Hearing me saying that I wanted to cremate myself, Xiao Mushroom's eyes widened, "Why? Brother Chongzi, do you want to become an immortal and become Wang Dachuan?"

A black line appeared on my forehead, "What is immortality? We can't run away. I can't let those soldiers see me, otherwise I will die and bring a lot of trouble to my family. By the way, you said it

Is Dachuan your dialect?"

Little Mushroom shook his head, "No, it's a living god our ancestors saw."

"Haha, I'm not a living god. I burned myself because I didn't want to cause trouble to my family and friends."

I just asked casually, then got up to collect firewood and then burned myself to the ground.

Little Mushroom pulled me and said, "Brother Chongzi, you just don't want to see them, do you?" I nodded.

Xiao Mushroom thought for a while and seemed to strengthen her confidence. She said: "That's easy. Let's make some food first. After eating, I have a way to make them leave Wollongong and never want to come back in their lives." Xiao Mushroom said.

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I don’t know why, but I think that the aborigines actually have many secret techniques or secret techniques. Some of these secret techniques are incomprehensible to us modern people. Just like when Xiaoman and I escaped from the Governor’s Mansion that day, Xiaoman could easily do it.

I had to tame the dog. You must know that the dog usually barks when it sees people, but it happened to be attracted by Xiaoman, and it immediately behaved like a cat. I couldn't understand it after that.

"Do you have any secret skills in the Wick clan?"

Xiao Mushroom smiled and said, "You will know when the time comes."

I was hesitant, but I still chose to believe this little sister who had just become sworn friends.

I took out my slingshot and shot down two birds, and the little mushroom happily ran over and picked them up. Then, I asked the little mushroom to light a fire, and I pulled out the feathers of the birds, and then I took out the dagger, opened up their stomachs, and removed their internal organs.

Wash yourself in the small pool below the cliff.

The little mushroom had already lit the fire. I skewered the two birds on jujube branches and grilled them on the fire. Fortunately, I prepared some seasonings and sprinkled them on carelessly.

The aroma filled the air and made the little mushroom drool. I said, "Don't worry, I can eat it in a while."

Xiao Mushroom held up a few mushrooms and matsutake she picked, "Brother Chongzi, let's grill some mushrooms too."

I skewered two bunches of mushrooms as instructed and grilled them on the fire.

The little mushroom's eyes glowed as she watched the tongues of fire licking the bird meat and mushrooms. She had indigenous genes in her body and seemed to take life and death very lightly. Maybe she had seen too many people die.

This meal may be the last meal for the two of us in this world. I must make it delicious so as not to leave any regrets to this little sister.

Mushrooms cook faster, so I handed a bunch to the little mushrooms and took a bunch myself.

The freshly roasted mushrooms were still very hot, but the little mushrooms couldn't care less. She ate them very deliciously, "Brother Chongzi, I didn't expect mushrooms to be so delicious. This is my first time eating them."

"You go up to the mountains every day to pick mushrooms. The first person near the water or the tower gets the moon. How come you can't eat the mushrooms?"

Xiao Mushroom shook his head, "Those mushrooms will be sent to the restaurant. My mother and I are reluctant to eat them."

I looked at the little mushrooms and let out a long sigh. My father once taught me to memorize many ancient Chinese poems. I memorized "One grain of millet is planted in spring, and ten thousand grains are harvested in autumn. There is no idle land in the world, and farmers starve to death."

, also memorized "The person who came back from the city yesterday with tears in his eyes and clothes all over his body was not a sericulture person."

When I was studying, I debated with my father about these poems. How could the farmers who grow food have no food to eat? How could the women who raise silkworms and weave have no clothes to wear? I said to my father: "Dad, you plant vegetables every day. According to the poem,

As I said, our family should not be able to eat vegetables, but in fact, our family not only eats it, but also eats it every day, even if I want to eat some meat."

