The system takes the poor cub to find his father

"Who are you? Why are you helping us?" Wu Ze held the medicine tightly in his arms, his eyes revealing vigilance.

His whole body was tense, his nerves were like a bowstring stretched to the limit, his eyes darted around quickly, trying to find the person who was speaking, but wherever he looked, there was nothing but the familiar yet unfamiliar tribesmen.

At this time, the strangeness of Wu Ze's place had attracted the attention of other Wu tribe members. They opened their door curtains one after another, their eyes full of fear and confusion.

When they found themselves in a completely unfamiliar place, everyone's faces showed tension and they gathered together.

"Where is this? How did we end up here?"

"That dog emperor is finally going to put us to death, right?"

For a moment, all kinds of speculations spread among them, like vines growing in the darkness, constantly entwining everyone's hearts, infinitely magnifying the fear in their hearts.

The panic was like a surging tide, instantly submerging everyone. Their faces were full of panic, and their eyes were filled with fear of the unknown and worry about their fate.

Wu Ze was acutely aware that the tribesmen around him seemed to be completely unable to hear the mysterious voice, as if he was the only one in the entire space who could communicate with that unknown existence. He could not help but feel a surge of shock in his heart.

As a member of the Wu clan, he knew that the Wu clan had once suffered a devastating disaster because of witchcraft.

Nevertheless, the powerful force displayed by witchcraft made him understand that in some aspects, the power of witchcraft was close to that of God.

Now, those members of the Wu Clan who were highly skilled in witchcraft were slaughtered in that terrible disaster, and the remaining members' blood power has become very weak, and they can't even touch the threshold of witchcraft. Now, only he and his infant brother in his arms have the pure blood of the Wu Clan flowing in their bodies.

Wu Ze frowned slightly, thinking rapidly in his mind. In his opinion, there was only one possible explanation for this bizarre situation - that is, the witchcraft of the person who spoke had reached the pinnacle, powerful enough to move them to such a distant place in an instant.

Thinking of this, Wu Ze couldn't help but feel a surge of fear in his heart. He quickly adjusted his expression to make his face look more respectful, and then tried to use his thoughts to communicate with the mysterious voice in his mind:

"Senior, you saved us, is there anything you need us to do?" There was a hint of cautious tentativeness in his tone.

"Save?" The voice sneered, with a bit of disdain, "I'm not that kind." After a pause, the voice continued, "I need someone to help me now. If you are willing, just sign on this brocade and I can provide you with a job opportunity."

As soon as he finished speaking, in this closed space, a snow-white blank brocade slowly floated down from thin air, like a light snowflake, and slowly landed in front of Wu Ze under the gaze of everyone.

"Wu Ze, what is that?" The other tribesmen also noticed something strange happening on Wu Ze's side. When they saw the brocade floating down from thin air, a trace of fear flashed in their eyes, and then they immediately surrounded him nervously.

Wu Ze looked around at the Wu family members present, and a hint of gloom quietly appeared in his eyes. In his heart, except for his younger brother who he had raised, he could not fully trust and care about the other Wu family members.

He silently handed the cloth to the man who had been looking at him with envy. The man took the cloth impatiently, turning it over and over in his hands, muttering, "What is this?"

He frowned, looking disgusted, as if he wanted to throw away the blank cloth. At this moment, something strange happened. The cloth in the man's hand seemed to be sucked by an invisible force and could not be shaken off. Then, a drop of blood oozed from the man's brow and dripped onto the cloth, which was instantly absorbed.

Wu Ze stared at the man without blinking, carefully observing his every reaction. When he found that there was nothing abnormal about him, he couldn't help but feel relaxed.

"Wu Ze, did you know that this thing absorbs blood and deliberately let me come forward?" The man felt more and more that something was wrong. He rushed forward, grabbed Wu Ze's collar, and questioned angrily.

"I'm not that free." Wu Ze remained calm. Even if he had something to hide, he would not easily admit it. After saying that, he reached out and took the cloth from the man's hand.

The moment he touched the cloth, Wu Ze felt a sharp pain in his forehead, and not a drop of blood entered the blank cloth. Almost at the same time, a bunch of densely packed constraints flooded into Wu Ze's mind. However, after a quick glance, he found that these conditions were obviously much stronger than sending him back to the place of exile.

The other Wu tribe members also noticed the difference between Wu Ze and the man, and gathered around the first man, asking him what was going on. The man was also trying to digest the various rules that inexplicably appeared in his mind, and his face looked very ugly and his expression was a little stiff.

After a long while, he roughly explained what had happened to everyone present. When the tribesmen learned that they had a chance to escape from this terrible place of exile, everyone's face suddenly lit up.

Some people couldn't wait to reach out and grab the cloth, muttering, "Yeah, how bad can it be?"

In this way, the mysterious man easily gained a group of laborers willing to work for him.

Wu Ze, who was holding Wu Yue, gently pulled out the stopper of the medicine bottle and gently placed the mouth of the medicine bottle against Wu Yue's lips. The transparent liquid, which was like a paste, slowly slid into Wu Yue's mouth.

After a while, Wu Yue's little face, which had turned red due to the high fever, gradually returned to its normal color, and her breathing began to become stable.

"He's so small." Suddenly, a sigh came into Wu Ze's ear, the voice full of tenderness and emotion. Wu Ze paused, frowned slightly, and did not answer.

The voice didn't seem to want Wu Ze to answer, it just muttered to itself: "I used to have a child, he was also very small and very cute." Its tone was full of nostalgia, as if it was recalling a very beautiful time.

However, before he finished speaking, the voice suddenly became low and angry: "But then he was stolen. He must be very scared. I must find him."

There was a firm determination in its voice, as if this was the most important mission in its life.

Wu Ze was slightly stunned, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer, so he could only choose to remain silent. Fortunately, the voice didn't need Wu Ze's answer, but was just immersed in his own memories and emotions.

Wu Ze gently touched the white cloth to Wu Yue's little hand, and just like before, a drop of blood from Wu Yue's brow stained the cloth.

Afterwards, the cloth seemed to have received some kind of summons, automatically flew around in the space, and then disappeared into the air.

Just when everyone had not yet reacted to this series of changes, the surrounding environment suddenly changed again.

After a flash of light, they appeared on the streets of Qingzhou City.

Everyone was stunned at the familiar yet strange scene before them. Qingzhou City was the lair of the Great Yu Emperor who had brought them to this point.