Chapter 157: The Overlord of the Sky, the Ghost of Bug Valley?
Looking at his excited face.
Chen Yulou couldn't help but feel enlightened.
A few days ago, when they first met outside the Snake River.
The two sides are still at war with each other.
However, after paying homage to grandpa and staying in the village for a few days.
Uro completely dropped his guard against them.
Not only personally escorted.
Now, looking at his bloodshot eyes, one could guess that they had been waiting outside the Worm Valley for a long time.
The character of the Wa village men is like this.
He is never soft on his enemies, but treats his friends with all his heart.
“Thank you, Brother Wuluo.”
“On this trip, thanks to Grandpa’s protection, there was no danger, and every misfortune was turned into good luck.”
In the dark underground, even After staying for a day and two nights, and now seeing each other again after seeing each other farewell, Chen Yulou couldn't help but feel a bit of a catastrophe in his heart.
"That's good..."
After hearing this, Uro felt relieved.
As a hunting team member, they not only have to hunt and supply food, they also have the responsibility of guarding the village.
Time is tight.
But even so, they still took time out to come to Worm Valley every day.
You know, this seems simple, but to them it is full of danger.
Each village has its own territory, and due to old grudges and feuds over the years, they are wary of each other, and conflicts and fights are common.
From Maluzhai to Insect Valley.
You need to cross almost two or three villages along the way.
Except for one of them, the relationship with Maluzhai is pretty good.
The remaining two will fight to the death.
Once discovered, it is never easy to escape.
In addition, wild beasts are rampant in Zhelong Mountain, and insects and pythons are everywhere. It can be said that the journey is full of dangers, and it is no worse than fighting.
"Are Xigu and Togeqiuda okay?"
Chen Yulou just spoke.
On the opposite side, Uro shook his head and smiled.
"Don't worry."
"They are all very good. They are just worried about your safety. They ask several times every day. I will definitely be happy to know that Brother Chen you are safe and sound."
Hearing this.
Chen Yulou’s heart dropped back to his stomach.
“That’s good.”
"Please lead the way. We will go back to meet the two Qiudas now."
"Okay!"
Uluo didn't waste any time either.
Picked up a bone flute from under his collar, put it to his mouth and blew hard. In an instant, a black shadow quickly came through the sky from an ancient tree on the cliff on the top of the mountain.
It is as fast as lightning.
In just the blink of an eye.
He appeared above everyone’s heads.
Chen Yulou looked up and saw that it was a raptor with a white head, brown feathers and dark horizontal spots.
The wingspan is more than one or two meters long.
The eyes are sharp and the body is agile. Just hovering above the head, a fierce aura is already coming towards the face.
"Haitongqing?"
Use your mind to suppress the eager angry chicken.
After signaling it not to mess around.
Chen Yulou murmured softly.
Gyrfalcon, also known as the Gyrfalcon, is a rare and ferocious bird, an absolute dominator in the air, with a pair of claws as sharp as a knife. Its diet ranges from wild sheep to birds, and it has almost no natural enemies.
but.
I had never seen it in the village before.
This is the first time.
"White snail!"
As if aware of everyone's curiosity, Uluo put down his bone flute, pointed at Hai Dongqing above his head and explained with a smile.
"It is the guardian bird of our Wa village."
"It only lives on the snow peaks and does not enter the village on weekdays."
He finished his words.
A young man following behind added another sentence.
“The white snail is proud by nature, and only Uluo can call it.”
"Such a divine bird, Brother Wuluo is indeed not an ordinary person."
Hearing this, Chen Yulou couldn't help but admire.
Since ancient times, there has been a saying of boiling eagles on the grassland.
However, there are three, six and nine among them, and Haidongqing is recognized as the most difficult raptor to tame.
Uro can serve as the leader of the hunting team at a young age.
In addition to being physically strong, he also has abilities that ordinary people don't have.
"No way, don't listen to his nonsense."
Uluo scratched his head, seeming a little embarrassed.
While talking.
He did not waste any time, and sent out a few simple but extremely unfamiliar byte tones toward Hai Dongqing in the air.
As if communicating with it.
Soon, the Hai Dongqing rose into the sky again.
"The white snail can lead us."
"As long as we follow it later, there will be no danger."
Uro explained softly.
But Chen Yulou was in a daze.
In order to break through the Feng Shui array in Insect Valley, a collapse was forcibly created.
However, since we couldn’t find a hot air balloon, we had to use Kongming lanterns instead.
Now that he saw the Hai Dongqing, he suddenly had another idea.
Contract a group of birds with the art of controlling animals.
Drive the explosives to be transported accurately to the insect valley.
Light the fire together again.
It seems to be easier to control than the Kongming Lantern.
Lights are dead things after all, and they have too high requirements on wind direction and climate.
