Chapter 149: The descendants of the Ba tribe

Several people looked at each other and felt that Yin Hui was very strange. I didn't know what the hell was doing.

"Yin Hun, what's wrong, why don't you talk?" Tang Yan asked nervously.

"It's nothing, let's leave here soon, I have a way." Yin Hui spoke, then pulled a few people and stepped into the bushes, without caring about the wet dew wet water on her body and continued to move forward.

I don’t know how long it took, but a few people reappeared next to the big tree. The huge canopy was even bigger than before, and the shadows of the trees covered the ground.

Several zombies disappeared and I didn't know where to escape. I looked up and saw that thousands of bird nests were still standing on the canopy, with wind and sun, but there was no sign of withering, as if they were growing on it.

The ground was still sticky, and even if you step on it, you could step on the soil, leaving a big footprint. Looking back, you could still see the thick smoke released from the burning of the tower.

The thick black smoke was like a giant dragon, rolling around, looking for their breath.

A loud noise quickly penetrated their ears, and the excited roar made them realize that it was the indigenous people who were looking for the fruits of victory.

"Go away quickly." Conan Doyle said, and took everyone with their remaining memories to find a way out.

Fortunately, the wisdom of several people made them quickly find the white sheep intestine path when they came. Walking on the sheep intestine path was much more comfortable. Now they only need to walk along the path and they will definitely be able to walk out of this tribe in the primeval forest.

Of course, if you follow the same path, you must pass the first indigenous tribe they encountered. I don’t know how well the people in the tribe are now cultivating.

They were not determined to visit the natives, after all, the identity of a few people was their enemies, and if they were kind enough, they would immediately become their food.

Just as they were about to take a detour, they suddenly found that there were more than a dozen primitive indigenous residents wandering around not far ahead, without any tools, and their walking posture was very stiff, their eyes were dull, their bones were as thin as fire, their tongues drooped a little, and even some signs of decay on the skin.

"No, zombie." Ou Ouyang Xue screamed, and then hid quickly behind the team: "Look at me."

Yin Hui felt that they were indeed lost in popularity. They seemed to be dead, but they were not zombies because their corpse energy was not heavy.

"It's not that these indigenous people were treated as worm vessels by the descendants of the Ba tribe." Thinking of this, Yin Hui's whole body trembled. It was not impossible.

Fortunately, these people had just turned into corpse worms, and there shouldn't be many worms on them, and their attack power was not very strong. They immediately ordered everyone to follow closely, holding a few talismans in their hands in case of emergency, and spared the indigenous people by the side.

Fortunately, these people didn't find them.

After walking a few steps, I ran into a large group of natives again. Like the ones in front, their bodies were still occupied by insects, their mouths and eyes were crooked, their movements were stiff, and they were not popular at all.

Like before, they easily crossed their encirclement. Before they could go far, they encountered many zombies again. Most of them no longer had any attack ability and even had incoordinated movements.

There were more than a hundred people scattered.

All the indigenous people were used as vessels for cultivating insects by them, and Lin Xia was so vicious.

But he knew in his heart that Lin Xia was just a pawn in the hands of a man, and the real mastermind behind the scenes was at large and at ease with the country.

After carefully considering the plan in his mind, Yin Hui kept thinking about some details and trying to keep his plan free of any loopholes.

When they walked to the area of ​​the car with tires, the driver was gone, but there was a pile of blood on the ground. It seemed that the driver had also encountered an accident.

I lost my life for the sake of life. This is this world, this real world.

"Scalpel, go and see if the car can still drive it. We will cover you." Yin Hui knew that scalpels like to perform surgery on various machines on weekdays, and should know very well about this kind of machine.

Without saying a word, the scalpel turned over and sat in the driver's seat casually, then unscrewed the key and fired it a few times, but unexpectedly it actually made a rhythmic sound of the motor starting.

"It's okay, the machine can still drive it." The scalpel turned around and said to several people: "Okay, come up and let's go."

Yin Hui nodded, looked around alertly, and then ordered everyone to get in the car. He walked to the other three tires and pierced the tires one by one so that the car could maintain balance and not deviate from the direction when driving at high speed.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to have a set of things." I didn't know whether it was a sarcasm or a sarcasm, so I said to Yin Hui.