My father was dumbfounded by what I said, and finally scolded me angrily: "You bastard, you are talking nonsense, you are talking nonsense." He turned around and went to the vegetable garden to play with his vegetables.

Today, when I looked at the little mushroom, I understood the deeper meaning of the poem.

I took out the roasted bird meat and handed it to the little mushroom. The little mushroom smelled the aroma of the bird meat vigorously and looked intoxicated.

She dropped a piece of bird meat and put it in her mouth, savoring it carefully.

I asked her: "Is it delicious?" Her eyes were shining and she nodded repeatedly.

"Brother Chongzi, it's so delicious. My mother once said that she had eaten the meat roasted by Old Wick, and it was the most delicious food she had ever eaten. Old Wick said that it was taught to our ancestors by the immortal king Dachuan when he came to Australia.

From then on, we no longer like to eat raw meat. When we catch prey, we grill it using the method taught to us by Professor Wang Dachuan."

"You always talk about Wang Dachuan, is he the totem of your clan?"

The little mushroom said while eating: "No, he is more powerful than our dragon totem. He came across the sea a long time ago, with wide robes and big sleeves, fluttering in the wind, and he also brought many sparkling things. He is very important to us.

All the indigenous people were very friendly. Seeing us eating prey every day and shaking our heads, they taught us how to make fire, barbecue, boil salt, and make pottery. In short, they taught us a lot. Then they crossed the sea and left. Brother Chongzi, you

You know, mom said that man has yellow skin, black eyes, and black hair, and looks very similar to you."

I muttered to myself that this Wang Dachuan might be a yellow man, and he might have arrived in Australia earlier than the white people. Of course I don't understand these histories, but maybe my father knows.

Little Mushroom finished eating his own skewer and licked his shiny fingers with unfinished content. I handed my own skewer over again, "You can eat it!"

Little Mushroom was a little embarrassed, "Brother Chongzi, don't you want to eat it?"

"I can't eat that much."

The little mushroom was overjoyed, reached out to take it, and ate it with relish.

I estimated that the soldiers were about to reach the top of the mountain, so I picked up my rifle and looked around.

Two thousand meters down the mountain, a group of birds soared into the sky, and I secretly shouted, "No, they've touched it."

I jumped up, picked up the little mushroom and ran towards the cave. "Those soldiers are coming up. You hide in the cave. No matter what happens outside, don't come out. Do you understand? If you are caught by them, you must not say anything."

You know me, as long as you insist that you don’t know me, you are safe, you know?”

The little mushroom was suddenly pulled up by me, and his eyes were very panicked. He followed me and ran towards the cave, but he refused to throw away the skewer of barbecue in his hand.

Maybe it was the violent running that shook my head. I only ran a few steps before I felt like the world was spinning. I tilted my body and fell to the ground. Fortunately, the little mushroom held me up and I didn't fall.

I shouted: "Little mushroom, don't be with me. If they find us together, you will die. Put me down and leave quickly."

Little Mushroom cried: "Brother Chongzi, I won't leave. Let them catch us."

I lay limply in her arms, feeling hopeless.

Little Mushroom gently placed me on the grass, stretched out her palms toward the sky outside the cave, and murmured something in her mouth. I don't know whether it was a prayer or a mantra. I just heard her say:

The country is affiliated with the right mountain of Manana, with its magnificent peaks, like galloping horses, and the situation is close to the sea. It has no weaving or clothing, and uses bird feathers to cover itself. There is no smoke and fire to eat, it can only eat hair, drink blood, and live in caves. Although, eating and drinking in palaces are frugal.

Xuan is indispensable; silk, linen, and buns are indispensable or against the cold and heat...

I think this little mushroom is very similar to his father. He likes to read some strange words, which are all incomprehensible.

After Xiao Mushroom recited, he took out some powder from his pocket and sprinkled it around us, just in a circle. I smelled it with my nose. There was a faint smell in the air. It was not very strong, but I could smell it.

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She took out a small whistle from her neck. I heard her say that this was left to her by her mother before she died. The little mushroom put the whistle in her mouth and blew it gently.

