In the human world, Southern Xinjiang is a very special place.
The territory of southern Xinjiang is isolated by hundreds of thousands of mountains. The local customs are very different from the outside world. Due to the harsh living environment, fierce folk customs have been developed.
Since ancient times, Southern Xinjiang has never been conquered by successive dynasties. Even within Southern Xinjiang, unification has never been achieved. To this day, tribes still live scattered near water sources.
Even Ao Xue, who has been in elementary school for two hundred years and has not graduated yet, can be said to be knowledgeable.
Ao Xue volunteered and was sent to southern Xinjiang by Zhang Xiu to inquire about information. Soon, he shocked several tribes with his calculations of addition and subtraction within one hundred, and won the respect of the locals.
By the time Zhang Xiu came to join him, Ao Xue had already proclaimed himself a "middle school student" and began to teach this southern Xinjiang tribe about postpartum care for sows, striving for a plan to increase piglet production tenfold in the next year!
Seeing Ao Xue eating roasted suckling pig with her mouth full of oil, Zhang Xiu curled her lips and lifted her up angrily.
"Are you here to inquire about information or to have a meal? What have you found out in the past few days?"
Ao Xue tried her best to swallow the roast meat in her mouth, and said angrily: "I have not been idle these days. Put me down, and I will show you what I have achieved these days!"
Zhang Xiu let go and let her fall back to the ground. Ao Xuefeng ran out of the hut and soon walked in with two old men with black and white patterns on their faces.
Seeing Zhang Xiu's puzzled expression, Ao Xue straightened her back, pointed at the two people and introduced them: "These two people are the high priests and leaders of the tribe, and they are both the chosen ones with extraordinary abilities! What do you want to know? Just ask them for information!”
After Ao Xue finished the introduction, the two of them nodded slightly towards Zhang Xiu with a hint of pride on their faces.
Zhang Xiu took a look at the two old men and couldn't see anything special about them at all. He said with a suspicious look on his face: "Ao Xue, are you really just looking for these two people to fool me?"
Ao Xue suddenly became angry and said: "You still don't believe me, tell him about your respective magical powers!"
The high priest showed some displeasure on his face and spoke first: "I have the ability to communicate with heaven and earth. As long as my right leg hurts inexplicably at night, it will definitely rain the next day. It has never failed!"
Zhang Xiu: "..."
God has the ability to communicate with heaven and earth. Your condition is called rheumatism in our country!
Seeing Zhang Xiu's "shocked" eyes widening without saying a word, the high priest raised his lips slightly and said in a show off: "Although I can't communicate with the world like the leader, but as a high priest, I can communicate with the spirits of the dead. , I can see the dead person just by looking at it..."
Zhang Xiu listened to his story and felt that the high priest's ability was quite reliable. He could actually tell how the deceased died with just one look.
Then I heard the high priest continue: "With just one glance, I can tell whether the deceased is a man or a woman!"
Zhang Xiu: "@#￥%￥#@......"
Looking at Ao Xue with admiration on her face and the two old men with proud faces, Zhang Xiu felt more and more the differences in the world.
He took a deep breath, stopped his beating eyelids, and asked: "Have any strange things happened in the nearby tribes recently? For example, someone suddenly discovered a treasure, or a strange beauty appeared at night?"
The high priest looked solemn: "Where is the treasure?"
The leader's eyes shone: "Where is the beauty?"
Zhang Xiu: "..."
In the hands of these two people, this tribe was able to survive. It must be protected by heaven!
When Zhang Xiu couldn't help but want to complain, a woman riding a panda came to a stop outside the hay shed, got off the panda, and said to Zhang Xiu: "There is nothing strange in our tribe, but the Blackwater tribe in the upper reaches a few days ago Hundreds of soldiers were missing.
Just this morning, blood floated down from the upper reaches. I went to check and found that the hundreds of warriors had bloodbathed their own tribe. I guessed that they might have encountered a monster that could confuse people's hearts. "
Zhang Xiu glanced at the woman and cast a questioning look at Ao Xue.
Ao Xue introduced: "She is a warrior of the White Water Tribe, named Qianmo. After my careful teaching, she is no longer inferior to me in calculations of addition and subtraction within one hundred. She was also appointed by me as the 'Sow Postpartum Care Brigade'" 'Captain!"
Zhang Xiu automatically blocked the second half of Ao Xue's words and asked Qian Mao: "When the soldiers of the Blackwater Tribe took action, did they have red light in their eyes?"
Qian Mao said firmly: "No."
Zhang Xiu frowned slightly, feeling that the devil's methods of controlling people were endless, and he couldn't figure out what the devil's plan was to control these southern Xinjiang warriors.
These three hundred warriors are most likely to be stronger ordinary people and cannot pose any threat to him. Could it be that the demon wants to use the lives of these three hundred warriors to test whether he will be soft-hearted?
While Zhang Xiu was thinking, suddenly, there was a scream in the distance. He turned around and saw a big man holding a stone axe, knocking his companion who was returning with the prey in front of him to the ground with an axe.
Zhang Xiu had quick eyes and quick hands. Before the big man raised his ax and dropped it again, he used a body-holding technique to immobilize the big man, thus preventing the tragedy from happening.
At the same time, similar strange things were happening in various tribes in southern Xinjiang.
A good person at first suddenly went crazy and slashed at his brothers and tribesmen. The entire southern Xinjiang suddenly became a mess. It took him a long time to calm down the riots in his respective tribes.
In the Baishui tribe, Zhang Xiu sat on the straw mat, listening to the information that Qian Mao had gathered from other tribes, and finally understood what the demon was doing.
The devil wants to cause chaos in southern Xinjiang and make him exhausted!
After pondering for a moment, Zhang Xiu said to Qian Mao: "Those hundred warriors of the Blackwater Tribe must have other uses. Go and track down their news. Use your jade pendant to notify me as soon as you find their traces."
With that said, he threw a communication jade pendant to Qian Mao.
Kan Mao mounted the panda, raised a puff of smoke, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
When the sun went down in the evening, Qian Mao sent back the news: "We found it. The hundreds of warriors came to the vicinity of Montenegro. It seems they are going to attack the tribe of Montenegro!"
Zhang Xiu stood up and asked everyone, "Which direction is Black Mountain?"
The high priest and the leader looked at each other, and stood up with confidence. One pointed east, and the other pointed west firmly...
Zhang Xiu: "..."
After a while, after receiving an accurate answer from Chao Mao that the correct direction was to go south, Zhang Xiu took a deep breath and headed towards Montenegro through the clouds and fog.
Therefore, it is really outrageous to say that the White Water Tribe has not perished until now!
(End of chapter)