Yin Hui was very clear about the careless attitude of the scalpel, so he naturally didn't take it to heart. He just looked at the sleepy Tang Yan and Shen Feifei, and helplessly lend their arms to them as pillows.

Ula…Ula…

The car didn't drive for long, and the shouting of the indigenous resident Ulala came from behind. Looking back, you could see that the descendants of the Ba people were chasing them in the direction led by a flying man.

Yin Hui recognized it at a glance. The man was Zhu'er, their guide Zhu'er. It seems that Zhu'er is also a descendant of the Ba tribe!

He sneered, then drew a talisman in the void, ordered the scalpel to slow down, set a barrier on the ground, and used the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Dharma, and then ordered the scalpel to accelerate.

Several people didn't understand what Yin Hui was doing just now. They all looked at the place where Yin Hui drew talismans in the void, hoping for any surprises.

Sure enough, when Zhuer brought the indigenous people to that place, a series of sky-blue characters shone in the void, shining like neon lights flashing in midnight.

The indigenous people were shocked and retreated repeatedly, but it was too late. Dozens of bombs were buried underground. At the same time, the ground was overturned. The beads flying in the air turned into debris and fell to the ground, making them bloody.

Dozens of natives were also bombed into debris, and dozens of indigenous residents were behind them. However, for Yin Hui and others, they were just a piece of cake and could simply deal with them.

Maybe these people are self-aware, so they didn't catch up. They just screamed and went back.

"Scalpel, faster speed." Yin Hui kept urging. Now he only hopes to arrange Tang Yan and Shen Feifei safely, and then implement his plan.

Fortunately, God took good care of them. Not long after, they actually arrived at a crowded town. Ouyang Xue booked the air ticket directly for a long-distance international flight, and several people had to piece together the money they had to get to the airport.

Another inspection, but with Conan Doyle's ID, it was the pass for all inspections. Not only that, the staff also gave them a set of clothes to change them, arranged a room for them, took a shower, and changed into clothes.

Now there are still three or four hours before the plane takes off, so a few people took advantage of this time to sleep drowsyly in the luxurious room for a night until the staff asked them to get on the plane.

The few people had the energy again and were all savoring their trip to Myanmar. Although their lives were threatened several times, they were full of fruits.

Conan Doyle was almost able to report to his superiors. After all, her job was done in moderation. The reason behind the murderer was found, and the arrest was not her. After she went back, she could write a report and he could also submit the work.

Yin Hui also found out the other party's background. The criminal officer must be a descendant of the Ba tribe, and there must be some grudges between him and the murdered mysterious old men. Although he did not find direct evidence of their relationship, the ancient ruins of the Ba tribe descendants also explained the situation. A picture took shape in his mind.

The Ba people, which were shabby and backward, had their buildings burning, and the blazing fire surrounded all the Ba people's natives, as if they were a flaming monster that was about to swallow their lives.

Men, women, young and old were running and fleeing in the flames, but the fire was too big and they could not escape. The crying of men, women, young and old was shocking, and women and children gathered around the men who died for the war of freedom and cried, allowing the flames to swallow them without any ability to resist.

The fire burned for three days and three nights, and all the buildings were burned to black. The Chinese Expeditionary Force looked at the small village behind them, not knowing what it was, whether it was the victory or guilt of the War of Resistance Against Japan. These were no longer important.

Then they were all given the title of Warrior, and after returning to their country, they were treated preferentially by the people. Perhaps because they were dissatisfied with their conscience, they retired and integrated into this society, becoming one of the hundreds of millions of ordinary people. This matter was quickly suppressed in their hearts.

Unexpectedly, a few years later, this incident became a prosperous again. The source of the whole thing was a child who survived it, the current criminal officer.

He was a little confused and didn't know if the speculation was right, but according to the evidence he had now, things were almost inseparable.

However, there was still a question mark in his mind, that is, why the Expeditionary Force slaughtered the unarmed Ba tribe.
Chapter completed!