Following the young man, he rushed out of the door and saw many people in similar clothes running towards the front holding various crude and primitive weapons.
Qin Yu was pulled by the young man and ran with him.
Looking around, Qin Yu found that they seemed to be in a rather primitive and dilapidated village.
It can be seen at a glance that this village is very poor and poor, and most of the houses are low thatched houses.
What the villagers wear are almost all animal skins and some shabby cloth. Most of them are even barefoot, and a few wear straw sandals made of straw.
And basically they all have the same sallow complexion as the young man holding Qin Yu, but most of them can be seen to be very tall and tall. Adults, both men and women, are almost 10 feet tall. Even the villagers who occasionally see children look like 7 or 8 feet tall.
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This made Qin Yu think of the Jiang clan and the people in Anping Town.
Of course, this is all secondary. The most important thing is that all the villagers, regardless of gender, old or young, all have three eyes like Qin Yu and the young man. Obviously, they all have some kind of special blood.
"Three eyes? What kind of race is this?"
The reality of this illusion is no less than those he has entered before, and it is obviously not that simple to escape.
Qin Yu's thoughts were racing and he was collecting all the clues in front of him.
If it was really the magic eye that pulled him into this illusion, it was certainly not without reason.
These people are all born with three eyes. Does the three eyes have anything to do with the magic eye?
Qin Yu walked from the Four Stars to the Land of Demonic Souls and saw countless races. Not to mention those with three eyes, there were even ten thousand compound eyes, but almost all of them were aliens like the Golden War Ox.
Race, after transformation, it still retains the characteristics of the original race.
Qin Yu really couldn't remember a race that was originally human but had three eyes. Even in the ancient books he had read, it seemed that he had never seen it before.
"Those damn barbarians always want to steal our water. We must make them look good this time."
The young man holding Qin Yu shouted.
Qin Yu suddenly reacted.
The characters they used were actually the characters of their ancestors.
These days, I have been in the Jiang tribe. The people of the Jiang tribe use the ancestral script. Qin Yu is used to talking to them in the ancestral script, so he didn't react immediately.
"It seems that this illusion is probably from a very ancient period, maybe even the barbaric period."
Qin Yu thought to himself.
The ancestral writing is the first generation of writing between heaven and earth. The Jiang tribe inherited it from the Chaos Period, and has gone through the barbaric period and continues to the present. It seems that it has always been in the world behind the bronze door, so it has always used the ancestral writing.
The people of this Sanmu tribe also use ancestral writing, so they must also be an extremely ancient race.
At the moment, unable to find any clues to escape from the illusion, and unable to use his own power, Qin Yu simply followed the young man and rushed out of the village with the villagers.
The destination of the villagers is a spring a few miles away from the village.
From the shouting and the surrounding environment he saw along the way, Qin Yu also roughly judged some information.
Sanmu Village is located in a seemingly barren mountainous area. The only source of water around it is a spring a few miles away from the village.
The barbarians living in the wilderness more than ten miles away would often invade the water source, and the two sides had many bloody struggles over this.
Every time, the village would summon all the young men in the village to fight off these barbarians to defend the water source.
"Ji! Karma! What are you two doing here?"
A rough and arrogant voice came, Qin Yu turned around and saw a tall, muscular young man with three eyes, about four feet tall, looking at them with disdain.
The young man next to Qin Yu seemed to dislike this sturdy young man. Hearing this, he replied: "We are going to kill the barbarians. Why, do you have any objections?"
The strong young man laughed loudly when he heard this: "Killing barbarians? Ye, don't overestimate your capabilities. Last time you were beaten to the ground by barbarians and almost died. If my third uncle hadn't saved you, you would have died."
It’s long gone.”
He glanced at Qin Yu and Qin Yu with disdainful eyes: "Ji, Ye, you two are useless. You are the weakest among your peers in the village. You haven't even inspired your ancestral marks and you have the least strength. Don't come out and embarrass the village.
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Ancestral pattern? Qin Yu's heart moved and he keenly captured this term.
Does it have anything to do with divine patterns?
Of course, he also heard what the sturdy young man said. Looking around, he and the young man named Ye were indeed the skinniest among the other young people in the surrounding villages.
The two of them are not even one foot tall, and even their frames appear much smaller than the others.
Ye's dark face turned red when he heard this: "Jicai and I are not useless! Damn! I will prove it to you."
"Huh, I don't know how many times I've said it, but trash is trash."
The sturdy young man snorted disdainfully, passed the two of them, and continued running forward.
Ye cursed fiercely at Bao's back, then turned around and said to Qin Yu: "Ji, we will definitely not be worse than him in the future. Bao, this idiot, is nothing but strong."
Qin Yu responded casually while observing his surroundings.
This land seems to be surprisingly barren, with very few vegetation seen along the way.
The distance of several miles was reached in an instant, and the spring was located at the foot of a stone hill. It gurgled out from the cracks in the rocks and gathered into a small pond at the foot of the stone hill.
A spring of this size can barely supply a small village. No wonder the barbarians and the Sanmu village are fighting for water.
At this moment, blood was already spreading in this small pond.
A dozen young men from the Sanmu Village, armed with weapons, were fighting desperately with nearly a hundred rough-looking barbarians covered in animal skins.
They were all young men in the village who usually guarded the water source here, and occasionally fought off invading barbarians. This time, seeing that the barbarians were outnumbered, they sent people back to the village to ask for help.
At this moment, the villagers who arrived joined the battle without hesitation.
"Damn beasts, I'm going to crush your heads!"
The one who rushed forward was Bao. He shouted angrily and rushed into the crowd of barbarians.
He held a huge bone knife in one hand, raised his hand and cut a tall barbarian into two halves.
Then he stretched out his hand and directly grabbed the head of a barbarian who was close to him, then held his head and lifted it up.
"Roar!"
Bao let out a roar in his mouth, and at the same time, a dazzling golden light appeared all over his body, and dense lines gushed out from his body and spread all over his body.
Qin Yu's pupils narrowed.
It's a divine pattern.
"This luster..." Qin Yu said subconsciously: "Golden bloodline???"
