Crossing to the Wild

Chapter 66:

The life of the Baidou tribe is leisurely and comfortable. After Sang Mo spent a spring day here, the Langtou tribe seemed to have suddenly disappeared.

He has no new goals, so he stays here for the time being, because he is taciturn but capable and diligent. Someone in the tribe wants to marry his daughter.

Sang Mo refused in panic, and decided to leave.

I am a sinner.He thought, I don't deserve to make a bond and live in peace with others.

The Yan Abai family who took him in, heard that he was leaving at dinner, and they were very disappointed.

The two brothers, Yan Xiao and Yan Da, were also angry and said that he did not regard them as family members.

"I have to do something." Sang Mo said, "I'm sorry."

Yan Xiao cried, Yan Da squeezed the back of his younger brother's neck, and said to the gloomy Sang Mo under the dim flame, "You just don't want to stay in our tribe?"

Sang Mo thought for a while and answered in the affirmative.

Yan Dabian said: "The tribe decided yesterday that a group of people would go to Douzipo to meet those who helped us build the road."

"Building roads?" Sang Mo was stunned.

"Yes." Yanda said: "Someone came to the notice two days ago, saying that the Yanbu and Xingyue tribe had united and built roads for all the tribes nearby. We are only five or six days away from the Xingyue tribe. The foot course, this is about to be repaired. After the repair is completed, we will not get lost when we go to other tribes. After walking on the ground, we can speed up the foot course. Even without spies, we can run to each other."

Suddenly there were some waves in Sang Mo's heart.

"Then why should we go?"

"This is a good thing. Our tribe has taken advantage of it. Of course, we have to send someone to help. Yesterday the leader said about it. Many people were willing to go. Would you like to try it? You can get extra jerky. "

"...Then I got the jerky, and I will give it all to you."

Yan laughed and said, "No. You go and talk to the people sent over there, maybe there are new clues? Always stay in the Baidou tribe, it is really not easy to get news."

Sang Mo's nasal cavity was sour that he couldn't see it, but he could feel solemnity in his tone.

"Thank you." He said.

He didn't say anything about himself clearly, only that he wanted to find something, so he was wandering outside.

And Yanda seemed to see through the reasons for his wandering and took special care of him.

Sang Mo had nothing to do with it, so he could only work harder to help them fetch water and cut firewood. He even went out to hunt a rock sheep. Before joining the road construction team, he stayed at their home in Yanda.

After setting off, Sang Mo thought that if he had the chance, he would hunt a deer and return to the priest who would use strange abilities near the Rift Valley.

Although Sang Mo stayed in the Baidou tribe for a while, he was not close to people.

Many people in the road construction team looked familiar to him, and couldn't say a word.

From the Baidou tribe to the agreed place, one only needs to climb a gentle slope and then pass through a rock belt. The journey takes about one day and one night.

During the lunch break, other people in the team lit a fire and threw the white beans in and roasted. After a while, the beans exploded and shot out, and the aroma diffused.

There was a man named Beanpod, one after another, and he threw in a handful of beans, and he could be full of acrobatics, without falling a single bean.

"Hey, the beans in our tribe are really fragrant, and I don't know if they are elsewhere."

As he said, an exploded bean shot at Sang Mo, hitting him in the face while he was stunned, and he was frightened to bounce off the ground.

The others got up, one by one, leaning forward and back together, and the pod laughed so hard that they could not breathe: "Hey Sangmo, God Dou likes you hahaha—"

Sang Mo covered his cheek with one hand, his whole face flushed.

"Come on, don't be angry, eat beans!" Doujia greeted him: "Lao Yanjia doesn't like to use roasted food. They all rely on cooking. You must have never tasted--"

Sang Mo was about to refuse angrily, but he couldn't help saying that he was gagged.

The blasted roasted beans did have a peculiar smell. Sang Mo had forgotten what he was going to say. He ate a few, and finally sat down in shame.

Also, it's delicious.

That night, Sang Mo lost sleep.

In fact, he often suffers from insomnia, hides in the cave in winter, and stays awake all night long.

Finding the wolf head clan and taking revenge seems to have become the only meaning for him to live, other than that he wants nothing.But this one wish cannot be fulfilled either.

Sang Mo sat up from the big rock leeward, followed the subtle sound of water, and found a stream.

There are fluorescent green snails in the stream, which are very common in this area.

The snail meat is not delicious, but the creek that decorates the night is an excellent scenery. Sang Mo picked up the luminous snails one by one, and quickly grabbed a bag.

Then he scattered them back into the stream.

The luminous snails ran away slowly, and Sang Mo was bored for a while, but he was stupefied to see that the small piece illuminated by the fluorescent light had something different in shape from the stone.

Today in Yuehui, dark clouds are all over the sky, Sang Mo can't tell what it is only by the dim light from the snails.

He took two steps forward, touched the thing out, and took a picture of the place where the snails gathered—

The pupils shrank suddenly!

This is a broken wolf head wooden sign!

This thing has not been here for a short time, it is already covered with moss, and it seems to have been bitten off by a beast, with jagged edges.

But Sang Mo shuddered and was wrapped in huge excitement-the wolf head clan had been nearby!

He hurriedly glanced in the forest once, and he didn't make a mistake!

Those are really people with wolf head tattoos. They may be nearby.

But Sang Mo quickly became nervous again.This place is too close to the Baidou tribe.Have those werewolves stepped on it?Have you ever wanted to start with Baidou?