As for the Nu Qing Chicken, the gunpowder it carried was too limited, and Chen Yulou never considered it from the beginning.
But now I see that Hai Dongqing.
The thoughts are like wildfire and cannot be suppressed at all.
“唳——”
Not long after.
A crisp bird song came from a distance.
Chen Yulou put away his thoughts and looked up. Over there, Hai Dongqing was standing on the towering ancient tree, seeming to be greeting them.
“Let’s go!”
Uro whistled.
Holding the crossbow, he quickly rushed up the ridge in front of him.
“Everyone is following.”
Seeing this situation, Chen Yulou did not dare to delay, and waved his hand to signal the Xiling group of thieves to follow.
Although, with the equipment they carry, they are not afraid of those native tribe villages.
But once there is a conflict.
When the time comes, there will be a blood debt.
It will only intensify the hatred between Malu Village and surrounding villages.
From the fact that the Wa village here has kept its oath to guard the country with Grandpa for thousands of years, it can be seen that the natives are probably extremely extreme.
They are like weeds in the mountains.
The wind will not blow away and the fire will not burn away. As long as a trace of blood is left behind, it will definitely take revenge from generation to generation.
They patted their butts and left when the time came.
However, more than 200 men, women, and children were left behind in Maluzhai, suffering bloody revenge every day.
This obviously doesn't work.
However.
The few days I lived in the village before.
Chen Yulou had people teach them farming methods and left behind improved seeds.
If this momentum continues, in a few years at most, the strength of Maluzhai will be greatly improved, surpassing that of several surrounding villages. The effect will be much better than blind killing.
There is Hai Dongqing guiding the way above my head.
The group of people is extremely fast.
Streams and small rivers can be seen everywhere in the snow forest.
The sound of water gurgling.
Various rare birds and beasts.
From time to time, you can even see the remains of beasts that were killed and eaten.
As for snakes and insects, they can be seen everywhere.
Fortunately, the grass they swallowed before had a strong taste and could dispel the poison.
About half an hour before and after.
Meander all the way down the Snake River.
In the endless jungle, the familiar village finally appeared.
“Uluo is back.”
“…and Brother Chen and the others.”
“Quickly, go back and inform the two Qiudas.”
From a distance, the hunting team staying outside the village spotted a large group of people.
Everyone's eyes showed surprise.
One of them went back to report the news. The rest emerged from the treehouse and built a bridge across the river.
“Uro!”
They are all familiar faces.
The group quickly crossed the bridge and met up with the leader, Uro.
"Have you notified Xiguqiuda?"
"Went..."
Hearing this, Uluo felt relieved.
Looking back at the top of the head, a pair of eyes seemed to be able to pierce through the canopy of trees and see the white snails hovering above the village.
Take out the bone flute.
Blow gently a few times.
In an instant, Chen Yulou felt the raptor rising into the sky, and its aura quickly disappeared without a trace.
While a group of people were talking.
A few more people came from the village.
Who else could it be if it wasn't Sigu and Toge who were leading the way?
Chen Yulou asked the two old men to come out of the stronghold in person, and called out the partridge whistle. The two of them came out of the crowd, and together with Wuluo, they quickly greeted them.
"It's good to be back."
"Is everything okay along the way?"
Looking at the two people who were so busy with their travels, with tiredness in their eyes, Xigu couldn't help but relax. tone.
Last time I used ghosts for divination.
Although it works, the lottery is successful.
But these days, he has been having trouble sleeping and eating, worried that something unexpected will happen to them.
After all, Worm Valley is a forbidden place where even big ghosts cannot shelter.
Maluzhai has lived outside Zhelong Mountain for generations, with footprints covering almost every inch of the forest, except for Insect Valley.
"I've made you two worried."
Feeling the sincerity in his tone, Chen Yulou clasped his fists and said seriously.
Tell the truth.
Thousands of miles away.
Two different tribes.
A complete stranger.
To be able to care so much and treat them like family.
Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle, who were used to seeing people's unpredictable nature and the darkness of the world, couldn't help but sigh.
Just a promise.
It lasted for more than a thousand years.
How many people in this world can do it?
"It's okay."
"I know you Han people have an old saying, which is that if you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood. As long as the people are still there, you have nothing to fear."
Xigu is sixty or seventy years old.
When I speak Chinese, I still stumble.
But every word he said was extremely serious.
"Yes, thank you two Qiuda for your concern."
Speaking of this, Chen Yulou seemed to have thought of something again. He looked back at Hua Ling among the people behind him and waved at her. wave.
Hua Ling understood immediately.
Carrying a bamboo basket filled with herbs, I followed quickly.
"Is this?"
Seeing this situation, Xigu and Tog couldn't help but look at each other, their expressions full of astonishment.
"Xigu Qiuda, look, is this the herb you are looking for?"
Chen Yulou did not answer in a hurry.
