The hall is surrounded by walls made of extremely thick green bamboos, with green and unknown vines climbing on them. Unknown flowers are blooming on the vines, exuding a pleasant fragrance. In the center of the hall is an unknown picture.
There is a round table made of some kind of wood. On both sides of the table are a few chairs carved from thick tree roots. There is a primitive atmosphere in the simplicity.
The guests and hosts sat down separately. The Red Pot Fairy couldn't hold back his anger and laughed loudly: "Nephew Feng Xian, the old lady likes to be direct. What's the matter with you, you'd better tell it directly!"
Feng Wuya pondered for a while and said: "To be honest with the Immortal, there are more than twenty tribes in our southern Xinjiang. Each tribe has its own territory. Because the land that can be cultivated is scarce, most tribes are based on
We hunt for a living, and although there are occasional fights over territory, we can all coexist peacefully through our mediation..."
Having said this, he paused for a moment, as if thinking about how to word it: "Since a month ago, this delicate peace has been suddenly broken. Many tribes have attacked each other for some unknown reason. And these people started fighting.
He just goes all out, his attacks are extremely vicious, and he will never give up until someone is killed. When there is a fight, someone will always inform our Nuwa tribe, but this time it was very different. They fought each other to the death, but no one came to report it.
.If my tribe’s spies hadn’t accidentally broken into the place where they were fighting, we would still have been kept in the dark about this matter.”[
The Red Pot Immortal originally thought that he wanted to ask for advice because there were some demons and ghosts causing trouble. But when he heard that it was just a fight between tribes, he couldn't help but frowned: "Maybe they have some feud, or they discovered some treasure.
Therefore, grabbing territory is very common in the Central Plains, so it is not surprising."
Feng Wuya smiled bitterly and said: "If that's the case, it would be okay. It's strange that they suddenly became extremely powerful when fighting with weapons, and they were able to drive away mountain spirits and wild beasts to join the battle. Originally, the fighting with weapons was just a fight between warriors.
But now they don't spare even the young, old, women and children, as if they have some deep hatred. After the armed fighting, one village after another is often wiped out! After knowing about this, I sent people to patrol from time to time, but many villages
When there is no armed fighting, there are no signs at all. But once it happens, it is difficult for our people to arrive in time... By the time we heard the letter, many villages were already covered in blood, and no chickens or dogs were left alive.
!Recently, there has been an increasingly intensified trend. Many of the envoys sent by our clan have actually disappeared. I sent many people to look for them, but not even a single corpse was found. It was as if the world had evaporated.
.”
The Red Pot Immortal's heart suddenly moved: "Is there any deep hatred...could it be that the God of Hatred came here to cause trouble?!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room was shocked. Feng Wuya's expression changed even more. His originally dark face turned slightly pale. He forced a smile: "Which god of hatred is the immortal talking about? Could it be..."
Suddenly he shook his head again and said: "No, those five hairy gods have been sealed at the bottom of the sea of blood by the Nuwa Empress of the clan. How can they escape and do evil? Well, no."