Primitive Tribe Adventure

"Very satisfied."

Feng Yun accepted Bao's answer.

After that, Feng Yun and Bao stopped talking and focused on searching, but they didn't know why, they hadn't found any good things for a long time.

"Uncle Bao, can you remember wrong?"

"It can't be wrong. Anything about good things is left by the ancestor, so there should be nothing wrong."

"That's right, why haven't we found a good thing?"

"Well...you don't worry, kid, let's look for it again. Well, or else, let's find it separately, it will be easier to find out."

"Ok."

Feng Yun agreed to Bao's proposal, but he asked another question: "Uncle Bao, what should I do if I find the whereabouts of good things?"

"You blow the bone whistle to inform me, and I will come right away. Remember, don't act without authorization."

"Will blowing a whistle scare away good things?"

"It can't run away. It was able to run before because all you saw was its incarnation, and its body wouldn't move."

"I understand."

Feng Yun turned and walked in the other direction, but after only two steps, he stopped suddenly and turned around and asked: "Uncle Bao, you mentioned the body of a good thing, what is its body? You tell , I also pay more attention."

"I do not know either."

"Didn't the ancestor say it?"

"That ancestor did."

"That said, why don't you know? Did you forget?"

"I haven't forgotten."

"I didn't forget? You said you didn't know? Uncle Mo, you confused me."

"I said I didn’t know, because I could not determine what the body of a good thing was. According to that ancestor, the body of a good thing is uncertain. It may be a tree, a grass, a vine, or Probably...always, it is possible to burn what grows in the forest."

"That's it. What is the body of the good thing that ancestor grasped?"

"It's a grass, a grass that is indistinguishable from the surrounding grass. If the ancestors tied it up in advance, or stepped on it, it would definitely not be recognized. Okay, stop talking nonsense. Find it. ."

As soon as the violent talk was over, he walked away quickly.

Feng Yun suddenly remembered something, and he lifted his spirits, and immediately shouted at Pan's back: "Uncle Pan, I have an idea."

"what idea?"

"The burning forest is almost the same everywhere. I think it is necessary for us to put up grass marks in the places we have looked for, so that we will avoid a lot of wrong roads."

"Boy Yun, your brain is good. If I had thought of this method earlier, maybe we have found something good."

"I just thought of it accidentally."

Feng Yun walked forward and looked around. Every time he walked about ten feet away, he would tie a grass mark with grass.

I don't know how many grass markers have been pierced, but Fengyun still found nothing.

Finally, looking around, there are grass signs everywhere, which also means that a large area around him has been searched by him and Lei.

According to Lei, they should have discovered the essence of the good things long ago.

In order to prevent omissions, they deliberately expanded the scope of their search.

Let's say weird fishing line.

Although the fishing line is relatively thin, its length is five feet long, which is impossible to see with his friendly eyes.

"Where is the problem? If it gets dark, it will be harder to find."

Feng Yun raised his head, ready to take a look at the position of the sun to confirm the time.

Snapped!

He just raised his head, before looking at the sun, he showed an annoyed look and patted his thigh heavily.

"Why didn't I find such a big flaw? Although the fishing line is long, the burning tree is higher. If the fishing line is tied higher, it is likely to hang in the air. I and Bao have been looking down. , How can there be discovery?"

After understanding the key, Fengyun immediately took out the bone whistle and prepared to blow it, screaming over, telling him what he found, and changing the direction of his search.

"Luck won't be so good?"

Before blowing the bone whistle, a familiar slender shadow flashed past his eyes.

Feng Yun immediately gathered his gaze, looked at it, and immediately saw what it looked like. It turned out to be the fishing line he used to tie up good things.

He saw its figure just now. It happened to be blown by the wind and swayed in the air.

The distance between it and him was less than five feet, and if he remembered correctly, he had walked under it no less than three times.

Feng Yun finally understood, what is really passing by.

His eyes moved along the fishing line, he wanted to find what it was tied to.

He quickly found it. It was an inconspicuous vine, clinging to a burning tree, and it was indistinguishable from the surrounding vines.

At this time, he finally completely believed in the words of violence. Without enough luck and chance, it is absolutely impossible to find good things.

"beep……"

A high-pitched and sharp whistle sounded like a sharp arrow soaring into the sky, spreading rapidly in all directions.

In less than two minutes, Bao's figure broke into Fengyun's field of vision, like a whirlwind, approaching at high speed.

"Kid Yun, did you find it? Where is it? What is its body? How did you find it..."

Bao Bao hadn't stood firm yet, like a cascade of guns, and asked him a series of questions.

Feng Yun didn't answer, just raised his hand and pointed at the top of his head.

