Finally... What we expected came out!

However, after we saw it, each of us felt like we were being mixed up, time instantly froze to the extreme, the scene in front of us suffocated us, a few fur huts, already dilapidated, and then looked up and it was still the same, it looked abandoned for a long time, now we had an indescribable feeling in our hearts, Liu Yu even stomped his feet in anger and sighed deeply.

But Uncle Quan on the side was as calm as an ice cube, keeping his head down and staring at his feet, revealing a sharp look from his eyes.

My eyes also followed to the feet, the ground is very clean, there are no fallen leaves, the soil is solid, not like it has been abandoned for a long time, and this road is not overgrown with weeds, it can be seen that this should not be a deserted place, but in this place, who will live in this kind of dilapidated grass hut, I muttered again, and at this time, Liu Yu and others were so anxious that they shouted that they wanted to go back, and Uncle Quan on the other side stopped after taking a few steps forward, and made a gesture to make us quiet.

"Xiao Qi, come here." The man in black walked over.

At this time, I also found footprints on the ground, which are different from all of our shoe prints, there are only a few before and after, and there are only two people's footprints, the footprints are outward, although not very clear, this can be determined, someone has been here, and not long ago, but we didn't meet anyone when we came, I followed the footprints all the way down, the footprints continued to Uncle Quan's side, and then disappeared, but there was a bush in front of me, and suddenly I felt "chuckle"!

"Bang!" It was at this time that Uncle Quan and Xiao Qi were inexplicably attacked, and a bamboo stick with a thick arm hit Uncle Quan's head, all of them had no defense, and staggered back a few steps, Xiao Qi reacted very quickly, grabbed the bamboo stick, pulled it back, and a brown shadow followed and threw it out, Xiao Qi squatted down, knelt on it, and his arm tightly clasped him, subduing him to the ground.

"Whoosh...", a few more sounds, as the grass floated, another brown shadow fled, Xiao Qi just wanted to get up and chase after him, but was stopped by Uncle Quan.

I was stunned from the sidelines, but Xiao Qi's eyebrows were still calm, as if nothing had happened.

Lying on the ground was a person, who had been suppressed by Xiao Qi, but there was no struggle, as if he was dead, Uncle Quan kicked him twice, but there was still no movement, Xiao Qi reached out and put it in front of his nose, and after making sure that there was no problem, he let go of his hand.

"I used too much force just now and knocked him unconscious."

Uncle Quan nodded.

Uncle Quan turned the man over, and a rough face appeared in front of us, wearing a brown leather coat, carrying a bow on his back, very dirty and shabby, his hair was weedy and messy, and the big beard did not look like people of our time, but it was easy to lurk in this grass and woods.

Xiao Jiu took a few steps back and exclaimed, "This is a wild man!" I've seen it on TV! ”

Uncle Quan started to get the backpack, just a few steps away, swaying and almost falling, Liu Yu helped her, Uncle Quan touched his head and sat down, and said, "Xiaoyu, you go to the backpack and take out the rope to tie him up." "It seems that Uncle Quan's blow was not light.

After Liu Yu tied up the "wild man", he took out a lighter, a few cigarettes, and a few things wrapped in paper balls, and when they opened them, there were some white crystals inside.

Can savages smoke?

"Wrap it up, this thing is poisonous." Xiao Qi said.

"This thing is used to smear on arrowheads." Uncle Quan walked over.

Liu Yu broke out in a cold sweat and asked, "Then, does the person who escaped just now also have this thing?" ”

After listening to Liu Yu, I also broke out in a cold sweat, no one knows this, maybe there will be, maybe not.

"Then why don't we hurry back now?"

Uncle Quan frowned and said, "There is no need to go back, someone will come out to greet us in a while, we just need to wait here." ”

Sure enough, a few minutes later, a group of footsteps was heard in the distance, and then a group of people appeared in front of them, about thirteen or fourteen, dressed in old clothes, all carrying bows and arrows, and the leader was an old man, who frowned even more when he saw us, and shouted at us: "You people, don't hurt my son!" ”

A few dozen meters away from us, the group of people lined up, drew their bows and arrows, and made the appearance of "your life is already in our hands".

Uncle Quan took a few steps forward, and the old man stopped him: "Don't come here, foreigner!" ”

The archer tightened the arrows, which could be released at any moment.

"Old man, don't get me wrong, we're not bad people." Uncle Quan explained.

"How can a bad man say that he is a bad man, do not harm my son."

"Old man, you really misunderstood, you see that there are only four of us, and we don't have any weapons, we are really not bad people."

The old man glanced at us, waved his hand to let them put down the bow and arrow in their hands, and then looked at us carefully a few times, let out a cold snort from his nose, instantly changed his face, and slowly walked towards us, I was surprised, and his vigilance was relaxed to such an extent, he approached the person who was bound by us, and the man gradually woke up, and opened his eyes to see the old man, and his eyes were full of tears.

The old man untied the rope and patted him on the shoulder, and the man was about to speak, but was stopped by a gesture from Lao Tzu, and he obediently closed his mouth, and the old man turned to us and waved his hand at the archers.

Several men came over and snatched our backpacks from us, and after searching our bodies, the old man spoke: "You foreigners, come with me." ”

We were led forward by them, and surrounded by this group of people, there was a feeling of captivity, and they still stared at us tightly, holding their bows and arrows tightly, and they never let go.

Gradually, the front widened, becoming a large open space, there appeared sparse crowds, but there were few people, they lived not in the fur huts we saw at the beginning, but some tents that wanted to be ermine, supported by rows of sticks, like yurts, scattered in different places, this old man should be a patriarch of high prestige, these clansmen will bow when they see the old man walking in front, and then stare at us again, as if they saw the devil, Far from us.

We were taken into a large "yurt", which was the residence of the patriarch, much more luxurious than the others, divided into several small rooms with curtains, and the curtains and some hanging things that could not be named, were made of very beautifully carved mink, not of animals and words, but of a very abstract person, and there were several large bronze objects of unknown use.

After the archers had retreated, the old man's son also went behind the tent.