the most terrible of natural disasters such as the plague.

Deerhand had thought that the plague would catch the horse whistle off guard, but now it was himself who was caught off guard.

After this epidemic, the old shaman wilted and cremated, and most of the soldiers he tried to gather ignored him.

What's more, his former friends have shown signs of changing their beliefs, no longer believing in the theories of traditional supremacy and Apache supremacy that he advocates, and have turned to the supremacy of the Great Chief and the supremacy of the Spiritual Oracle.

When beliefs differ, the foundation of trust will also fall apart.

The deer hands no longer dare to trust their former friends.

He was terrified, he feared, and increasingly feared, that his old friend would eventually choose to betray him and tell the whistle what he had said in private.

If that's the case, he's doomed.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and finally went to his son's house and pushed the door directly: "Deer tail!" ”

The young man in the room seemed to be startled, and hurriedly made a move, as if he was hiding something, while complaining: "Father, why don't you knock on the door? ”

"I'm your father, why are you knocking?" "I've never seen you have this habit before." ”

Shiao said: "People are like this now, knock on the door before entering, no matter what it is. It used to be a tent, it was different. ”

Deer Hand obviously didn't care about this: "Okay, okay, I'll discuss something important with you." ”

"What's the matter?" Shikawei asked.

Deer Hand was about to say, but suddenly frowned and pointed to his son's buttocks: "What is this?" ”

Shikao's body stiffened, and he didn't know what to say in a little panic: "Uh......"

Lu Shou couldn't help but say, reached out and tugged at it, and pulled out a book directly from under his son's buttocks - "Spiritual Oracle".

"You're watching the Oracle?!" Although Lu Shou couldn't read a few words, he could still recognize the title of the book, and he was shocked and angry at the moment, and a stream of qi and blood went straight to the top of his head, making him feel dizzy.

Luwei hurriedly panicked and said, "Father, Dad, you listen to me-"

Lushou was furious, and he stepped forward and raised his hand to slap him: "You actually look at this kind of thing, this kind of tampering with traditions and nonsense!" ”

Luwei hurriedly said, "Be quiet, father, the neighbors are going to hear it." ”

Lushou also realized that his voice was loud just now, and immediately suppressed his anger, poked his son's chest and said, "Have you never taken my words to heart?" I'm going to kick those two bastards out of the tribe, and you're secretly reading their books at home? ”

Luwei had a bitter face: "But father, I can't be promoted if I don't understand the "Spirit Oracle", I think it's purely for promotion." ”

The deer hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Then why are you hiding it from me?" ”

Shikawei was speechless.

Looking at his son's expression, the fear in Lushou's heart reached its peak, and he finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth and said, "Call that Comanche friend of yours and go now!" ”

"Oh......" Shikao walked out the door.

After his son went out, he sat down on the chair and slapped the table hatefully.

After a while, Shikawei returned with another young man.

"What's your name?" The deerhand looked at the young man.

"My name is Pointe-Noire." Pointe-Noire's accent is distinctly Comanche. Although many Comanches have a rudimentary grasp of the Apache language, it is inevitable that there are some peculiar accents.

"Black Corner." Deer nodded, "As far as I know, you seem to have a good relationship with Fang Face?" ”

Black Horn didn't speak.

Luwei said at this time: "It's okay, he's my father, you don't have to hide anything." ”

Heijiao glanced at him and finally nodded: "Yes, Square Face is my friend." ”

The deer hand asked again, "Do you still consider him a friend now?" ”

Black Horn hesitated: "A friend is always a friend." ”

Deerhand: "That's good. I came to you this time because I wanted you to accompany me to meet someone, and I also need you to be my translator. ”

"See whom?" Blackhorn wondered.

Deer Hand said slowly: "Prisoners of the labor camp in Sleeping Bear City, the great chief of your Comanche Forest tribe, owl. ”

……

Chieftain's Hall.

"Brother Whistle, your new mask is ready!" The girl ran into the house merrily, and now it was only the little sparrow who whistled like this.

"Thank you, little sparrow." Ma Whistle smiled and took the brand new mask. Masks made of cotton cloth can be reused after high-temperature disinfection, and they must also be reused, otherwise there are not so many materials, but if you use more, you still have to replace them with a new pair.

The little sparrow blushed and said, "Don't thank me, or...... You have to show it with action. ”

"What practical action do you want?" Ma Whistle asked casually.

The little sparrow didn't answer, but her face turned a little redder.

Ma Whistle thought for a moment: "Hmm...... Otherwise, you can come to the Mathematics and Science Refresher School, and I will teach you more mathematics and physics. ”

The little sparrow blinked: "?? ”