I don't know when it started, but in my head it was like the sound of thousands of horses galloping, rumbling and exploding. The sky www.biquge.info was full of smoke, the blood flowed like a river on the ground, and the fish-headed monsters that poured in the mountains and fields like a tide were chasing and biting people with their big mouths, screaming fiercely, blood splashing in the sky, and crying monstrous.

Before the nightmare was over, I opened my eyes suddenly, my body was already dripping with cold sweat, the fish-headed monster in the dream was too ferocious, even if I opened my eyes, I still had palpitations, panting violently.

I slowly calmed down. In the eye is a dilapidated dead wood and grass shed, with moldy yellow grass hanging from the roof, three or two broken trees horizontally, and the air is full of dampness and cold. I turned my head to look and saw myself lying in a dilapidated shack with a tiger skin blanket and a straw bunk underneath me. The shed was a little dim and crudely built, with light coming from the roof and through the cracks in the surrounding stakes.

What is this place? Didn't I fall off a cliff? I wanted to sit up, but my body moved, but it was like a lightning strike, and my whole body hurt and I couldn't use any strength, as if all the bones in my body were falling apart.

As soon as my head sank, I lay down heavily, and the movement of raising my head like this seemed to have exhausted all my strength, and I gasped a few times, and my heart beat inexplicably. By the time I fell off the cliff, I was already unconscious, and the venom of my half-life drunkenness was moving rapidly through my body, and I had no idea what was happening next. Thankfully, I'm still alive.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a fluke. It was a miracle that I could fall off the cliff and not die. However, even if I fell from a cliff, I should have fallen at the bottom of the cliff, so how could I come to such a place?

The shack was clearly built by man.

I touched the tiger fur blanket with some difficulty, it was very soft, and the grass under me was also very dry, and it was a little comfortable to lie down. Now, I can't even move my head and fingers, and I can do small movements, but I can't even turn sideways, let alone check my body.

As he was looking, the fence of the shack was opened, and a muddy boy, about eight or nine years old, walked in with a large melon scoop. He was unclothed, completely naked, except for a ring of animal teeth around his neck and wrists, and his hair hung loosely on the top of his head, and his face was dirty.

I looked at him, and he saw me, but I heard him suddenly scream loudly, throw away the big melon scoop in his hand, and run out again.

When he called me like this, I couldn't help but be clever, I couldn't understand what he said at all, but it wasn't the dialect of the Central Plains.

I didn't know why, but I could only hear the boy running outside and shouting for a while, and through the crack between the doors of the shack, I saw that a lot of people had gathered outside, and there were many figures, and the footsteps were chaotic, and I didn't know how many, and I also heard a piece of speech that I didn't understand.

I looked here and right to know what had happened, when the door of the shack was opened again, and at once there were a dozen brutes with fierce bodies.

The group of them were unclothed, with animal skins and fur around their waists, and some of them only wore a straw coat made of huge leaves, and each of them carried a spear in his hand. Like the boy, the group was all messy, each with a lot of fangs and bones on their bodies, and their faces were painted with more or less colorful paint, and some of them had their entire faces painted with red paint. The spears in their hands were made very haphazardly, made of crooked thin wooden sticks with a piece of iron tied to the top. In that case, it wasn't a spear at all.

"Who are you?"

I was taken aback by the crowd rushing in, and with a cold shout at them, I twisted my body and moved towards the corner of the shack. I still can't figure out if they're friend or foe, and I don't know what they're trying to do. But as I writhed, I gasped and moved my body, as if I was dragging the separated bones in my body to move, like a knife.

At this moment, a tall and fat man standing at the front took two steps closer to me, stretched out his palm and shook it at me, but he opened his mouth to say a long word.

This man was a little different from the others, he had the most animal bones hanging on his body, a small wooden bowl in his hand, a colorful feather round hat on his head, and a fat intestine on his head.

He said a call, but he yelled a lot, and I couldn't understand what he said, so I looked at him and said, "What Your Excellency is saying, I don't understand it at all, do you speak the Central Plains dialect?"

But what I said was undoubtedly nonsense, and his face showed a hint of confusion, and he looked at me a little strangely, and then said something that I didn't understand. Probably because I was afraid that I wouldn't understand, this person was pointing fingers while talking, and it looked a little funny. But after talking for a long time, I still didn't hear any clue.

