Yang Jian compared the strength of the two sides, and found that he couldn't beat or escape, so he immediately asked helplessly: "That, do you believe me when I say I'm a human race?"

Hearing this, all the men around were stunned, and then they all laughed, they were all the first time they had encountered such a funny "monster". Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Jian also felt very embarrassed, but compared to his life, nothing mattered.

He only cheekily asked again, "Can you let me go, I will repay you." ”

In fact, when he said this, he himself felt stupid, how could people let him go.

Sure enough, as soon as his words fell, a man with a spear suddenly said: "Don't talk to him, kill him quickly, and continue to look for prey, the cave is coming, and we are still a lot short of food for the winter." ”

When Yang Jian heard this, his whole body trembled, and he secretly thought: "As long as you can live, after you reach that tribe, maybe you can find a way to recover your body, maybe the Kunpeng totem will wake up again, and when the time comes, there will be the possibility of living, if you die now, there will be no hope." ”

So, he hurriedly said, "Don't, don't, don't kill me." I'll just go with you, and the food that lives will last longer. ”

Several of these people were obviously a little moved, but one man said: "No, this is already a refinement, and besides, he looks cunning, and it is too dangerous to let him live." ”

Hearing this, everyone who had shown their intentions before showed their fierce intent, and everyone slowly surrounded Yang Jian.

Yang Jian knew that they were going to make a move, but they couldn't tell Yang Jian's truth or reality, and he was afraid that he would have any means, so he would be cautious now.

"Could it be that I didn't die at the hands of the monsters, but I want to die at the hands of the human race?" Yang Jian couldn't help but think sadly, as for resisting or something, he couldn't raise his strength at all.

A few spears suddenly checked towards Yang Jian, and the sharp edge of the third spear made Yang Jian tremble, and Yang Jian almost saw his blood soaring.

Yang Jian couldn't help but close his eyes, and said in his heart: "It's over!"

Suddenly, at this moment, a slightly old voice came out: "Slow!"

Yang Jian heard this voice, only to hear the sound of heaven, and then, after not feeling pain for a long time, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Alas, why do people who save people always have to speak up until this moment, I really think it's fun to play with heartbeats!" Yang Jian thought secretly as he began to look for someone who had saved his life.

Yang Jian quickly locked on to the target, he saw that all the men had withdrawn their weapons, and gave up a position, and in front of him, there was an old man standing, who was looking at him with a strange look, needless to say, it must be this old man who saved him.

"Nima, this old man doesn't have any bad habits, right! You can look at me like a mouse, what a heavy taste!"

"Am I going to die, or should I obey him?"

At this moment, the old man suddenly smiled and said, "Well, that's good!"

It seems that this old man seems to be very satisfied with Yang Jian.

Seeing this, Yang Jian confirmed his guess even more, and suddenly sighed in his heart: "Alas, the temperance is not guaranteed, and it is still lost in the hands of such an old man, or I will simply die." ”

At this moment, Yang Jian wanted to commit suicide, but he couldn't muster up the courage.

At this time, the old man looked at Yang Jian and asked, "Which tribe's totem are you?"

"What the hell is this?" Yang Jian was stunned.

The strong man on the side suddenly asked in surprise, "This is the totem of other tribes?"

The old man nodded and said, "Well, he has a totemic aura on his body, you can't feel it, only a psychic like me can sense it." ”

When Yang Jian heard this, he knew that they regarded him as a totem of other tribes, and at the same time, he thought that the breath of the totem that this old man was talking about may have sensed the breath of the animal skin painted on his body, or maybe he himself was contaminated with the breath of Kunpeng before, and was smelled by this old man, but, no matter what, this is a hope for survival.

Yang Jian hurriedly said, "I'm from the Southern Underworld. ”

Hearing this, the man immediately rushed to speak: "Isn't the totem of the Southern Underworld a Kunpeng, how did it become a rat demon?"

Yang Jian didn't expect that this Southern Underworld was quite famous, but he didn't know how to answer this question at this time.

However, at this time, the old man said: "Alas, the world is difficult! I heard that a group of powerful monsters escaped from the gourd mountain, and the Kunpeng of the Southern Underworld has not been able to contact for so many years. ”

The man nodded suddenly and said, "Is it useful to sacrifice such a weak rat demon?"

When the old man heard this, he only shook his head slightly, motioning for him not to speak.

Then, the old man suddenly looked at Yang Jian and asked, "The Southern Underworld has been destroyed." Yes and no?"

Yang Jian hesitated slightly, but still nodded and said, "Hmm!"

The old man's eyes suddenly lit up, he looked at Yang Jian with a smile, and asked, "Then would you like to come to our tribe and be the totem of our tribe?"

Yang Jian was dumbfounded for a moment, not knowing what kind of divine turn this was.

And the strong man also hurriedly said: "No, this rat demon is too weak, and besides, the rat has always been timid, the southern underworld was destroyed, but he survived, I think, nine times out of ten he escaped from the battle." How can such a weak and cowardly youkai be our totem?"

The old man suddenly glared at the strong man, immediately attached his mouth to the strong man's ear, and whispered: "You think I am willing! It is extremely difficult to sacrifice totems, otherwise the human race would not have so many tribes."

Although the Southern Underworld has declined, after all, it has a profound heritage, and there are all kinds of secret methods from the ancient witch clan, so it can be sacrificed like this.

Although our tribe currently seems to be stronger than the Southern Underworld, the foundation is not as good as theirs after all, now let's go and sacrifice a new totem now, and I really don't think big.

Today is considered lucky, the ancestors bless, there are ready-made totems sent to the door, how not to?

The strength is poor, and more blood food and worship are available, and they can always be promoted, and if they are timid, they can also slowly find a way.

Let's make offerings first, and then keep the tribe!"

Hearing this, the man immediately closed his mouth, and at the same time, Yang Jian's gaze softened a lot, and even had some respect.

The old man continued to smile and asked, "How about coming to our tribe to be the totem of our tribe!"

Yang Jian saw that this tribe even brought such an old man out to hunt, and it didn't seem to be a big tribe, and although the old man's words were small, Yang Jian's ears increased greatly, and he still heard that this tribe may not be as good as the previous Southern Underworld in many aspects, which doesn't seem to be a good choice.

However, if Yang Jian didn't agree, he didn't know if he could leave alive, the form was stronger than the person, Yang Jian finally nodded and said, "Okay!"