Not long after, Jia Chao and his party were invited to a large mushroom-shaped tree in the center of the Baimu tribe.
This tree is larger than all the trees in the tribe, and the diameter of the crown is about twenty meters.
This seems to be a very important place. The wooden fence around the big tree has been coated with mud, so that it also has the function of keeping out the wind and keeping warm.
When Jia Chao stepped into this "house", he found a dozen people from the Baimu tribe sitting around inside.
In the middle were three old men. They were all wearing animal skins from the Flame Stone Tribe. They looked more noble than the others.
Because the rest of them were only wrapped in thin animal skins, and several of them were as thin as Bai Zhi.
You know, this is a tribe of people.
If you didn’t know better, you would think it was a group of giant praying mantises.
At this moment, Bai Zhi used leaves to place the fresh meat that she had cut up in front of everyone. Everyone looked excited when they saw the fresh meat.
Jia Chao looked at this group of people, and the first reaction in his mind was that they must not have eaten meat for a long time.
Could it be that this tribe is poor?
How about everyone becoming so thin?
At this moment, the old man sitting in the middle spoke. He looked at Jia Chao and asked:
"Which tribe is this little brother a wind whisperer from?"
Jia Chao was stunned for a moment and replied:
"My name is A Chao, the chief of the Flame Stone Tribe, and an animal whisperer." He paused and added: "Blue Level!"
After hearing this, everyone in the Baimu tribe started whispering among themselves.
"That's not right! Didn't the prophet's prophecy say that the person who can lift the tribe's curse can control the wind?"
"That's right! What's the use of a blue-level beast whisperer? There are so many beast whisperers in our tribe, and no one can get in there!"
"Don't talk nonsense! Bai Zhi said that he saw him flying in the sky with his own eyes. He is no different from those wind whisperers!"
"Yes, yes! Look at this snow rat meat as the best evidence! After so many years, has anyone else brought back snow rat meat?"
"Yes, who said it has to be a Wind Talker? There have been so many Wind Talkers before, but no one has succeeded?"
A group of people were arguing, and Jia Chao listened briefly.
The Baimu tribe should be cursed by something. According to the prophecy of a certain magic stick prophet, it takes a special person to undo this curse.
This person must meet two conditions: he can fly and he can catch a snow rat.
Obviously, judging from the results, I have met these two conditions.
But what exactly was the curse on them?
Is it the curse of poverty?
The one who is cursed to never be able to eat meat for the rest of his life?
Before Jia Chao could ask, the old man in the middle signaled everyone to be quiet and began to explain the reason for inviting everyone here.
"My name is Bai Shan, and I am the chief of this tribe. I invited Chief Achao here today to ask you a favor..."
It turns out that the Baimu tribe is a very ordinary medium-sized tribe, and the people in the tribe are no different from ordinary people.
Until one day more than ten years ago, two lights, one blue and one red, suddenly appeared in the sky.
The two rays of light shot out from the depths of the Lamuge Mountains, and later fell on the Baimu Grassland.
The blue one fell in a forest near the source of the Baimu River. Since then, the snow rats near that forest have become very irritable.
And another red light finally fell in the center of Baimu Grassland, eventually causing a terrible fire, burning a large number of people and animals.
After Jia Chao heard this fantasy story, he immediately thought of the original owner who once entered Baimu Grassland and retrieved the fire.
It turns out that the original sky fire was not a meteorite, but the red light emitted from the Lamuge Mountains?
As for that blue light, could it be the dark blue ice crystal in the glacial lake?
I accidentally broke into the Snow Rat's lair and took away the blue ice crystal. Did he indirectly lift the curse of the White-Eyed Tribe?
It shouldn't be that easy, right?
At this time, Baishan, the old chief of the Baimu tribe, continued:
"Chief Achao, you have been to the north of our tribe. You should know that there is an ice lake there, right?"
Jia Chao nodded.
Baishan: "Then have you met those flying snow rats?"
Jia Chao nodded again.
"Hiss!" Baishan took a breath of cold air, "How did you escape from those flying snow rats? They are stronger than ordinary blue-level ones!"
Jia Chao's eyes flickered a few times, he spread his hands and said:
"Maybe I'm lucky! It was already dark when I went there, so they probably didn't see me!"
Bai Shan stared at Jia Chao silently for a few seconds, then exposed him and said:
"Snow rats can also see things at night, especially those creatures with higher body temperatures. They can't hide in front of them!"
Jia Chao: "..."
Unexpectedly, this old man is quite professional. It seems that there is a lot of interaction between the Baimu tribe and the Snow Rat.
"Okay! I really don't know what's going on! But do those flying snow rats have anything to do with your curse?"
