I have a cave of evil

Santa came back at midnight with a tired expression and a bitter smell of green orange juice.

Zhu Yao's expression almost froze, "You also went to Goulan?"

"Huh?" Santa was stunned: "What hook? The punishment of the corpse master?"

"It has nothing to do with my lord, why do you smell sour?"

Santa's expression immediately became serious, and he took out a pack of big leaves from his arms, and slowly opened it: "Look at this first."

"What is this? Damn it! What are you doing with the shit?"

Just as Zhu Yao stretched his head over, the stench almost overwhelmed him. The smell from the recovered corpse was already irritating enough, and this was ten times more irritating than that.

Santa was not surprised by Zhu Yao's unfamiliar language from time to time, and said in a deep voice, "Come over and take a closer look, the old priest should have taught you to identify this thing."

Santa was uncommonly displeased, Zhu Yao shook his head, pinched his nose, looked carefully under the moonlight, his complexion gradually became serious.

It is somewhat inappropriate to use "tuo" as a quantifier, and it is "tiao" to be precise.

The owner of this feces obviously had dry stools. The feces prongs were long and hard, as thick as a baby's arm, covered with mud, and the color was off-white. The emphasis was on the white.

"Bone scum."

Zhu Yao picked up a wooden stick and fiddled with it, the fear in his heart overwhelmed the stench in his nasal cavity.These bone dregs are about the size of rice grains, and at a glance, there are dozens of them, all of which are residues that the owner of the feces cannot digest.

Bones are notoriously indigestible.

But the owner of this piece of feces usually eats up the person with the skin and bones, and then discharges such excrement.

"Blood wolf!"

When these two words were said, Yuanshen's fragmented memories trembled.

Santa was silent for a moment, then whispered: "Blood wolves."

"Boiled!"

Zhu Yao cursed secretly, and asked anxiously, "How far?"

"Based on my pace, half a day."

"That's okay." Zhu Yao breathed a sigh of relief, "We're not within their hunting range yet."

"It's hard to say, I just found their feces there, and I don't know the specific direction they are going." Santa slowly looked around the tribe, showing rare tenderness, and said sadly: "Even if you are migrating now, you can't escape." they."

Blood wolf, man-eating tiger, bull and leopard, tribe destroyer, totem natural enemy, wolf plague...

They have countless frightening names, and they are ghosts that linger on the mainland for thousands of years.

They have the habits of wolves, the physique of cattle, the strength of tigers, the speed of leopards, and the poison of snakes, and they often appear in groups.Other wild beasts hunt individuals, while blood wolves hunt collectively.

The blood wolf will stare at a tribe, block the way out, eat everyone who leaves the village, and then rush into the village to feast on it when the tribe is weak.

A tribe with less than [-] people can only be destroyed.

The totem god is also hard to protect himself.

The two were silent for a long time. Zhu Yao looked at Santa with expectant eyes. Santa shook his head slightly and stretched out two fingers: "Up to two. The teeth and claws of blood wolves are highly poisonous, and they are very resistant to beatings." , I can hold two at most."

just hold on...

Zhu Yao began to feel itchy scalp again, and scratched his head anxiously. The matter seemed to be deadlocked.

Migration is impossible. The blood wolf has a sensitive nose. Once it finds a village, follow the scent to find the fleeing team. Except for Santa who wants to run away, everyone else will die on the road.

Only then did Zhu Yao understand why Santa's body smelled bitter and sour, and it was to cover up his own smell.

It doesn't seem to work to stay in the same place. The tribe is full of crooked melons and jujubes. It is difficult to deal with ordinary wolves, let alone blood wolves.

Maybe...you can abandon this group of tribesmen, use them as bait for blood wolves, and escape alone with Santa.

"With Uncle Santa's fighting power and my golden finger, the treatment of joining any tribe will not be bad. There is no need to wait here to die. I have a better future."