I was wondering if this was a ceremony for her to bid farewell to this world? I don’t know. I just closed my eyes and listened quietly.

The whistle was very strange, not sharp at all, melodious, like a low chant, softly soothing my heart like a golden bell bird's feather, with a hint of sadness, flying out of the cave like the wind.

, passed over the mountain peaks, and penetrated into the forests and grass. The chirping of birds and the singing of insects all around stopped immediately. They seemed to be attracted by the whistle and listened quietly.

The sun is clear and the sky is clear. The pines and cypresses, green grass and flowers are even brighter, and the exposed stones seem to have warmth. This may be the last time I see this beautiful world.

There were two to three hundred of these soldiers. They swarmed out from all sides and surrounded the two of us with dark guns.

The little mushroom seemed to be unaware, still blowing the whistle, immersed in the artistic conception created by himself.

I didn't reach for the gun. It was in vain. It was impossible for any one person to kill these two or three hundred people in an instant, not even gods could do it.

These soldiers must not have expected that the search would go so smoothly. They easily climbed up the mountain and saw us on the grass on the top of the mountain without firing a shot.

The soldiers pointed their guns at us, neither moving forward nor retreating. It seemed that the whistle had magic power. They stood there one by one, with their mouths wide open, staring straight ahead, even their eyelids.

Don't blink.

The whistle continued, and there were rustling and rustling sounds in the grass. The sound was not loud, but it was frightening to hear it in the ears.

Only then did I realize that countless snakes had appeared on the top of the mountain. The big ones were as thick as arms, and the small ones were only as big as a blade of grass. They were piled up one after another like Arhats. Under these soldiers

There seemed to be more and more snakes crawling in front of them. These snakes were all sharp-nosed snakes. The scales on their bodies shone in the sunlight, and their eyes were shining with light, and they were spitting out letters.

Looking at the group of snakes, everyone present felt their scalps numb and their legs were trembling. A gust of wind blew by, filling the air with a burst of irritation. I don't know which soldier had become incontinent.

A soldier shouted, "Oh my God," his hand trembled, and he pulled the trigger without realizing it, and the shot was fired. The little mushroom fell to the ground, and the whistle stopped.

The sound of gunshots caused the snakes in front of him to suddenly stir. A snake rushed toward him like an arrow. The snake's teeth pierced the soldier's skin. He made a ghost-like hissing sound, but in the blink of an eye, the snake behind him also scurried away.

He came over and wrapped the soldier up one by one, making him look like a big ball of yarn.

All the snakes on the top of the peak hissed, and they suddenly became crazy and rushed straight towards the soldiers. Seeing that the situation was not good, some of the soldiers ran away. The slow running snakes bit them.

They immediately fell down and were submerged in the ocean of sharp-nose snakes. Some of them even thought of themselves as smart and took inventory on the spot, but they rolled into a ball of meat with the snakes, growing bigger and bigger. Some soldiers wanted to shoot and kill them.

These snakes soon discovered that they were of no use at all. The snakes surged up and rushed toward the soldiers. They were so frightened that they dropped their guns and ran away. Even those who ran slowly could not escape from the snake's mouth. When they fell to the ground, these soldiers

They were still howling in pain, but when the waves composed of snakes surged over, the howling immediately became quieter, as if someone had covered their heads with a quilt. As long as these snakes bite them, they will basically die.

Their limbs were immediately paralyzed, unable to move, and only death awaited them.

In almost only three to five minutes, these soldiers who had once been showing off their power were silenced by the summit of Wollongong.

Where only Little Mushroom and I were, the snakes never came close, but formed a circle of about ten meters with us as the center.

I had no time to take care of these soldiers, so I struggled to stand up and hugged Xiao Mushroom, "Little Mushroom, how are you?" Fortunately, the soldier's hands were shaking when he fired and he didn't aim at all, but the bullet still hit the target.

Small mushroom.
To be continued...