Mysterious journey

On the edge of a large black canyon on the grassland, there is an irregular khaki small village nestled in a low-lying area.

The village is like a dark patch growing on this pale yellow prairie.

Next to the village is a place that looks like ruins, and you can see stone pillars that are either crooked or straight everywhere.

Under the setting sun, it is peaceful here.

Several African elephants were dyed red all over. A baby elephant followed the elephant's four pillar-like legs. The baby elephant ran forward a few steps from time to time, and then was entangled by the elephant's trunk to slow down the speed.

Beside a few sparse tall green trees, a few giraffes stretched their necks and chewed leaves, waving their tails in peace and silence.

The trees here all grow alone, or at most a few form a cluster.

Cohen stood at the entrance of the village, watching a group of topless black women dancing around a bonfire. They did not know what kind of dance they were doing. From time to time, they raised their hands in the air, clapped, and loudly sang unknown desolate songs.

An old woman with a face similar to Rosdam's was sitting by the campfire, clapping her hands as well, and singing a few lines in time with her voice from time to time.

There is a young man playing a tambourine on the side, which is very rhythmic.

Someone was tapping their white thigh bones against each other, making a popping sound.

When Cohen woke up this morning, he found that Rosdam was missing. He searched for a while but couldn't find it. Then he left the house alone.

The indigenous people outside were very friendly to him. Although they didn't understand the language, they also knew how to smile.

Here, in this completely unfamiliar tribal village, Cohen suddenly felt an unprecedented peace.

"It's nice here, isn't it?"

Rosdam's voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Yes." Cohen nodded. He had long been used to the other party's elusiveness.

"This village has honest people and ancient heritage. It's a pity that we can't stay here for a long time." He said with regret.

"Why?" Cohen asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say it's safe here?" He touched a scar on his chin. This deepest scar gave him a different kind of manliness.

"I'll tell you the truth." Rosdam turned his head, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. "Actually, I'm being hunted just like you."

"No," Cohen opened his eyes wide, "Who can hunt you down?"

"A very powerful existence. Very powerful." Rosdam replied in a low voice. "You may be in the same danger now as you are with me."

"You know, Rosdam, you feel like you're selling fake medicine." Cohen didn't believe it at all. This old guy lied to people one at a time. He didn't know how many times he had been deceived.

"Forget it if you don't believe it." Rosdam also shrugged. No more talking, the two of them quietly enjoyed the dance of the natives around the bonfire.

He quietly glanced in a certain direction outside the village.

As for Cohen's troubles, they are just mortal troubles and nothing. Compared to this, if that guy catches up again.

After so many years of hunting and running around, maybe it's time to finally come to an end.

Thinking back to the greedy fight, to the burial and death of friends one by one, perhaps from the beginning, no one expected it to end like this.

He was tired of living in constant hiding, so it was a good choice to return to his hometown, to be born here and die here.

Rosdam looked at the old woman in the middle of the crowd.

"Don't give up, we will always stand behind you, Dam." The old woman's eyes said so.

"Yes. I lost everything, but I still remember that I still have you." A daisy-like smile appeared on Rosdam's face again. He suddenly raised his hands high, clenched them into fists, closed his eyes piously, and sang loudly to the rhythm.

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Far away from the village, on the edge of the Grand Canyon.

Under the setting sun, a skinny old man wearing gray and black cloth clothes was standing. He was leaning on a sheep skull crutch and looking quietly in the direction of the village in the distance.

There was a deep scar on the old man's forehead, as if he had cut through the flesh with some sharp blade and carved it into his forehead and skull.

"Fate has brought me here, Rosdam, you can't escape"

The old man's stature was stooped, as if he could be blown over by a gust of wind.

But at this moment, there were actually two golden male lions prostrate at his feet. One lion was shaking the mane on its head from time to time, and its strong streamlined muscle fur was dyed red by the setting sun.

The clothes on the old man's body seemed to be wrapped up with many strips of cloth. Compared with the orderliness of the mummy, the strips of cloth on his body were more messy and messy.

"Everything is guided by fate."

He slowly lifted the crutch and tapped it lightly on the ground.

Snapped.

The two male lions at their feet suddenly roared, stood up in their original prostrate posture, and walked towards the village with their heads shaking.