He just handed over the herbs that Hua Ling gave him.
"This... Immortal Grass!"
The moment I saw those three herbs with strange looks and strange smells.
Xi Gu’s eyes suddenly widened.
As Moba of Maluzhai, he is not only responsible for divination, chanting scriptures, and letting go of ghosts, but he also practices herbal medicine and inherits written culture.
When anyone in the village got sick, they were all sent to him for treatment.
Chen Yulou had been to his residence in Long Moye before.
Except for the chicken bones all over the floor.
There are also all kinds of herbs.
His identity is actually very similar to that of the grass hag or Gu master in the Miao village.
If it is difficult to save with herbs.
Then we can only invite the big ghosts and use the power of ghosts and gods.
In the ancient legend of Wa Village, there is a precious medicine that can bring the dead back to life growing in Zhelong Mountain. Even if a person has been dead for a long time, he can be resurrected by swallowing it.
Nothing more.
Even Xigu has never seen it before.
I have only seen its appearance in the sketches handed down from the village.
Moreover, when we mentioned this matter that day, it was actually a temporary idea. No one had entered the Worm Valley for many years, and no one could guarantee that they would be able to find the Immortal Grass.
“Immortal Grass?!”
Seeing the old man’s face shocked and lost his temper.
How could Tog still not understand?
What are those weird herbs in front of me?
"It's it."
"It's definitely it."
"It's exactly the same as what was recorded in the sketch."
Sigu took a few deep breaths and finally managed to calm down. After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand tremblingly and carefully brushed it gently on the immortal grass.
"Seventeen leaves, with auspicious patterns on the leaves..."
Wa Village divination, looking at the direction of the patterns to determine bad luck.
At this moment, on the emerald-green leaves, there are fine straight lines running horizontally.
Seeing this scene, he became more and more certain.
They are the immortal grasses in ancient legends.
“That’s true.”
To hear the old man so sure.
Torg couldn't help but his eyes turned red.
The population of Malu Village is already sparse, especially the young people in the hunting team. Every loss of one cannot be made up for.
Now, with it, there is at least a glimmer of a chance.
"Xi Gu Qiuda, the breath of this immortal grass seems to be a bit..."
The reaction of the two said it all.
Chen Yulou also took advantage of the situation and asked out the doubts in his heart.
“Strange, isn’t it?”
Xi Gu made a rare joke.
Although he was slightly embarrassed, he nodded.
When they first met that day, Chen Yulou noticed that the aura on the Immortal Grass was almost the same as that of the great ghost Mei Ji.
This is really unexplainable.
“In the ancient rumors of Wa Village, there once was another big ghost in the Worm Valley, but... I don’t know what happened, but it suddenly lost its trace, and even the big ghost Meiji couldn’t sense it. "
"It is said that the immortal grass was planted by himself."
"That's why it smells like a big ghost."
Xigu lowered his voice.
Wa people have great faith in ghosts.
Once these young people know these things, they may find it difficult to accept them.
However.
After listening to Xi Gu’s words.
Chen Yulou fell into deep thought.
The big ghost of Worm Valley?
Is it the mandrill regarded as a mountain god by the barbarians, the undead insect in the cave at the bottom of the cave, or... which one of the three empty ghost coffins?
Based on the Wa village’s belief in ghosts and gods.
The world is created by big ghosts.
It is not unexpected that there are ghosts and gods in the Worm Valley, but his statement is really hard to fathom.
While hesitating.
Sigu, who was holding the Immortal Grass in his hand, seemed to notice something and suddenly looked up at the crowd behind him.
In a pair of cloudy eyes, there was hesitation and surprise, as well as excitement and disbelief.
The emotions are complicated and difficult to describe.
Sensing something strange about him, Chen Yulou subconsciously looked in the direction he was looking.
Not Kunlun, nor the red girl nor the old foreigner.
“Yuan Hong?”
He hesitated for a moment.
His eyes finally locked onto a figure.
It was Yuan Hong who was carrying a leather bag and wearing a straw hat to hide his appearance.
At this moment, it seems to be a little absent-minded, looking around from time to time, not knowing what it is thinking.
“Really a mandrill?”
Chen Yulou frowned.
The mandrill is obviously a monster, but the big ghost is invisible and has no substance, so it is obviously not an existence.
But...
The Yi people worshiped the mountain gods, which is similar to the way incense became a god.
Although mandrills are creatures of the mountains.
But the stone statues in the temple are soaked in incense, and it seems not wrong to say that they are ghosts and gods.
A little lost in thought.
Xigu finally seemed to react.
A pair of cloudy eyes were shining with light at this moment, staring straight at Chen Yulou, suppressing his emotions, but he could not hide his nervousness and apprehension at all.
"Dana, have you ever seen a big ghost in the Worm Valley?"
(End of this chapter)