Hua Jiu could not feel relieved when he heard that Xin Lianshan was not dead.
He glanced at the bull-headed horse face apologetically, and told everyone to hurry up and get to the Kuteng tribe as soon as possible, then closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Concentrate on suppressing the pain that is constantly being washed away by resentment.
Chen Daji was curious.
"Cocoon...Brother Muscle, when you grabbed Xin Da's head, he didn't fight back?"
"This is obviously not his character!"
The original giant smiled bitterly: "Of course I fought back!"
"The evil spirit...the big-headed warrior is very powerful. He injured more than forty members of our clan before being subdued by the clan elders who came over."
Chen Daji was not interested at all in what the giant said the clan elder was.
He just chuckled and said to Zhang Chao.
"Chao, let's just say, 'Good people don't have a good life, and disasters live for thousands of years.'"
"No one can die without Xin Big Head!"
Since the appearance of the bull-headed horse face, Zhang Shizu did not dare to speak nonsense, for fear that the two shady handsome men would find out the clues.
Now that he was being called out by Chen Daji, he only showed a flattering smile as a last resort.
"Boss Chen, everything you say is right..."
Chen Daji was so careless, but the two sinister men were used to the dangers in the world.
Taking advantage of the opportunity of being on the road, I kept making circumstantial observations about the situation in the Land of the Dead.
These primitive people are very simple, and coupled with their reverence for ghosts and gods, they naturally know everything and answer questions.
In a short time, Minotaur Horseface understood the basic situation of the Land of the Dead.
First: primitive people did not know that they were dead, or that they did not know that they were dead.
The "people" living here will not age, nor will they have new babies.
Even if they are eaten by wild animals while hunting, they will reappear on the tribe's altar after dawn the next day.
Second: There are hundreds of tribes, large and small, scattered throughout the Land of the Dead, and the Kuteng tribe is just the most inconspicuous one.
The total number of clan members does not exceed 300.
The tribe is managed by the mysterious and powerful clan elders and ‘Aweng’ (another name for shaman).
Third: Among the many tribes, the most powerful is the Qiong God Clan living in the "Crying Territory".
The god Qiong is also a common belief in the entire Land of the Dead.
It's just that except for the high priest of the Qiong God Clan, no one else has seen the true face of this god.
Fourth: There is another strange phenomenon in the Land of the Dead, that is, the "people" living here never know what the night is like.
Because the moment the sun sets, all "people" immediately lose consciousness.
It didn't resume until the sun rose the next day.
But people like "Cocoon Wusang Ilistirna" (hereinafter referred to as "Cocoon") are used to it, so they don't find it strange.
Just call this phenomenon "Lost Night."
The "dead man" didn't find it strange, but Chen Daji was curious.
He couldn't help but ask the little flying snake secretly peeking at Mr. Chang Ba.
"Big sister, why do they go to bed as soon as the sun goes down? Is it so punctual?"
“You don’t even have to get up to poop and pee?!”
The little flying snake looked horrified when he heard this.
"I don't know either... At night, the places where all races live will be shrouded in strange black mist. If we get close, we will die."
"As time goes by, no other creature will dare to pass by."
"and......"
Before the little flying snake could finish speaking, Cocoon suddenly spoke.
"Dear shamans, our tribal territory is in front of us."
"Lord Aweng will definitely welcome your arrival."
After walking out of the jungle, what appeared in front of everyone was an open space.
Just like the first floor, there are hundreds of huge stone houses built densely.
On the door of every stone house, there are pale animal skulls hanging.
The aura of wildness came to my face.
In the middle of the stone house, the female primitives sat together and skillfully handled the prey:
Peel the skin and take out the meat, dry it and dry it in the sun.
The half-grown children chased, played and fought with each other.
Although they are said to be big children, in fact, they are all over two meters tall and have bulging muscles. They are punched by each other and make loud banging noises.
Chen Daji even suspected that his small body would vomit blood if he was hit by it!
"Damn, what a big kid!"
The most eye-catching thing is Xin Lianshan, who is tied to a blood-red boulder.
I don’t know what methods the primitive people used. At this time, Akuma was already unconscious, and the will-o’-the-wisps on his head were like noodles, lying softly on his big head.
Following the cry of Cocoon, the first warrior of the tribe, all the primitive people immediately gathered around and looked at Hua Jiunan and the others curiously.
After a brief commotion, with another loud roar from Cocoon, the onlookers hurriedly made way for a path and knelt respectfully on both sides.
A giant with a dragon's skull on his head walked together with a skinny old man with a painted face.
They are obviously the elders and shamans of Kuteng tribe.