But they don't seem to have any malicious intentions, otherwise I would have been killed by them a long time ago, so why wait until I wake up to attack me. I breathed a sigh of relief and secretly confessed that I was suspicious.

When the fat man had finished speaking, the others around him began to exchange words and point at me. It was like looking at me like a freak. At this moment, a thin old man whispered something in the ear of the fat man, and I saw the fat man's eyes light up, and he danced with his hands, stretched out his hand and pointed out the door, and shouted.

This cry was like an order, and the thin old man quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed a few times, got up and ran out of the door.

It didn't take long for the thin old man to run back, followed by an elderly woman. She kowtowed to the fat man a few times, fell to the ground and said a few short words, and the fat man waved his hand, but looked at her and pointed at me, his thick lips grinning, as if giving her an order.

The old woman kowtowed a few more times, and then she stood up, her body was wrapped in a circle of wide leaves, and I don't know what kind of tree branches and leaves, but her whole body was wrapped in it, and she also looked unkempt. She looked at me for a long time, pulled a strange tone, and said, "You...... What is it?"

She wanted to ask me who I was. I was overjoyed for a while, and finally there was a person who could speak the Central Plains dialect in my heart, and I looked at her and said, "In Xia Gu Tian, you are a person from Middle Earth, dare to ask what kind of place is this? Who are you?"

However, after I said so much in a row, her old face was confused, and she tilted her head, as if thinking about the meaning of my words, and pointed to herself for a long time before saying, "Ato, Ato." ”

I couldn't help but be stunned, it turned out that she didn't know how to speak the dialect of the Central Plains, and she didn't answer a word of what I asked. I wanted to reach out and point at her, but I couldn't lift my arm, just looked at her and said, "Your name is Ato?"

A smile suddenly appeared on her face, she put her hands on her chest, and said, "Ato, I, Ato." Then she pointed to the fat man next to her and said, "Ramru." ”

I followed her finger and looked at the fat man in front of me, his eyes were shining, and his face was expectant, and I said, "His name is Ramru?"

When the fat man heard me call his name, he suddenly grinned, raised his arms above his head, and shouted, "Ramru!"

I couldn't laugh or cry, and after talking for a long time, I only asked the names of two people, and it seemed that I wanted to ask something from their mouths, but there was no hope. However, I could tell from their expressions that they were not ill-intentioned, but rather that they were very welcoming to me as an outsider. At this time, the old woman named Atto pointed at me and said, "You, what are you?"

I sighed and said, "I'm looking at the sky." ”

Atto asked again, "Are you, heaven?"

It seemed that she could only speak a few words in the Central Plains dialect, and she didn't even know how to pronounce my surname, so I nodded slightly and said, "Yes, my name is Gu Tian." ”

Ato, they were rejoicing, and a group of people said my name a few times, but only the word "heaven" was spoken. I couldn't let go of being watched by dozens of them, and I was just about to try to ask Atto which tribe they were, when suddenly, there was a stabbing pain in my right arm.

At first, the pain was a little bit in my forearm, but in the blink of an eye, the pain quickly spread like seaweed, deep into the bones, as if someone had slashed and scraped the skin.

I gasped, and cold sweat ran down my head almost immediately. I turned my head with difficulty to see that my entire right arm was wrapped in layers of broad leaves, which were tied with a rope made of yellow grass and tied in a knot.

They all saw my strangeness, but there was a commotion. The man named Ramru shouted loudly, and dozens of men in the shack hurried out, and when they were gone, only Ramru and Atto and the thin old man were left in the shack.

Could it be that after I fell off the cliff, my whole right arm was shattered? I couldn't say a word of pain when I thought about it in my head, and my whole right arm was now separated from my body, and the pain was unbearable.

After the others were gone, Rumru and Atto hurriedly gathered around me. The old man reached out to untie the leaves wrapped around my right arm, and he untied them layer by layer, and as the leaves on my right arm were removed, I felt the pain in my arm getting worse and worse.

Ramru opened the lid of the small wooden bowl in his hand, and a strong smell of medicine came out of the wooden bowl. I saw him pick up a small wooden stick beside him, put it into the wooden bowl and stir it, and when he took it out again, it was black slime like silt.

Atto pointed at me beside me, pointing at the wooden bowl in Ramru's hand and at my arm, and said a few words that I half-understood, as if to explain that they were healing me.