dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Hearing that Xin Lianshan was not dead, Hua Jiu couldn't feel relieved.

Apologetically, he glanced at the bull's head and horse's face, and told everyone to hurry up and get to the Kuteng tribe as soon as possible, then close their eyes and stop talking.

Concentrate on suppressing the pain that is constantly being washed away by resentment.

Chen Daji was rather curious.

"Cocoon...Brother Muscle, didn't he fight back when you grabbed Xin's head?"

"This is obviously not his character!"

The original giant smiled bitterly: "Of course I fought back!"

"Evil spirits...the big-headed warriors are very powerful, and they were subdued by the clan elders who rushed over after injuring more than forty of our clansmen."

Chen Daji is not interested in what the clan elders are in the giant population.

He just let out a cheap laugh and said to Zhang Chao.

"Chao, let's just say 'good people don't have a good life, but evil people can live for thousands of years'."

"Whoever dies, Xin's big head can't die!"

Since the bull-headed horse-face appeared, Zhang Shizu didn't dare to talk nonsense, for fear of being spotted by the two handsome men.

Now being named by Chen Daji, he only smiled flatteringly as a last resort.

"Boss Chen, you are right in everything..."

Chen Daji was careless, but the two handsome men were used to seeing the dangers in the world.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of hurrying, he kept making indirect remarks about the situation in the Land of the Dead.

These primitive people are very simple, coupled with the awe of ghosts and gods, they naturally know everything.

After a while, the bull head and horse face understood the basic situation of the Land of the Dead.

First: Primitive people don't know that they are dead, or that they don't know that they are dead.

The "people" living here will not age, nor will they have newborn babies.

Even if it is eaten by wild animals during hunting, it will reappear on the tribal altar after dawn the next day.

Second: There are hundreds of tribes, large and small, distributed throughout the Land of the Dead, and the Kuteng tribe is just the most inconspicuous one.

The total number of clansmen does not exceed 300.

The tribe is managed by the mysterious and powerful patriarch and 'Aweng' (another name for shaman).

Third: Among the many tribes, the most powerful is the Qiong God Clan living in the "Weeping Land".

Qiong God 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" who live here never know what the night looks like.

Because at the moment the sun sets, all "people" lose consciousness immediately.

It didn't recover until the sun rose the next day.

However, people like "Cocoon Wu Sanyili Stirner" (hereinafter referred to as "cocoon" for short) 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.

Couldn't help but softly asked the little flying snake who was peeking at Chang Baye.

"Big sister, why do they go to bed as soon as the sun goes down, so on time?"

"You don't even need to get up to shit and pee?!"

Little Flying Snake was frightened when he heard this.

"I don't know either...at night, the place where all the races live will be shrouded in a strange black mist, and we will die if we get close."

"After a long time, no other creature dared to pass by."

"and......"

Before the little flying snake could finish speaking, Cocoon suddenly spoke.

"Dear shamans, our tribal territory is ahead."

"Master Aweng will definitely welcome your arrival."

Walking out of the jungle, what appeared in front of everyone was an open space.

Like the first floor, there are hundreds of huge stone houses densely packed.

There are pale animal skulls hanging on the door of each stone house.

The aura of recklessness rushed over.

In the middle of the stone house, the female primitives sat around and skillfully handled the prey:

Peel the skin and take the meat, and air-dry it in the sun.

The half-grown children chased and played and fought with each other.

It is said that they are big children, but in fact, each of them is more than two meters tall, with bulging muscles, and you punch me with a punch.

Chen Dage even suspected that his small body would be spitting blood if he was hit by it!

"Fuck, 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 method the primitive people used. At this time, Haogui was already unconscious, and the ghost fire on his head was like noodles, lying limply on his big head.

Following the shout of the tribe's number one warrior, Yu Yu, all the primitive people immediately gathered around and looked at Hua Jiunan and the others curiously.

After a brief din, with another roar from Yu, the primitive people onlookers hurriedly made way, kneeling on both sides respectfully.

A giant with a dragon-like skull on its head walked with a bony old man with a painted face.

They were obviously the elders and shamans of the Kuteng tribe.