Bao Bao's gaze followed Fengyun's palm and he immediately found the fishing line.

"It's stupid! Why didn't I think that the fishing line might be in the air. Boy Yun, you are still smart. I am old and my brain is not enough."

The violent tone was full of chagrin and mixed with a trace of decadence.

"Uncle Bao, you don't need to be like this. I also found it by accident. I was worried that time was not enough, so I looked up at the sun and discovered the loopholes in the previous search method. I was just lucky..."

"Stop talking. Let's dig out the good stuff before talking."

Storm went over to the vine tied to the fishing line.

Feng Yun followed and asked, "Uncle Bao, you can always tell the name of the good thing now, right?"

"Yes. It's called a mallet."

"Ball mallet? Why does it have this name? Is it because it looks like a mallet?"

"I don't know, this name came from that ancestor."

"Still don't understand. What should we do? Shall we dig directly?"

"It is to dig, but before digging, you still have to do one thing."

"what's up?"

"You pull down the fishing line and hold the other end. Be careful, don't let go in front."

"Didn't you say good things, no, isn't it because the main body of the mallet can't move?"

"I've said so, but I think it's always right to be careful."

"I'll listen to you."

Feng Yun walked to the burning tree on which the club was attached, climbed up, came to the place where the fishing line was tied, opened the dead knot and replaced it with a slip knot.

However, he still maintains the state of surrounding the vines, as long as there is any abnormality, he can tighten the slip knot and fasten the vines firmly in the shortest time.

There was no accident, and the stick rattan didn't even move.

Because it was tightly entangled on the burning tree, it took Fengyun about ten minutes to get the fishing line to the root of the vine, tighten the slipknot, and entangled it several times, and the knot was tied, and it was impossible to loosen it.

"Uncle Bao, what shall I do next?"

"You don't have to do anything. You just have to look at it. Well, you should have hunted a lot of bamboo-eating beasts? Have you brought its front teeth?"

"Take it."

"Give me one."

"Uncle Bao, what do you want it to do?"

Feng Yun picked a big one from the animal skin bag and handed it over.

"Dig a mallet."

Bao took the front teeth, and then made a move that surprised Fengyun.

Pulling out the bone knife, with a violent wave, he cut off the cane from a height of about a foot from the ground.

"Uncle Bao, what are you doing?"

"I did this to be prepared. Although it is held back by the fishing line soaked in your blood, the essence is unlikely to pass away, but it is better to be careful."

"It turned out to be so."

Bao stopped speaking and knelt beside the cane, holding the bamboo-eater's teeth and digging up.

His movements are very gentle, pulling away the soil little by little, especially when he encounters the roots, he will immediately stop and carefully identify.

Feng Yun's gaze closely followed the teeth in his hand, he was very curious, and wanted to see what the mallet in his mouth was.

The violence is too careful and the progress is slow.

It took more than an hour before he dug down a foot deep.

Just when Feng Yun's heart became impatient, things finally turned around, and the vines attached to the clubs came to an end.

As the soil covering it was peeled away little by little, what caught Fengyun's eyes was a small ball, not as big as an egg.

Its texture is very special, it is red, crystal clear, and somewhat similar to crystal. Its interior is filled with bright red liquid, which is still flowing.

At the same time, it also exudes a very attractive fragrance, which greatly increases Fengyun's appetite, and protests and gurgling noises in his stomach.

Feng Yun also heard the sound of swallowing saliva, and the fragrance it emitted was also very attractive to him.

About an hour later, Violent stood up.

He was holding a strange existence in his hand. It was red all over, with a faint red light coming out. It was slightly longer than a palm, but its appearance was not very similar to the little baby that Fengyun had seen before.

Little babies are very similar to real babies, with complete hands, feet, and clear features.

Although the club held by Violence also has a human shape, there are no facial features, just a ball, and the limbs are just branches that grow out.

Feng Yun hit the club up and down enough, and tentatively asked: "Uncle Bao, what should I do with this club?"

"What else can you do? You discovered it, and of course it belongs to you."

"You don't need to hand in part to the witch?"

"That's an ordinary prey, not a mallet. Besides, if you separate it, the essence will pass away a lot, and the gain is not worth the loss."

"Uncle Bao, did that ancestor leave a way to save the mallet? It looks very delicate, and it would be a shame if it accidentally breaks."

"No need to save. You will eat it now."

Bao Bao sent the hammer to Feng Yun's mouth.

"Uncle Storm, wait a minute."

Feng Yun wanted to learn more about the club and hammer, and was going to eat it later, but when it got close to him, it exuded a richer fragrance, which immediately aroused his extremely strong urge to eat.

Not only did he fail to keep his head away from it, on the contrary, he took the initiative to meet it.

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