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"I can promise you this, but I have advised you not to have much hope in the end, because even I don't know exactly where our clan comes from, but what is certain is that the life of our clan before The place is definitely not Dongtingyuan.”

There was a hint of helplessness on the old patriarch's weathered face, and his eyes were deep and confused, as if he was recalling the distant past. The face of the old patriarch is like a thick history book, and every wrinkle is like a deep mark carved by the years, as if telling the story of the countless ups and downs this ethnic group has gone through. His gray hair was like the frost and snow covering the earth in winter, shining silvery white in the sunlight.

However, the old patriarch's eyes remained firm, like a bright light in the dark night, revealing his responsibility and responsibility to the clan.

This ethnic group has lived in this small area since ancient times, surrounded by rolling mountains, which are like huge barriers, completely isolating them from the outside world. The mountains are stacked on top of each other, majestic and majestic. Some peaks tower into the clouds, reaching straight into the sky, like sharp swords, piercing the sky; some peaks are like crouching dragons, winding and undulating, with their bodies stretching for miles, full of... A mysterious atmosphere.

Between the peaks, clouds and mist linger, like a fairyland. The clouds and mist are sometimes dense, completely covering the mountain peak, as if it has covered the mountain with a mysterious veil, making it difficult for people to see its true face; sometimes it is thin, like a veil, brushing over the outline of the mountain peak, looming, adding a few layers of mist. A dreamy color.

Their houses are simple and unsophisticated, built of stone and wood, and are scattered in an orderly manner on the mountains.

In the valley. Although those houses are simple, they are full of life. Every stone and every piece of wood seems to carry the memories and emotions of the tribe. Some of these stones were collected from nearby mountains and polished over time, becoming round and smooth.

They may have once been part of the mountain. They were separated from the mountain through countless winds, rains and geological changes, and were eventually discovered and brought back by the tribesmen to become the cornerstones of houses.

Some were selected from the streams at the foot of the mountain, bearing traces of water flow. They rolled and collided in the stream, and after a long journey, they were finally given a new mission by the tribe. Most of the wood comes from the surrounding forests. After being processed by the tribesmen's skillful hands, it becomes the pillars and beams of the house.

These timbers may be ancient trees that have witnessed the changes of time and transformed into part of a warm home under the axes and saws of the tribesmen.

Some simple tools and prey furs are hung on the walls of the house, showing the tribe's lifestyle.

Some of those tools are rough stone tools, and some are simple wooden utensils. Although they are simple, they are indispensable helpers in the lives of the tribesmen. The fur of the prey records the results of the tribesmen’s hunting. Each piece of fur represents a brave challenge and a successful harvest.

The tribesmen live a simple and peaceful life by hunting and gathering. In the morning, when the first ray of sunshine shines on the valley, the soft light is like golden thread, gently caressing the land. The tribesmen began their day's work.

The men walked into the mountains and forests in high spirits, armed with homemade bows, arrows and spears.

Looking for prey. They are agile and have sharp eyes, as if they are integrated with the mountains and forests. In the dense jungle, they can detect the traces of their prey with the help of subtle sounds and tracks. Their steps are light and steady, and every step is full of strength and determination. They carefully walked through the thorny paths, keenly observing the movements around them.

Once they find clues about their prey, they will quickly adjust their posture and prepare to launch a fatal blow. Their eyes were full of concentration and vigilance, not letting go of any possible opportunity.

The women walked together into the depths of the mountains and forests to collect wild fruits and herbs. They are familiar with the habits and uses of each plant and can accurately distinguish which ones are edible and which ones have medicinal value.

Their eyes are full of concentration and tenderness, and the baskets in their hands are gradually filled with gifts from nature. They walked along the familiar path, gently brushing their fingers over every leaf and flower. They carefully observed the color, shape and texture of the plants, and relied on years of experience to accurately determine which fruits were ripe. They whispered which herbs have the best medicinal effects, sharing each other's discoveries and experiences, and laughter echoed in the mountains and forests.

"Our clan has been living in this small area since ancient times and rarely steps out of the outside world. This is because there is a rumor among our clan that anyone who steps into the outside world will disappear. Therefore, unless a major mistake is made, we rarely go out. Someone was kicked out."

The old patriarch spoke slowly, his voice full of awe. His voice echoed in the valley, as if traveling through time

Kong, once again presents that long history in front of people. His eyes revealed his deep belief in this ancient rumor, as if it was an irresistible fate.

In the long history of this ethnic group, there have been some brave young people who were full of vigor and courage, full of curiosity and desire for the outside world.

