Time passed by minute by minute.
It's been more than half an hour.
The cleared sand has been densely covered with dozens of patterns.
Everyone no longer had the initial disgust or reluctance.
Now everyone is excited and enthusiastic, urging Yang Cheng to draw patterns one after another for them to guess.
this will.
Yang Cheng drew another pattern.
There are three triangular points on the top, but there are two large forks on the bottom.
After Yang Cheng finished painting and got out of the way, everyone involuntarily came closer to take a look, and there was a faint intention of fighting.
"Witch, I know, I know!"
Yan Lin took one look at the pattern on the ground and quickly raised her hand, "This is a mountain!"
Yang Cheng smiled and shook his head, saying: "It's not a mountain."
"Isn't it a mountain? But it looks like a mountain?"
Yan Lin put down her hand, her two tiger ears twitching, and her cute head was full of doubts.
"Stupid!" Xing glanced at Yan Lin with disdain and said, "The second Shan already said it, have you forgotten?"
Then Xing turned his head again and said to Yang Cheng expectantly: "Witch, I know, this is a spear, and these three points represent the head of the spear!"
"No!" Yang Cheng shook his head.
"Is not it?"
Now the situation was reversed, and it was Xing's turn to be confused. She frowned and bit her little hand.
Yan Lin laughed wildly at the side: "You still call me stupid, but I think you are stupid. How does this look like a spear? As long as one end of a spear is pointed, how can it have three points?"
"Hmph, don't laugh at me. You can't guess it either. Besides, it's better for me to guess 'spear' than for you to guess 'mountain'. Mountain has already been guessed!"
"Tch! Then I'm better than you at guessing 'spear'. At least this word is somewhat similar to 'mountain'..."
The two guys, Yan Lin and Xing, had a disagreement and started arguing again.
Yang Cheng was so funny that he ignored them and turned to the others and asked, "Has any of you guessed it?"
When asked by Yang Cheng, everyone tried to give a few answers.
But they were all wrong and were denied by Yang Cheng.
Mu Qing shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Witch, this pattern is too difficult, we can't guess it..."
"Can't you really guess it?"
Yang Cheng asked, his eyes showing some disappointment.
He originally thought that after guessing dozens of words, he would be able to broaden everyone's thinking, but now it seems...
While thinking about it.
Suddenly a weak voice came from the crowd: "Wu, I, I think I guessed it."
When Yang Cheng heard the sound, he looked over and saw a petite figure in the crowd. She had a cute face and two sika deer antlers on her head. Her face was very pale and bloodless, which was caused by not eating enough food all year round.
This beast-eared girl is none other than Xia.
Xia has a gentle personality and is a bit timid.
Just now, when everyone was enthusiastically guessing the word, she didn't say anything at all, just watching from the crowd.
So much so that Yang Chengdu didn't notice Xia and thought she was still lying in the cave.
And Xia didn't raise her hands high like Yan Lin and Xing, as if to prevent others from seeing them.
Xia raised his hand, only halfway up, just above his head.
And she saw that because she spoke, everyone focused all their attention on her.
His pale and bloodless face turned red all of a sudden, like a frightened deer. He quickly put down his raised hand, instinctively trying to pull it back.
But the clan members gathered together and blocked Xia's back, leaving her with nowhere to retreat. This made Xia seem a little more anxious and scared.
"It's okay, Xia." Yang Cheng lowered his voice and comforted: "Tell me, what does this pattern mean?"
Yang Cheng is the shaman of the tribe and has a high status.
He spoke softly to Xia and comforted her.
Xia felt a little warm in her heart and didn't seem so panicked anymore.
Then under Yang Cheng's encouraging eyes, Xia gritted her teeth and whispered: "Wu, I guess, I guess this pattern is not one word, but two words..."
The words were not finished.
When the people around him heard the word "pattern", they started making noises in low voices.
"Two words?"
"Isn't it possible? The patterns given by the witch before were all the same word?"
"Yes, this is all one word, how can it be two words?"
…
The words of others made the beast-eared girl who had just summoned up the courage instantly become uneasy:
"Wu, why don't I say it? Maybe I guessed wrong."
The beast-eared girl said that she was about to retreat from the crowd.
But Yang Cheng was a little excited, someone's thinking was really opened up!
Yang Cheng glanced at the people in the tribe who were noisy in low voices. Wherever he went, everyone quickly shut their mouths.
Yang Cheng stepped forward, took Lu Er Niang's thin and thin hand with his hand, and encouraged: "It's okay, Xia, just keep talking. It doesn't matter if you are wrong. As long as I am here, no one will laugh at you!"
Wu's hands are so warm.
When Yang Cheng suddenly held his hand, Xia's head went blank.
She wanted to struggle, but she was reluctant to let Yang Cheng let go, and she had a vague idea in her heart.
She wanted Yang Chengcheng to keep holding it, holding it, and feeling the warm feeling coming from his palm.
"Xia?" Yang Cheng asked again.
"Witch, I, I..."
Xia reacted, her face turned redder, and she was suddenly at a loss.
Yang Cheng thought Xia was still scared, and comforted him: "It's okay, Xia, just tell me."
"good."
Xia nodded obediently, and then faced the curious eyes of everyone, as well as the envy and jealousy of the two beast-eared girls, Yan Lin and Xing, looking at her hand held by Yang Cheng.
"The word is 'fire'." Xia said slowly.
After saying that, she looked at Yang Cheng with uneasiness and a little expectation on her face.
"Xia, you got it right, this pattern is 'fire'!"
Yang Cheng had a smile on his face and raised Xia's arm high as if he had won a grand prize.
There was a roar from the crowd!
None of them expected that Xia was right.
This pattern is two words.
"Fire? Wu, why is it a fire?" Xing didn't understand, his eyes widened.
"Haha, look at the three sharp corners at the top, do they look like a fire? The two forks at the bottom look like burning firewood, so when put together, doesn't it make a fire?" Yang Cheng explained. road.
"So that's it!"
When everyone heard this, they were stunned.
Thinking about it again, this pattern represents two words, which is much more interesting than just guessing one word.
So, everyone was making a fuss, begging Yang Cheng to come up with more patterns for them to guess.
