We made you the chief, and now you've become the world's chief?

Chapter 136 The Mother of the Wa Tribe?!
Xia Minghao's reaction startled the three newcomers, who dared not approach him.

After a brief moment of confusion, the three cautiously asked.

"Where are you from?"

The question attracted the attention of the three peeing men, who immediately came over.

Six burly men approached gradually, but there was no hostility on their faces; they were just curiously observing.

Xia Minghao remained vigilant and on high alert.

If this tribe wipes out the tribe it anticipates, then it is in considerable danger. One cannot be deceived by appearances and must not relax in the slightest.

We must ascertain their identities as soon as possible.

Without answering the man's question, Xia Minghao looked around at the six people and then asked.

"I saw that nice stone by the river, why did they do that?"

Unexpectedly, after a brief moment of stunned silence, all six of them looked somewhat indignant upon hearing this question.

One of the three who had urinated earlier spoke up.

"Are there things up there that are bad for us, that make us unhappy? Mom says this can drive away the bad things that are affecting the tribe."

Upon hearing this person mention his mother, a look of reverence immediately appeared in everyone's eyes, and they all began to speak up.

“We used to believe in Dick, but coming here brought us bad luck. Now we believe in Push!”

"The earth turned white three times, and people no longer believed in Dick. Now, many bad things have left. Mother was right."

Mom? Dick? Pushy?

Xia Minghao frowned slightly upon hearing their words.

Dick might be the name these people gave to the large stone sculpture, but what is Pushi?
The earth turned white three times. Does this refer to snowfall? If it snowed three times, that means three years have passed.

Three years ago, this group of people changed their faith in the so-called Dick and switched to something called Push.

And a mother?

The mothers mentioned by this group seem to be the same person. Could it be that they all had children with the same person?

The doubts from before were only partially answered, but countless questions arose in Xia Minghao's mind.

While they were brainstorming, they suddenly heard one of the three who had spoken first, the one who had been peeing, say with a friendly smile.

"Where are you from? Do you still have any people? You can stay, or you can become a mother's child."

Xia Minghao turned his head to look.

And also became a mother's child...

In other words, the "mother" they refer to is not their biological mother, but a mother figure of faith.

Is this mother a real person, or a symbolic representation of a belief?
To get this answer, we'll probably have to wait and see it for ourselves.

Looking at the curious eyes of this group of people, there was no threat whatsoever.

Furthermore, what this person said clearly indicated that he wanted him to join their tribe.

This is exactly what Xia Minghao wanted to do: infiltrate the tribe, find a breakthrough point, launch a precise strike, and quickly conquer it.

“My people are all dead. The rain is heavy, coming from the river. I am the only one left.”

Upon hearing of this tragedy, the six people actually smiled.

"Then you can be your mother's child. Don't go any further; there are terrible things there."

Xia Minghao knew, of course, that the man was talking about the Fire Totem Tribe, but he still pretended to be surprised and quietly stuffed the wooden box into his back pocket while saying to the man.

"Yes, I can be Mom's child."

Upon hearing that Xia Minghao was willing to join, the man immediately nodded and continued.

“My name is Arno, we are from the Wa tribe, and we are all mother’s children now. I will take you to see mother.”

After Arnold finished speaking, the others also announced their names.

Xia Minghao tried hard to remember the various strange names of this group of people, and at the same time, he also remembered the name of this tribe: the Wa tribe.

Just as Arno pointed ahead and was about to leave with Xia Minghao, someone suddenly spoke up.

"Arno, we haven't found anything to give us water yet."

Arno scratched his head, looking troubled.

At this moment, the other three suddenly spoke up.

“We’ve already fed them, and we found more today, so we can give them to you.”

Then they lifted up a somewhat rotten animal that appeared to be some kind of even-toed ungulate.

Upon seeing this, Arno and the other two immediately smiled and accepted the gifts.

Xia Minghao continued to observe and deduce. Clearly, private ownership had not yet arrived, and this group of people should still be living under a primitive communal ownership system. In addition, the corpse had obviously been dead for several days, which did not seem like it was obtained through hunting, and the group of people did not carry any weapons, so it was impossible for them to have hunted this kind of prey.

Scavenging?

Primitive communal ownership?
Could my deduction be wrong?

Is this a completely backward and primitive tribe?
As Xia Minghao followed the six people, he became increasingly puzzled.

After walking for a long time, until it got dark, we suddenly realized that we still hadn't arrived at our destination.

The fact that this tribe is so far from the riverbank suggests that they must control other water sources.

If I can't figure it out, I'll stop worrying about it. Once I get to the location of this tribe, I'll naturally find out what's going on.

After walking quite a distance, Xia Minghao suddenly smelled a foul odor.

The stench grew closer and closer; it smelled like a stinking sewer, extremely pungent. The other six, however, seemed completely unaffected.

"We've arrived. You didn't tell me your name."

Arno seemed to only then remember something, turning to look at Xia Minghao and asking.

"My name is... Ah Hao..."

Xia Minghao didn't reveal his full name, mainly because his name was too complicated for these primitive people, so he simply used the last character of his name.

"Ah Hao, you may not be strong, but you are very tall, and Mom will love you."

"Forehead……"

That sounds a bit strange.

Xia Minghao didn't dwell on the question and walked through another stretch of woods until it was completely dark.

He had gradually gotten used to the stench and it wasn't so pungent anymore. Xia Minghao could vaguely see some firelight in the distance.

As the six people drew closer, they finally saw the place illuminated by the firelight.

There were over a hundred men and dozens of children visible around seven or eight bonfires.

So many men and children?

Xia Minghao estimated that the tribe had about three or four hundred people. Such a large tribe could not possibly be a matrilineal tribe.

So what exactly is the "mother" they're talking about?
Male or female?

Or perhaps, the so-called mother is not actually the leader of this large tribe?
Having formed a rough estimate in his mind, Xia Minghao looked around.

Because it was already dark, the surrounding area could not be clearly seen. It could only be roughly estimated that it was a valley-like terrain.

Even under the firelight, Xia Minghao could not see any buildings.

If this were a settled tribe, it should theoretically possess certain architectural skills, perhaps not as advanced as some tribes, but at least some.

But now I haven't seen it at all.

Since coming into contact with this tribe, Xia Minghao has felt that everything is awkward and unreasonable.

But in this primitive era, all the irrationalities should, in principle, have a reasonable explanation.

What exactly caused this situation?
As they drew closer, Arno led Xia Minghao to the edge of a large bonfire.

Xia Minghao also saw the faces around the campfire.

Previously, the small bonfires were crowded with people, but this large bonfire only had about twenty women around it.

Arno handed what he was holding to the person next to him, and then pulled Xia Minghao to a woman with a rather voluptuous figure.

Unfortunately, the firelight was not bright enough to observe anything more detailed.

Just then, Arno knelt down and, without saying a word, began to lick the woman's toes.

Xia Minghao felt a little disgusted, but he forced himself to keep a straight face and didn't show any expression.

After a while, Arno stood up again and said in a hopeful tone.

“Mom, these are people from other tribes who want to join our tribe.”

The woman kept scrutinizing Xia Minghao, looking him up and down.

Seemingly having seen through Xia Minghao, the woman's red lips parted, and a deep yet highly authoritative voice emanated from her mouth.

“You can be my child, and I will allow you to lick my feet.”

Then, the woman took the initiative to lift her foot.

Under the firelight, one could see that Arno's saliva remained on his clean feet.

Damn it...

Xia Minghao felt as if a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind...

(End of this chapter)