Those young people are strong and ambitious. They are eager to explore the unknown world and break the shackles that bind them. There is a determined light in their eyes, and they firmly believe that they can break through the invisible boundaries and find new hope and opportunities.

However, without exception, they disappeared without a trace and were never heard from again.

Whenever night falls, the tribesmen sit around the bonfire, and the warm firelight shines on their faces. At this time, there will always be people mentioning the young people who disappeared, and their voices are full of deep nostalgia and sadness. Everyone recalled the voices and smiles of those young people and told about their dreams and courage.

Those memories are like the twinkling stars in the night sky. Although they are beautiful, they are filled with endless regret and pain. They knew that it was an irreparable loss and an unspeakable pain. The departure of those young people has become an eternal pain in the hearts of the tribesmen, and it has also made them full of fear and awe of the outside world.

"As for what you said before, whether there is something abnormal happening in our tribe, after thinking about it carefully, there is indeed one thing that puzzles me."

The old patriarch frowned and fell into deep thought. His brows were furrowed, as if he was trying to recall every detail, trying to sort out his chaotic thoughts.

Find that clue. His eyes became focused and solemn, and his thoughts seemed to return to those unusual moments.

"What are you talking about?"

Chu Yang asked eagerly. Chu Yang's eyes were full of expectation. He stared at the old patriarch closely, hoping to get the answer from his mouth. His expression was serious and focused, as if at this moment, the whole world was filled with only the words that the old patriarch was about to say.

The old patriarch replied with some fear:

"Because every time in the middle of the night during this period, there will be a whimpering sound outside our tribe, like the cry of a baby or the wail of some strange beasts. In short, the people of the tribe who have heard these sounds from time to time recently are uneasy. But we have never been able to figure out where all this comes from?”

The old patriarch's voice trembled slightly, as if the terrible sound was still echoing in his ears. His body trembled involuntarily, as if he felt the deep fear again.

Whenever night falls, the weird whimpering sound will echo in the valley.

The voice was high and low, intermittent, as if an invisible ghost was crying out its grievances. The voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying endless sorrow and fear. It traveled through the valley and echoed among the trees, covering the entire valley in an eerie atmosphere.

The tribesmen did not dare to go out at night. They closed the doors and windows tightly and hid in their beds shivering. Some young children were so frightened that they cried all night and could not sleep.

The children nestled tightly in their parents' arms, their eyes full of fear and helplessness. They dare not close their eyes, fearing that

The fearful voice will appear in the dream.

Chu Yang frowned and asked, "Didn't you send someone to investigate carefully?"

There was a hint of doubt and dissatisfaction in Chu Yang's tone. He didn't understand why the clansmen didn't take action. His eyes showed eagerness and confusion, hoping to get a reasonable explanation.

The old patriarch shook his head, his expression was quite depressed, even a little aggrieved.

"It's not that I don't want to do this, it's just that living here is very difficult. If you step out of the area where the ethnic group lives, you will inevitably endure the extremely intense heat. Most people can't bear it at all, so they have to turn a blind eye to this strange thing and hope that it will take care of itself. disappear."

The old patriarch's voice was full of helplessness and sorrow. He knew the difficulties faced by his people. His eyes revealed deep helplessness and pain, as if telling the hardship and helplessness of life.

The climate here is extremely harsh. The sun is scorching during the day, and the blazing sunshine is like countless flaming swords, piercing straight into the earth. The air seemed to be on fire, making it difficult to breathe.

The tribesmen were sweating profusely in such high temperatures, and their skin was reddened by the sun, as if it was about to be scorched. They walked hard in the mountains, looking for edible fruits and water. Their lips are chapped and their throats are thirsty, but they still persevere in looking for hope of survival. The nights are bitingly cold and the temperature difference is huge.

When night falls, a cold breath quickly spreads, as if it will freeze all life. In order to survive, the tribesmen spend a lot of time and energy looking for food and water every day, and there is no extra strength to explore the mysterious

Whimpering.

Moreover, the extremely hot environment is an insurmountable obstacle for them. During the hot day, the tribesmen walked arduously in the mountains, looking for edible fruits and water sources. Their lips are chapped and their throats are thirsty, but they still persevere in looking for hope of survival.

The cold night made them huddle around the campfire, trying to keep their bodies warm.

The Lord of the Demon Court looked a little ugly. At least judging from the current exchange, he and Chu Yang didn't get much useful information. There was a hint of disappointment and anxiety in his eyes. He originally thought he would be able to find clues quickly, but he didn't expect things to be so complicated.

He frowned, thinking about his next move.