Zhu Yao's eyes were gloomy, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

"A group of uncivilized savages, a group of cheap npcs, they have known each other for a short time, and they have no feelings at all. If you die, you will die. If you live, you will have a future. At worst, I will come back to avenge you when I get better. Dismantling bones, exhausting torture, exterminating his family, and burying him with you, is the most benevolent and righteous."

The hand that was scratching the hair was put down, and after thinking about it, it seemed that the whole brain became clear.

"Uncle Santa, I have an idea." Zhu Yao raised his eyes and met Santa's sad face, but he couldn't speak.

If he wanted to escape, why did Santa lead the remnant army to raid the sacrificial ground of the Bloodhead Tribe?

He went out with the War Cry Tribe and confronted the Blood Skull Tribe several times. He knew the cruelty and power of the Blood Skull Tribe, so why did he come back?

Although the Battle Cry Tribe was defeated, there were still three catties of nails in the rotten ship. According to Santa's military exploits, it was better to continue to follow the Battle Cry Clan than to return to his own small broken tribe.

Zhu Yao lowered his head, and a fragment of memory suddenly emerged from his mind, as clearly as if it happened yesterday.

It was winter at that time, the wind was cold, the snow was flying, and the manic wind sounded like a devil whimpering. Agudu and the other three children were sitting on the animal skin cushions, warming the brazier, looking at the old priest ahead, very excited.

From today, they are apprentice priests.

The old priest is tall, with white beard and hair, sitting cross-legged on the bed, more like an elderly warrior, but the power of time cannot be resisted by mortals, his back is obviously bent, his face is wrinkled and rough, and his breathing is heavier strenuous.

"Cough! From today on, you are my students."

The old priest asked kindly, "But to become a qualified priest, you must first know what a priest is?"

"Who will tell you first?"

"I'll come, I'll come." A stocky little boy with bruised eyes raised his hand impatiently.

The old priest smiled and narrowed his eyes, "It's Erha! Then you go ahead."

"It's a carpenter! My father said that the priests are the best carpenters in the world. They can make tall and tall houses, crossbow arrows that can shoot far and far, and a lot of furniture. My father also said that war There are moving wooden monsters in the Hou tribe, which are also made by priests. The priests are super powerful, and I will be such a priest in the future. I will make furniture, make one piece, disassemble one piece, dismantle one piece, and make one piece , so that Dad can’t beat me anymore.”

"Erha, your eyes were hit by your father, right? You broke the furniture at home again." A child teased.

"No! I didn't demolish the house."

Erha stared, his cheeks puffed up angrily, how could everyone believe it, giggling, you talked about Erha's past when he demolished his house.

"Well... I was just not careful..."

Erha muttered and said vague words, causing everyone to laugh, and the room was filled with a happy atmosphere.

"Okay, okay, then I'll teach you carpentry."

The old priest couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, it seemed that even his wrinkles were laughing.

"I'm coming, my mother is always coughing, I want to learn how to make witch medicine."

"Okay, okay, I'll pass on your pharmaceutical skills."

"I want to learn to communicate with the totem god. My father said that this is the most powerful part of the priest."

"Okay, okay, I'll pass on your sacrificial ceremony."

Arriving at Agudu, Agudu said in a low voice: "My father said that a priest is a person who makes people happy."

The smile of the old priest disappeared, he looked at Agudu silently for a long time, and sighed: "You will follow me from now on, look more, ask more questions, and think more."

The memory ends here, but the feeling of happiness and warmth permeates my heart.

"It makes people happy... When you jump out at this time, what do you want to tell me? The guy who is dead and still restless!"

Zhu Yao rubbed his face hard, "As a highly educated intellectual, I am no better than you, a brat? What do you teach me about conscientiousness?"

Zhu Yao's voice of talking to himself gradually increased, and finally it was like a quarrel.

"Are you teaching me to do things?"

"Ok?"

Some people were awakened by the sound. They opened their dim eyes and saw the priest saying something viciously, as if arguing with the chief beside him, so they turned over, closed their eyes, and quietly closed their ears.

"call!!!"

After a quarrel talking to himself, Zhu Yao let out a mouthful of foul breath, and the feeling of anxiety subsided a lot.