Bai Shan nodded and said:
"Those flying snow rats are not real snow rats. They have no flesh and blood and are transformed by ice spirits.
Because of their existence, our Baimu tribe will be besieged every thirty sunsets.
In order to protect the tribe, we had to place many river spirit statues in the tribe.
These river spirit statues can release white mist, and once the snow rats come into contact with the white mist, they will be suppressed. "
Having said this, Bai Shan let out a long sigh and continued:
“At first we didn’t think there was anything wrong with the white mist, until later we discovered that the white mist would swallow the prey hunted by the tribesmen.
From then on, the tribesmen could no longer eat meat. So you see our children, each and every one of them has become like this. "
Jia Chao didn't even need to look up, he had already noticed what the people in this room looked like.
At this moment, Bai Shan and the other two old men took off their animal skin tops, and suddenly the room fell into a terrible silence.
Jia Chao raised his eyes and was shocked.
I saw that all three old men were skinny and skinny. To describe them as stick insects is a compliment.
They are nothing more than a skeleton wrapped in a thin layer of skin, and every bone in the body is clearly visible.
The most terrifying thing is that the three old men all have spiritual seals on their chests, and they are all crimson spiritual seals.
In other words, they were all crimson-level spirit speakers, but they were completely transformed into human beings by the so-called river spirit.
Jia Chao asked in confusion: "Why don't you leave here and change places?"
Bai Shan shook his head, "The curse we suffered is connected to the soul. No matter where we are, the prey we hunt will be devoured."
At this time, the old man next to him said: "Yes! No matter what you kill, there will only be a piece of skin left in the end!"
Jia Chao: "..."
This curse is too disgusting!
What is this curse? The peeling curse?
"Then you can't live by eating the fruits of plants?"
Bai Shan: "Of course we can, otherwise our tribe would have died out long ago! But it won't work if we continue like this. The children in the tribe can't find foreign partners now!"
Jia Chao was startled when he heard this. The key point is to solve the marriage problem!
He rearranged the logic of the whole thing.
The blue light falling from the sky caused the appearance of ice puppet snow rats in the north of the Baimu tribe. The puppet snow rats would attack the Baimu tribe every thirty days.
In order to ward off those snow rats, the Baimu tribe placed a large number of river spirit statues on the island.
The white mist released by the River Spirit Statue can resist the invasion of snow rats, but it will also swallow the prey hunted by the Baimu tribe.
This caused the people of the Baimu tribe to become thin and ugly, and eventually they could not find a partner, thus threatening the future of the tribe.
This is a typical story about drinking poison to quench thirst, but Jia Chao felt that there was a key point in this story that was not clear.
"Who gave you the idea to build a statue of the river spirit to defend against snow rats?" Jia Chao asked Bai Shan.
Bai Shan was stunned for a moment, then replied: "It's a gray-scale war god from the Presbyterian Church, named Qi Heizi!"
Jia Chao: "Have you been in contact with each other recently?"
Bai Shan: "Of course! Without his help over the years, our tribe would have perished long ago.
He asked the Elders to establish a settlement in our tribe and let people who came and go stay here so that we could exchange food with everyone. "
Jia Chao half-squinted his eyes and rubbed his chin, "Does this mean that as long as they are not members of your tribe, the prey they kill will not be swallowed by the white mist?"
Baishan nodded.
Jia Chao asked again: "Then the snow rat I brought back, why can it make the white fog lighter?"
"This is what a wind prophet from the Bird Tribe told us!"
Baishan explained: "A man who can fly will bring back a live snow rat. After the Baimu tribe kills it, the meat will not disappear, and the white mist will dissipate!"
Jia Chao immediately understood the reason why Bai Zhi did what he did before.
"But you also have flying wind whisperers, don't you?" Jia Chao stared at Bai Zhi and asked Bai Shandao.
Bai Shan shook his head, "We have sent many wind whisperers to the ice forests in the north over the years, but we have never been able to eliminate the threat of snow rats.
We can't take down those river spirit statues until we eliminate the threat of the snow rats. "
Jia Chao nodded, "Then I will go to the north again tonight. Do you want to try to remove part of the river spirit statue?"
Although the blue ice crystal has been obtained by Jia Chao, Jia Chao does not want to tell Bai Shan and others the truth immediately.
After hearing what Jia Chao said, Bai Shan and others fell into silence.
None of them dared to place their hopes on Jia Chao. Can a blue-level beast whisperer solve the problem that has troubled them for more than ten years?
In addition to doubts, they are more worried.
What if those river spirit statues are removed and the snow rats invade again?
Jia Chao noticed their worries and simply stopped talking and left alone.
Seeing Jia Chao leaving, the five Xia Yun brothers and sisters also came out.
When they got outside, they discovered that Jia Chaoren had disappeared.
