Chen Hao raised his eyebrows.

This is a...

people?

He took a closer look and saw that it was really a person.

The man fell to the ground with a painful expression.

"hiss--"

He took in a breath of cold air and seemed to be in great pain.

Chen Hao approached the man and found that one of his legs dragged in the bushes was scarred and stained with blood.

"Don't move, otherwise the wound will bleed profusely."

Chen Hao quickly squatted beside the man, preparing to carry out treatment.

"Who are you?"

This man stared at Chen Hao warily.

"Don't care who I am, just know that you must listen to me now, otherwise you will die."

Chen Hao looked serious and took out Panax notoginseng powder and started to apply it on the man's legs.

"You, what are you going to do?"

This man's voice was very thin, and it was particularly sharp when he shouted, almost piercing Chen Hao's eardrum.

"I'll stop your bleeding."

Chen Hao said angrily.

"Stop the bleeding?"

The man looked at the Panax notoginseng powder in Chen Hao's hand with confusion:

"The thing in your hand is not holy ash, isn't it? Since it is not holy ash, how can it stop the bleeding?"

Holy ash?

Chen Hao thought for a while and guessed that the person was talking about plant ash.

"My thing is better than holy ashes."

Chen Hao said angrily.

"Is it better than holy ashes? I don't believe it. I think you are just trying to kill me!"

This man is very wary and does not trust Chen Hao at all.

"Planning to kill you?"

Chen Hao laughed angrily.

Although it is right to be wary of strangers in the wilderness, why does this person's tone make him feel like "there are always unscrupulous people out to harm me"?

"If I really wanted to murder you, wouldn't I have to do all the bells and whistles? I could just kill you with one knife."

As he spoke, Chen Hao drew a circle with his pale wolf fangs on his palm.

The cold light dancing on the wolf's fangs made the man shrink his neck in fright.

Seeing this, Chen Hao shook his head, smiled, and sprinkled Panax notoginseng powder on the man's wound.

"Hiss--it hurts!"

The man screamed so loudly that Chen Hao had to cover his ears.

The cry lasted for a full minute!

"Hey, it seems...it doesn't hurt anymore?"

The man pinched his leg and was surprised to find that the wound stopped bleeding and started to scab!

"What is this thing that is so magical?"

The man looked at the Panax notoginseng powder in Chen Hao's hand with a shocked look on his face.

"Panax notoginseng powder, a powder made from ground herbs, can stop bleeding and relieve pain."

Chen Hao said calmly.

"Panax notoginseng powder, herbal medicine?"

The man blinked his eyes, full of curiosity about the nouns in Chen Hao's mouth.

"Well... it's good to be able to cure the disease anyway."

Chen Hao was too lazy to explain.

He gave lessons to the primitive people in the ancient tea tribe for so long, but only a few people finally understood it.

He didn't think that the person he happened to meet today would have a good understanding.

"oh."

Watching Chen Hao put away the Panax notoginseng powder, the man's eyes shone with reluctance.

"never mind."

Chen Hao thought for a while, took out the Panax notoginseng powder and gave some to this person.

Anyway, he knew Panax notoginseng and saw a lot of Panax notoginseng along the way, so he didn't have to worry about not finding Panax notoginseng to use if he distributed the Panax notoginseng powder.

"You...gave it to me?"

The man looked at the ball of powder in his hand, his eyes bulging.

"What else?"

Chen Hao rolled his eyes angrily, feeling that this guy's brain was a bit slow.

"Stop staring, you're so ugly."

Chen Hao pouted and said, this guy's eyes are big and bright, but his face is dark and stained with dirt, which makes him look funny and even ugly with his eyes staring.

"You...you said I'm ugly?"

The man was instantly furious and seemed to have forgotten Chen Hao's kindness in saving him.

"I just said you were ugly when you stared...well, it's not ugly, it just doesn't look good."

Chen Hao touched his nose awkwardly, and he also realized that his words just now were somewhat inappropriate.

but……

"You are a grown man, why do you react so strongly to beauty and ugliness?"

Chen Hao was puzzled. In his entire life, he had never met a man who reacted so strongly to an ugly word.

"You...you care about me?"

The man's eyes flickered and he pulled the fabric above his head.

Only then did Chen Hao realize that there was a piece of cloth covering the man's head.

This surprised Chen Hao.

Chen Hao was not surprised why this man would cover his head with a piece of cloth, because in the outside world, there are also countries and nations that have this custom.

What surprised him was that this man actually had weaving!

You know, he has been on Changsheng Island for so long and has heard many tribes mentioned by witches.

However, no tribe can weave cloth!

The fabric on this man's head is very rough, and it doesn't look like it was obtained from Cui Wenxi's group.

In other words, this person masters the craft of weaving?

"Where are you from?"

Chen Hao asked with shining eyes.

If this person and his tribe are both masters of weaving craftsmanship, it means that this person's tribe has probably encountered the Chinese predecessors.

After all, although this island is not small, some tribes are still in primitive societies that use animal skins to surround themselves, while some tribes have suddenly mastered weaving technology. This is too unrealistic.

A more likely explanation is that outsiders taught them weaving techniques.

The weaving technology is not simple. If you want to create such a piece of cloth from scratch, it cannot be done in a short time. Therefore, it can also be ruled out that it is the weaving technology taught by Cui Wenxi and others.

The more Chen Hao thought about it, the more he felt that this man's weaving skills were left behind by that Chinese senior!

"You...what do you want to do?"

The man became alert again.

"I want to go to your tribe."

Chen Hao said truthfully, if we could find the people's tribe and find the tribe's chief or sacrifice spirit, we might be able to get clues about the Chinese predecessors.
To be continued...