The two Guluta men left the town with large bags of belongings, and Hao followed them all the way, following over the mountains and mountains, and it took two or three days to enter the habitat of the Kuluta people. During this period, the two were very alert, and had been consciously detouring and observing their surroundings, for fear of being followed.

If the location of the Kuluta is exposed, the disaster to the community may be devastating.

As he penetrated deeper into the territory of the tribe, Hao also found many traps and traps, which were very cleverly disguised... But nothing stopped him.

In the depths of the mountain, Hao stood on the trunk of a tree dozens of meters high, looking down, and below was many peculiar and different small houses, most of which rose from the ground according to the roots of the tree... The roof and porch are also carved with vine patterns unique to the Guluta people.

This race can be seen at a glance and has a culture of advocating nature... The appearance is peaceful.

However, it does not hide the fact that they are of combat blood.

There are more than 100 people scattered on the ground, and their breath is hidden without being noticed... When the evening came, most of the people had slept, leaving only a few soldiers patrolling and guarding, and Hao fell from the branches, and his feet stepped on the ground without making the slightest sound.

Then, in a black shadow, it swept towards a house.

Through his observation during the day, he judged that this relatively large building should be the place where the Kuluta kept books, and someone had walked out of it with books. Not far away, a Guluta tribe seemed to be aware, picked up the oil lamp and turned to shine it, found no abnormality, and continued to walk along the route.

Hundreds of years of oppression and death have made the Guluta people remain absolutely alert even after so long.

Inside, it was pitch black.

But it didn't affect Hazy's vision, and sure enough... Inside is a row of bookshelves with some equipment.

He took out a random book and flipped through it, raising his eyebrows, and found that he couldn't read it at all... The text on it is not a font that is common in the hunter world.

Worst... Forget about it.

The Kuluta people have their own language and script of communication...

He glanced at it, and there were some texts printed with common characters on the bookshelf, but they were basically some common sense and subjects of life, most of which were channels and methods used by the Kuluta people to understand the outside world, as well as some information from other ethnic groups.

After searching for a long time, I finally found a book that I could understand.

But I only understood the images, not the words.

The villains on the page are in various poses, holding weapons in their hands... This is a martial arts technique.

"Yes, too... Such a group is full of uncertainty, and everyone must learn to arm themselves... It seems that this is how the basic skills of Kurapika come about. "With a sigh, this kind of martial art, in his eyes, is too shallow... Couldn't get him interested at all.

He shoved the book back, then stared, took a few steps forward, and raised his hand to grab a book.

This one is placed in a special position, at the top of the middle shelf, and there are no other books around, the book cover is also red, and the text is also very strange.

When he opened it, the first page was a portrait and a slogan like a poem.

There is a sun and a moon in the painting, and a group of villains kneel on the vast earth, as if praying for blessings...

There is also a breeze in the air...

Turn it back and you'll be full of text...

However, on the last page of the book, there is a pattern of a gate, which is exactly the same as the pattern of the Guluta tunics.

"It's really... That door to the Dark Continent? ”

His pupils shrank.

If the speculation is true, that's interesting...

You know, in the original book, the main tone of the Dark Continent is placed on Kurapika... The rich old thief will not do useless work, and he has used such a large amount of ink to take Kurapika as the protagonist, can it be said...

No matter what the outcome of the battle for the throne of the Kajin Empire is, a part of the people on the ship will definitely arrive in the Dark Continent eventually.

The follow-up is most likely to revolve around Kurapika...

"Would you like someone to translate it?"

A thought arose in the air.

Suddenly, he noticed something and tilted his head slightly.

Outside the window behind it, the light burns... It's a torch!

Then, there was the sound of footsteps gathering in a messy manner.

"Come out!"

Someone shouted in a deep voice.

"Actually... was discovered. Hazy was a little surprised, sighed softly, turned around and pushed the door and walked out.

Good guys, as soon as the door opens... I saw dozens of people holding various weapons, staring at them as if they were facing a great enemy, and some... Pull the bowstring full.

At the head is a short old man with a striking scar on his forehead, with his hands behind his back and a stern expression.

It was the Grand Elder of the Kuluta Clan.

In addition to the Great Elder, several other elders in the clan have also arrived...

Some women and children stood at the back, and the children were tightly guarded by adults.

Hazy also sees Kurapika and his good friend Pyro.

"Who are you? What do you want to do by sneaking into our territory? The Great Elder and the man looked at each other, and their expressions changed as they caught a glimpse of the book in Hazy's hand.

What he said was a lingua franca, so he could understand it.

"That's... Can you allow me to explain? ”

Hazy shrugged his shoulders and said cheekily, "I'm a scholar... He is very interested in the culture of various ethnic groups... Especially after learning about your Guluta people, let me state that I have no ill intentions, just to find some past history. I know that you Guluta are very wary of outsiders, and sympathize and mourn for what happened to you in the past, so... I can only do it while you're asleep..."

Serious nonsense.

"We don't welcome outsiders here... Put down what you're on and go! The Great Elder scolded.

Scholar?

Even if they have little contact with the outside world, they haven't seen a single scholar in a suit... No matter how you look at it, this guy can't be related to scholars.

Being touched by an outsider is already an incomparably big risk.

"Don't worry, I won't reveal your location, correspondingly... Can this book be given to me? Rubbings are fine, if you can translate it for me, it would be great, I can pay for it..."

Hazy fully exerts shamelessness to the extreme.

"Or... Make a friend, I leave the book, but I need to know what is written on it... Also, the background related to your Guluta tribe. Are you a native of Luxon? Still is... Ancestors migrated from somewhere else? Hazy asked.

The Great Elder muttered a little, and his tone was low, "I'll say it one last time, put things down and get out of here!" ”

"It seems... The negotiation failed... Alas..."

Hazy sighed, and stuffed the book into his clothes.

This action made the big elder's eyelids jump.

"I'll borrow it for a while, and when I'm done, I'll send it to you..."

He unilaterally issued a notice and decision!

Bandit pie!

“……”

"You bastard!"

"Do it!"

The Great Elder gave an order.

Suddenly, a group of warriors from the Kuluta tribe swooped down on the clouds, and the arrows were shot first.

But no one expected that the warriors with superb martial arts had just approached the man when they were suddenly overturned to the ground.

The arrow feathers flew down, stabbing the surface of the target's body, and they were also bounced away one after another, without causing any damage.

The eyes of the surrounding clansmen turned red one after another.

Their momentum began to climb ...

But the thief's speed turned into an afterimage, like a black lightning bolt scurried up from the gap in the crowd, and in an instant he came to the side of Kurapika, who was only in his early tens, at this moment... Time seemed to slow down, and he looked at the boy... Placed something in the other person's hand.

Then, a gust of wind whipped up Kurapika's hair.

By the time he came back to his senses, the man had turned into a black dot, leaping between several trees like a flea... In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the night.

"Hurry up!"

The Great Elder's eyes were anxious.

A group of people, holding torches, hurried in the direction of the thief's departure...

Kurapika looked down and saw that in his hand was a wallet.

This night is destined to be difficult for the Kuluta tribe......

……

"It's strong... Although he deliberately kept his hand, it was also in order to make them unable to act, and it seems that the effect was smaller than expected... After stimulating the fiery red eyes, their qi, blood and physical strength have obviously been further improved... Even if they didn't completely converge their breath, they could detect this, which means that some of them have a very keen sense... No wonder it can make an impression on the brigade..."

The ghostly figure scurried through the woods, and he glanced back and smiled.

The language of the Kuluta tribe, he doesn't understand... But there must be others who understand, the worst... Isn't there still v5 there?

His intuition told him that this book... Some value.