When Zhu Yao calmed down, Santa asked expectantly, "What does my lord say?"

Agitated, Zhu Yao instinctively spoke his mother tongue, which, in the eyes of others, was the language of priests communicating with God. Every time Zhu Yao talked to himself like this, he was communicating with God.

Although I don't understand why it looks like a quarrel, but the totem god has a lot of strange habits, which is normal.

Zhu Yao froze for a moment when he heard the words, and his mind was full of thoughts, thinking about nonsense.

"Uncle, this is not the place to talk, let's talk by the fire."

There are a total of three sheds in the tribe, and the two of them occupy one of them, sandwiched between the other two sheds, so they are relatively close to others and easy to hear when they speak.

Everyone was sleeping soundly before, but now people have been woken up, so it is not appropriate to talk in the shed.

If the secret is not kept secret, it will cause harm.

Let the rest hear that the blood wolves are nearby, and there will be riots under the great panic.

The bonfire was lit again, and Zhu Yao fiddled with the flames with a branch, and said in a low voice: "My lord is in charge of the power of corpses, and is always accompanied by death. In his view, all things will come to an end, and no one can do without death." As a result. In the eyes of Him who has spent endless time, we are actually no different from ants."

"When he takes a nap, countless days and nights have passed. Therefore, my lord is different from other totems. It is a one-sided need for us, not a two-way relationship."

"That's it!" Santa was very disappointed, somewhat unexpected, and somewhat expected. After all, the tribe only had 32 people. According to the requirements of the mainland, strictly speaking, he could not call himself a tribe.

Santa thought it was because the tribe was too small to offer enough sacrifices.

Zhu Yao's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he suppressed his irritability. He was better than Santa. When encountering a huge threat, he would also pin his hopes on the totem god to rescue him.

This mentality of consciously putting himself in the position of the weak, praying for the favor of the gods, and praying to God and worshiping Buddha for everything made him very irritable.

Fate is controlled by others, isn't it the same as me being a fish and man being a knife?

Regardless of whether he is a man or a god, it is always uncomfortable and unpleasant.

"Uncle, the Lord of the Corpse just gave me a word."

Zhu Yao said solemnly: "He said that the reason why the sky is so blue and clear is that it is constantly moving, strong and strong, and will never stop moving forward. If we want to be successful, we must learn the quality of the sky and never stop moving forward. pace of."

"If we want to become a big tribe like the battle cry of blood skulls, we will definitely face all kinds of disasters. Only by striving for self-improvement can we overcome difficulties again and again."

"Since it is already a dead end, let's give it a go."

Tian Xingjian, the gentleman is self-improvement.

This is Zhu Yao's favorite sentence, and now he says it in a different way, with only one purpose: don't worry about the bird god, let's do our own thing.

Relying on the mountains to fall, relying on everyone to run.

The original tribe relied on the python god, but when the crisis came, didn't the python god run away first?

Santa was silent for a long time, gradually straightened his back, his eyes returned to the silent attitude towards life, and said softly: "Back then, your father and my brother, I competed for the position of chief, and we both performed very well. , making it difficult for the old priest to choose. Finally, the old priest asked a question."

Santa looked up at Mingyue and recalled: "He asked, what should a chief do if a strong enemy is coming?"

Zhu Yao became interested, "How did you answer?"

"Your father didn't think about it, and answered firmly with two words—death in battle! I hesitated for a moment, and made four suggestions, namely, find reinforcements, escape, assassination by feign defeat, and fight to the death."

"As a result, you also know that the old priest chose your father."

"I have never figured out why. I didn't know until just now that I, who claim to be the number one warrior in the tribe, lack the courage to face difficulties."

Santa lowered her head and smiled:

"Agudu, you really look like your brother!"

Like a ghost!

His son has long been replaced.

Zhu Yao was speechless, changed the topic, and began to discuss with Santa how to deal with the wolf disaster.

Unknowingly, the stars disappeared, and the Golden Crow rose in the east, and it actually passed overnight.