"Let's drink soup~"

Jiang Bai took out a bowl of soup and handed it to him, Xiao Shi didn't care if it was hot or not, he drank it when he picked it up.

"Hot, drink slowly." Jiang Bai looked at it with a smile.

Ignoring the identity of this little hilichurl monster, it's still quite cute.

Xiaoshi was a little burned, and it was obviously burned to the mouth, but it was like a foot being burned, as if it was stepping on an iron plate of teppanyaki, and it was fanning in with its mouth open while jumping.

But when he tasted the taste, he quickly ignored it and drank it in large gulps, which was very pleasant from the point of view of his posture.

“huhu~valo~”

Jiang Bai estimated that he might be saying thank you or something like a good drink, and he was in a good mood.

He served himself a bowl, sat down on the hay, and drank the soup slowly.

The smell of fresh soup permeated the cave, and before I knew it, all the hilichurls had gathered.

A big hilichurl with a big head looked at the soup in Jiang Bai's bowl, but under the majesty of the old shaman, they didn't make any moves, just watched Jiang Bai drink the soup and swallowed their saliva.

Jiang Bai found that this hilichurl camp was still very disciplined, if it was a normal hilichurl, they would have come over and rob it directly, where would they do it and watch nothing?

But these big hilichurls are different, even if they are longing, they just choose to watch obediently.

In this hilichurl camp, the highest status are the two old hilichurl shamans, followed by the hilichurl big guys, the young hilichurls are quite taken care of, and the most disadvantaged are the ordinary hilichurls who don't know anything, as for the slime, it is purely a toy for the hilichurls, and has no status.

This form of non-distinction between status by force has already taken the rudiments of civilization.

Jiang Bai felt that they should be special, because he hadn't found such a trait in other hilichurl camps, and of course, it could be that he hadn't carefully observed the hilichurl group before.

He decided to wait until he left the cave to see if the other hilichurl tribes in the Snow Mountains were like this.

Seeing that the water of these hilichurls was about to flow out, he condensed stone bowls one by one, and each hilichurl gave out a bowl of soup.

Not much, just guarantee that there is a small half bowl in each bowl.

“valo~”

Everyone who received the soup said the same word, and after listening to it more than a dozen times in a row, Jiang Bai had memorized the word.

He felt that his understanding should be correct, so he also replied:

“valo~”

“dada~”

“mosi mita~”

The hilichurls were very happy, they took the soup and sat casually on the ground, relaxed and comfortable.

If you ignore their monster identities, this scene is still very warm.

Jiang Bai poured the last bit of soup residue in the pot into his bowl, and obviously boiled a big pot, but he didn't drink a few sips.

Perhaps they had never eaten such a delicious soup, but the hilichurls licked their bowls clean, and even the spicy ginger pieces were all eaten into their stomachs, and there was not a single one left.

It's not that Jiang Bai's soup is delicious, it's just that the way these hilichurls handle food is so simple that adding a little seasoning is already a supreme delicacy for them.

Seeing that the soup in the pot was gone, they drooped their shoulders and looked sluggish.

“tomo~”

I don't know which hilichurl said a word, and then the sound of 'tomo' rang out in the cave.

Jiang Bai didn't understand what this meant, but he felt that it should be a good word.

He is like a child who is just beginning to learn to speak, clumsily learning the words he hears.

“tomo~”

“mosi mita~”

“mosi mita~”

It's obviously a conversation between the bull's head and the horse's mouth, but it's still a good communication.

Tang Jiangbai didn't drink a few sips, so he could only nibble on cakes to satisfy his hunger.

He nibbled on bread as he wandered around the camp, and because he drank his soup, the hilichurls had a good opinion of him, and did not hinder him wherever he went.

It's just that he walked around the entire camp and didn't find anything special except for the ice wall.

Maybe the graffiti on the stone wall could convey some information, but it was too abstract for him to understand.

Repeater communication wasn't real communication either, he mimicked their vocabulary but didn't understand the meaning at all.

"If only there were people who were proficient in hilichurl language, then you would know what they meant......."

Jiang Bai felt a little pity, but he didn't regret it, after all, the camp was here, and he could come again next time.

These hilichurls also live in relatively secluded places, so they shouldn't have to worry about encountering powerful adventurers and then being wiped out.

He was going to go back and find out if there were any linguists in this area, and study the hilichurl language.

Jiang Bai thought so, packed his things, and prepared to leave.

Since you can't find any useful information and can't really communicate, there's no point in staying here.

He still has business to do, and he can't afford to delay here for too long.

Anyway, he can teleport, and when he's bored, he can teleport nearby, and then he can come back.

Seeing that he was leaving, the hilichurl shaman took out a piece of meat from the hut that they had stored and gave him a gift.

The hind leg meat of this wild boar is quite well preserved and completely frozen for maximum freshness.

“tomo~mosi mita!”

Friends eat meat.

The old shaman lifted the meat.

Although the language barrier, Jiang Bai did feel this heart.

"No, no, you can keep it for yourselves!"

He didn't answer, and stuffed the old shaman with a handful of sweet flowers.

Seeing that Jiang Bai didn't want it, the old shaman hurriedly ran back to the wooden house with sweet flowers and frozen meat, and pulled out a small mask from the wooden box.

The mask resembles the one they wore on their faces, but it was much smaller, like a decorative pendant.

The old shaman handed the small mask to Jiang Bai, and said something that Jiang Bai couldn't understand.

"A gift for me?"

Jiang Bai took the small mask, which was only half the size of his palm, and he couldn't understand what the old shaman said, so he defaulted to it as a gift.

I found a rope and threaded it through the hole in the eye of the mask to make a small ornament.

“mosi mita~”

Seeing Jiang Bai accept the gift, the old shaman danced, and the other hilichurls also danced.

They seem to dance when they feel happy.

Jiang Bai learned for a while, and found that he danced the hilichurl dance like a fool, and he put down his hand as if nothing had happened, pretending that he had not done anything.

After watching them dance, Jiang Bai said goodbye to them.

Looking at Jiang Bai's figure, the old shaman raised the big staff in his hand and waved it, as if he was saying goodbye to Jiang Bai.

Jiang Bai waved his hand, tied the mask ornament to the Vision of God, and walked forward without looking back.

He's already remembering the location and coming back next time.

"Alas, it's better not to do it casually when you meet hilichurls in the future......"

Although it's a monster, when you can communicate, you can't treat it as an ordinary monster anymore.

In particular, he also accepted gifts from others.