In the woods and grasslands behind them, lionesses began to appear densely at this time, and there were actually dozens of them.

After the lions, there are large groups of spotted wild dogs. They run briskly in groups and cry like children. Judging from the number, it turned out to be a large black mass, no less than a thousand.

These are enough to sweep across the grassland like locusts. From a high altitude, they look like a black cloud rushing towards the village.

Then came a group of red-faced baboons, these powerful creatures that even leopards would retreat from when they got so fierce. They were running in groups swinging their arms, right between and behind the wild dogs, making whining roars from time to time, revealing their sharp claws. teeth.

The old man stood on the cliff, looking down at the huge group of beasts rushing past him.

"Fate!!" he shouted loudly. "Tear apart all those who stand in your way!!"

It is a local indigenous language, but the syllables seem to be a kind of singing, a kind of praise.

Clang, clang, clang! ! !

The sound of gongs suddenly sounded in the village. The natives hurried into the village and quickly set up spiked wooden fences. The wooden fences were as thick as arms and seemed to give people a sense of security.

The villagers showed panic expressions and looked at the herd of beasts rushing in the distance.

Someone was saying something loudly and shouting something in dialect.

Some people took their children and hid in their houses, while others held onto spears, bows and arrows and other weapons, but most people focused their attention on the bonfire in the middle.

Sitting there was Daryl, the most mysterious and powerful witch doctor in the village.

Daryl also held a cane, which was made of black wood and had strings of bone chains of different colors hanging on it.

"Don't worry. Our ancestors have always been with us." She roared loudly. Although she looked like an old man in her eighties or nineties, her voice was as loud and powerful as a young person.

As if she had magic power, as her voice spread, hundreds of natives in the village suddenly fell silent. They gathered on the square at the entrance of the village. The men took up weapons, spears, javelins, bows and arrows, and bent arrows. Knife, axe. There are all kinds of weapons.

The women began to gather together, and under the leadership of the leader, they organized the village into a circle with sturdy houses on the periphery, and piled wooden fences and bags of stones and soil between them. Pile into a temporary fortress.

Daryl looked far into the distance, and she could see that the man standing on the cliff in the distance was the culprit of everything.

"The plague-like messenger of disaster is back."

Qike Fibo, this name may have been forgotten by too many people.

The name that frightened everyone back then and the figure that made all tribes tremble has finally returned.

That epic experience and story was a memory that Daryl would never forget.

She had thought for a time that Geek Fibber was dead.

But he didn't expect that he was just lured away by Rosdam. He was lured away because of that thing.

"The things of our ancestors cannot be tarnished. They are the source of everything we have, the source of our bloodline!" Daryl looked at Rosdam in the crowd.

The two looked at each other and nodded equally firmly.

Cohen sensitively realized that he might have been involved in something even more serious.

He watched his old friend and the old woman flirting with each other, feeling something strange in his heart.

"The situation is a little bad," he asked in a low voice.

"We are about to return to the embrace of our ancestors." Rosdam said calmly.

"I'll wipe it." Cohen's expression changed. This time he could see that his old friend was not joking. "you sure?".

"Is it because of the crystal document you mentioned?" He seemed to have thought of something, "The supreme document that you revered as a sacred object of your ancestors?"

"Yes. That document has always been with me." Rosdam hid in the crowd and explained to Cohen in a low voice. At this time, Daryl began to boost morale loudly, using weird dialects that were incomprehensible.

All the natives showed sadness and anger on their faces, and their morale was suddenly boosted.

What's weird is that the beasts on the outskirts of the village stopped consciously and whined in fear as soon as they reached within ten meters of the village. It seemed like there was something terrible ahead.

Rosdam watched the beast outside stop. "That's right, the purpose of the person who is chasing me is to obtain the ancestral document, which is what you call the Supreme Document."

Seeing this miracle, the natives immediately cheered. They shouted loudly, beat their chests, raised their spears and made threatening sounds. But most of them were kneeling on the ground and praying loudly.

"The Supreme Document is something more troublesome than the secret of the Lucky Stone Clock. It caused so many turmoils back then." Even if he wasn't from that world, Cohen knew a little bit about this. That supreme document with mysterious power is the source of all the power of these tribesmen, and it has mysterious and incredible power.