Yang Cheng led people outside the house and heard the "buzzing" sound of mosquitoes inside, which made people feel irritated.
This is especially true for the ordinary people living in this house. These days, due to the rising temperature, the appearance of mosquitoes has made them unbearable.
Now back outside the house, they rushed in without thinking and greeted the mosquitoes with slaps, letting the mosquitoes taste the taste of the slaps.
However, mosquitoes are more flexible and have the instinct to seek good luck and avoid evil, so they can still fly.
The tribesmen only killed some mosquitoes during the sneak attack. The remaining mosquitoes saw that the situation was not good and flew in the air. No matter how much the tribesmen jumped up, they could not hit them.
"Okay, everyone, stop."
Yang Cheng stopped these tribesmen and asked them to stop the mosquito's nearly ineffective attack.
Seeing Yang Cheng speak, these tribesmen stopped attacking angrily.
Yang Cheng asked them to get out of the house.
"Light ball technique."
Then he threw a ball of light inside.
Mosquitoes have phototaxis. On the earth, mosquitoes like places with light and heat. For this reason, the ancients gave this phenomenon an idiom called "moths flying into the fire."
After Yang Cheng's light ball was thrown in, these mosquitoes seemed to be attracted by something, surrounding the light ball in the middle, and kept flying up and down.
There were a lot of mosquitoes, more than a hundred of them, flying around the light ball, which affected the light emitted by the light ball.
Seeing so many mosquitoes, everyone's expressions couldn't help but change.
I don’t know how they got here these days.
Everyone will have a dozen or dozens of swollen bumps, large and small, when they get up.
It can even be said that the blood shed from fighting ferocious beasts on this day was not as much as the blood shed from mosquito bites.
Cang Shi, Hong Ya, and Mu Qing, the smarter people in the tribe, saw these mosquitoes being attracted by the light ball emitted by Yang Cheng. Their eyes lit up and they realized that this was a good idea.
They had already vaguely guessed that the witch would make a bag out of animal skins and quickly trap the mosquitoes in it, catching them all in one go?
However, Yang Cheng did not use animal skins to make bags to trap the mosquitoes that were attracted by the light balls, as they had guessed and imagined.
"Take some of these plants out and place them in the corners of the house."
Yang Cheng directed several tribesmen to take some of this plant similar to mugwort and put it in a corner.
"Wu, put it away."
"Well, okay, Mai, you bring the torch around and light these plants on fire."
After Yang Cheng nodded, he ordered Mai again.
Since everyone had torches in their hands, Yang Chenggong didn't have to use fire spells.
"Ah?" Mai was stunned and asked doubtfully: "Wu, did I hear you correctly? Light these grasses on fire? Won't there be smoke?"
The people of the Black Monkey Tribe and the Black Snake Tribe were driven out of the caves by burning plants and using smoke.
So when he heard Yang Cheng say, light the plants, Mai suddenly thought of what happened before.
Not only Mai, but others also thought of the previous method of using smoke to smoke the enemy out of the cave, and worry showed on their faces.
"Yes, Wu, how can we sleep if we light these grasses?"
"Well, Wu, the smoke is so smoky that I can't sleep."
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Everyone was worried.
In response to their concerns, Yang Cheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, this grass doesn't emit much smoke when burning, and the smell isn't very choking."
Doesn't it produce much smoke?
Not very choking?
Everyone is doubtful.
When Mai saw Yang Cheng turning his attention to her again, he gritted his teeth, walked over with a torch, and lit the wormwood placed in the corner.
Mai carefully controlled the flame, just lit it, and watched the plant roots at the bottom gradually burn under the scorching heat of the flame, producing sparks.
Mai immediately took back the torch and ran out of the house without daring to light it again.
I'm afraid that if I continue to light it, the smoke will become bigger and make people choke and uncomfortable. I'm afraid that the flame will be so big that it will set the whole house on fire.
When the others saw Mai lighting the plants placed in the corner, they immediately took a few steps back, covering their mouths and pinching their noses.
Even though Yang Cheng said that the smoke produced by burning this plant was not large and would not choke people, everyone still subconsciously covered their mouths and noses.
As Mars continues to burn.
After a while, under the bright light of the light ball technique, wisps of light smoke slowly floated up and filled the air.
Everyone was a little stunned when they saw this.
"Huh? It's exactly what Wu said. This kind of grass doesn't burn as much smoke as other grasses!"
Yan Lin's voice was full of surprise, ringing in everyone's ears.
Others looked at the smoke, which was different from other burning plants, and were equally curious.
But before they could get any more curious, something even more magical happened.
I saw that the mosquitoes that had been surrounding the ball of light suddenly seemed to have encountered a natural nemesis under the shroud of smoke.
Some of them seemed to have been poisoned, spinning around in the air for several times, and finally somersaulted to the ground.
Others followed the fresh air and flew out of the window very quickly, escaping from the burning smoke.
In just a moment, the mosquitoes that had been buzzing in the house and making people distracted were no longer visible.
"W-what is this?"
Everyone was so surprised that they opened their mouths and were speechless.
After a while, he came back to his senses.
Then someone put down their hands covering their noses and mouths and tried to smell the smoke in the air. They wanted to know what the smoke smelled like and how they could get rid of the mosquitoes.
The spicy and fishy smell that I imagined did not appear. The smell in my nose was slightly uncomfortable, but after I got used to it, I felt a fresh aroma that lingered in my head and was very refreshing.
However, everyone just smelled it for a while, and suddenly thought of the scene where the mosquito fell to the ground in a daze in the smoke.
Immediately cover your mouth and nose again, not daring to smell the smell of smoke in the air.
Seeing them like this, Yang Cheng knew that they were worried that the smoke was poisonous.
This is normal. After some plants in primitive societies were burned, the smoke emitted was poisonous. For example, in ancient times, before mugwort and wormwood were discovered.
The plant used is called Mangcao.
Mang grass is very toxic and can kill not only mosquitoes, but also rats and snakes.
Yang Cheng smiled and said: "Don't worry, the smoke from burning this grass is not poisonous. It is only effective against mosquitoes and will not do any harm to us."
With that said, Yang Chenggang dispelled everyone's worries, took a few deep breaths and spread his hands to show that he was fine.