Sang Mo fell into anxiety, and was not in good spirits until the next day.

When Pea Pod distributed the roasted meat to him, he asked strangely, "The wind was very comfortable yesterday? Why didn't you sleep well? Hey, a small person is squeamish..."

Sang Mo: "..."

Where am I squeamish!

Sang Mo knew that the wolf head wooden plaque was a piece of the clan's hand. It was not unusual to hang around his waist, but no one else would use it except them.

In fact, there were not many werewolves, and the total number was less than a hundred. His tribe was destroyed because those people burned something called "sleeping grass" in the fire, which made many mature people of the tribe lose the ability to fight.

After the grass is dried, it is ground into grass powder and sprinkled in meals can make people groggy.If Yang burns into smoke and dust in the fire, the power is even greater.

People who are not in good health may feel dizzy after inhaling.

These are all Sang Mo later figured out by himself.Analyzing the scene of that night day and night, torturing my heart over and over again.

This kind of sleepy grass is very searchable, he has walked so many places, and has never seen a piece of it.

Sang Mo suspected that the reason why these werewolves ran around was also to find this kind of grass.

Only with poisonous weeds can they achieve their goal of destroying other tribes.

"Sang Mo? Sang Mo!"

Sang Mo regained his senses and gave a hum, and saw Doupod saying to him heartily: "Let’s go now, I'm going to meet the road repair team today!"

"...Okay." Sang Mo had considered leaving the team, but looking at the pods, he couldn't tell.

He silently said to himself, I was just curious, and wanted to see the so-called road repair team.

Then, after finishing what should be done, return the jerky to the Yan family.

Soon, the people from the Baidou tribe joined the road construction team.

A group of twenty or so people from the other party, each energetic, the leader greeted the pods enthusiastically, and they came up as a bear hug——

"Hahaha buddy! You are the Baidou tribe! We are the No. 20 road repair team of the Snow Melt Valley Alliance!"

Pod involuntarily raised his voice: "Twenty!? Brother, you guys are so many!"

They greeted in front, and Sang Mo took a step back and hid his figure inside the other members of the Baidou tribe.

Because he had seen the opponent's No.20 team leader...in the Rift Valley.

The other party was very ugly, one leg was a little lame, and his mouth was grinning and missing a tooth.

Sang Mo didn't know what his name was. He only remembered that he and two other people who were probably brothers robbed other women of their food.

He is not easy to criticize, because he only looked at and did not stand up, but this did not prevent him from hating these people.

Now thinking that such a person could join the so-called "road repair team" and become the captain, his impression of the left tribe suddenly fell.

Snow Melt Valley Alliance?

Everyone is equal?

Sang Mo curled his lips indifferently.

Pea Pod and the opponent's bad team leader didn't know what specific things had been said. Soon, the two sides joined together as a team, and they had to go to the position where the road construction team had repaired.

Sang Mo was afraid of being recognized, a few steps behind, and hung at the end of the team.

"Brother Pod, have you sent someone to our tribe to learn planting and breeding techniques?"

"Planting and breeding? I don't know! The last time we went out hunting, we heard a river tribe talk about werewolves...what are you talking about?"

"Hey, that won't work, you must come! After this trip, let your tribe send a few representatives to visit and learn! After the first stage of the course, our tribe will provide a seed for free, so that you can come back to plant and play. It's—"

"So what exactly is a species?"

"It's this way, that way..."

They talked happily. Before long, everyone was involved in the topic. The people of the Baidou tribe listened to the story as if they were listening to the story. They made a loud noise, made a loud noise, and then again...

Confused Sang Mo: "..."

"In short! Vigorous development of planting and breeding can significantly improve the life of the tribe! Our tribe has never been hungry for a day or died of freezing to death during the whole winter of last year! This is all the credit of planting and breeding!"

Pod's hearts were surging: "Thank you brother, we will talk to the leader when we turn back, and go to your place to learn skills!"

"Wow!" The team leader smiled: "And when our road is repaired, we will be faster and safer on the road! We will set up a small inn and set up some temporary cabins every half a day along the road. You can rest at night, shelter from the wind and rain, so that it is more convenient to move back and forth between the tribe and the tribe!"

Pod was dumbfounded: "Can it be like this!?"

Sang Mo listened numbly to what they said and didn't understand. After a while, the topic changed direction.

"Have you heard about those werewolves?"

Hearing this sentence, Sang Mo moved his ears and quietly squeezed a few positions forward.

Doupo replied: "I heard! Our leader told us that he had a wolf head tattoo, maybe a wooden sign with a wolf head, so we must be careful when we see it."

"Yes!" The captain made an exaggerated gesture: "If there are too many people, they should be vigilant, remind each other, and then run away! But if you meet a lone werewolf, you can also take the initiative to catch it!"

"Grab!?"

Team leader: "Yes, our alliance just invented a set of anti-wolf formulas not long ago!"

"What formula?"

"——Don’t worry about drawing a knife when you meet, don’t shake your eyes when you dig your hands, talk to your ears, aim for weakness and start!"

"Wow, that makes sense!"

"Catch it, tie it, and send it to our tribe. A werewolf can trade 2,000 jerky meat, double the job! Remember our formula!"

Sang Mo: "....................."

Sang Mo:???

The author has something to say: Sang Mo: Who am I? Where am I?

Yang Da: Hey, I am now the captain of No. 20!

Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thank you for the little angel who cast [land mine]: one from the second minor of the Ye family;