"I'll go!" After a long silence, a voice finally rang out.

All eyes were on the source of the voice.

It was a little kid who looked like he was only eight or nine years old.

He is not tall, with tiger eyes and thick eyebrows, although his clothes are ragged, but he can't stop the look in his eyes.

"Don't mess around!" the patriarch's face turned gloomy and he scolded angrily.

"Patriarch, I'm also from the tribe, why can't I go?"

"You're still young, you don't know what the drums represent?"

"I know, aren't you just going to give it to that monster?"

"Wow~"

As soon as these words came out, it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and a wave of sound was set off in the dead and silent tribe.

"What a kid is talking about!"

"The mountain lord has great powers, let him hear that there will be disasters!"

"Daddy, what is a youkai?"

"Shhhhh

"Eminem, will Lord Shanjun eat the patriarch them?"

......

"Quiet!" the patriarch shouted at the top of his voice.

But at this time, the clansmen seemed to have finally found a breakthrough in panic, they didn't even know what they were talking about, they just flushed their faces, yelled hysterically, screamed, where would they care about anything else.

"Bell!"

The sound of the gong was deafening in the tall forested tribe, and the sound was instantly suppressed.

"Quiet!" the patriarch handed back the gong in his hand and drank again.

After the restlessness stopped, the patriarch looked at the seven or eight-year-old child and said in a deep voice, "Do you know that as long as we go out of the tribe today, it means that we will never come back!"

"I know. The child's voice was calm, "I don't have a father, I don't have Eminem, I'm dead, I'm dead." I'm not afraid. ”

"Good! good!" the patriarch praised twice, he looked at the clansman holding the gong, and lowered his voice, "Wind, you know what to do. ”

The child's gaze remained on the patriarch, and at this time, with the patriarch's movements, he turned to the clansman holding the gong, and met the other party's eyes.

He couldn't tell what kind of eyes they were, but this man was just like his name, and you could only feel his presence when the wind blew through the forest. And usually he barely felt presence, at least if he hadn't heard the whispers of the patriarch, he wouldn't even know the name of this person.

The child's eyes were rolling, his thoughts were flying, and suddenly he felt that it was dark in front of him and he lost consciousness.

......

"What about the patriarchs?"

The child had already woken up, no matter how high and deep the forest was, he couldn't cover the sky, he looked at the stars in the sky and the giant trees that passed quickly, lowered his voice, and said softly.

"Gone. Feng Ben was a taciturn man, but at this moment he suddenly wanted to speak.

He wrapped all the sound in the wind, not letting it drift away, but only sending it into his ears.

The child was silent for a moment, "Where are we going now?"

"I don't know. ”

"Don't know?"

"Well, get out of the mountain. ”

"Why me?"