Reflect the world

Chapter 391 Outsider (Part [-])
Hurrying and hurrying, Tang Xuanming arrived near the tribe three days later with extremely entangled feelings.

"Just hope no one reaches the Horde..."

He held such a mood all the way, but when he walked to the open space outside the tribe, his heart suddenly became colder.

The field outside the tribe that he had opened up to grow blood oats was empty, and he didn't even see a blood oat plant.

Traces of flames can still be seen on the dark land, and the entire field of blood oats seems to have been burned by a fire.

"I fucked you bitch!"

Tang Xuanming's eyes turned blood-red faintly, and there were even four superimposed dragon chants coming from inside his body, and a golden real dragon faintly condensed behind him, and then followed the supernatural powers he unleashed. It flickered darkly, and all the visions disappeared.

Until now, Tang Xuanming has not lost his mind because he saw that the simple walls built by the tribe, and the stone houses one after another have not collapsed, and he can also see the curling smoke rising from the tribe.

"The group of outsiders haven't left yet? Then they all stay here, and don't even think about leaving."

"All of you will be buried with the Pi tribe."

Tang Xuanming's whole body was full of power, and the terrifying power and fluctuations distorted the clouds above his head, but they were quickly suppressed by his innate magical powers, and he didn't show it at all.

He walked into the tribe with great anger, then his eyes widened, and he said in astonishment: "Da Zhuang, why... why are you here?"

What catches the eye is Da Zhuang, who is tall and muscular, and he is walking forward carrying a huge log. The heavy log makes him leave a shallow footprint on the ground every step he takes, and there is a loud bang. Bang bang.

It profoundly shows strength in beauty, and this primitive style and naked power are shocking.

Seeing Tang Xuanming standing in the tribal clearing, Da Zhuang also showed a smile on his face, and greeted him warmly: "Uncle Tang, you are back."

"The tribe has guests, and my father called me to entertain..."

Da Zhuang showed a simple and honest smile, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a haughty voice.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle there, the master is still waiting for dinner."

Tang Xuanming's expression turned cold, and the depths of his eyes were slightly golden. He glanced at the tribe and found that there was no blood in the tribe. The Pi tribe didn't seem to be massacred by outsiders as he imagined.

It's just that the treatment is still not very good.

He glanced at a young man in linen clothes standing under a huge cypress tree in front of the tribe. The young man had a somewhat impatient face and was urging Da Zhuang repeatedly.

"Hey, come right now!"

Even though the attitude of the young man was not very good, there was no trace of anger on Da Zhuang's face. He squeezed out a smile on his face, carried the logs, and walked away humming.

While he was busy, he turned around and left a word for Tang Xuanming.

"Uncle Tang, my father is waiting for you at home. I am very worried that you haven't come back from hunting for so long. I keep talking about drinking with you when you come back."

Tang Xuanming's heart tightened, and then relaxed again.

The food in the tribe is extremely precious, but it will not be easily used to make wine. After he came to the tribe, in order to treat injuries, he researched a lot of medicinal wine based on the pharmacology in the wilderness, and buried them in front of the house of the chief of the tribe. .

Usually, it is not used for drinking at all, it is only used to treat some serious internal injuries, and to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

As for Da Zhuang, he immediately showed joy when he returned to the tribe, and then directly called him to have a drink with Pihu.

In particular, the words spoken by Da Zhuang are dialects in the wilderness. Although they are similar to the language popular in Yunmeng City, they are faster and shorter, and some syllables also have strange changes. People can't understand it at all.

Tang Xuanming can understand because after owning the altar, he seems to be born with this ability, no matter where he goes, he can easily understand other people's words, although if it is written on paper, Tang Xuanming may not be able to recognize it , but when others speak, he can understand directly, and can also tell.

The young man standing under the cypress tree took a look at the dusty Tang Xuanming who was dressed in animal skin and looked like an aborigine in the wilderness.

The conversation between Da Zhuang and Tang Xuanming was directly ignored by him. How could he be interested in the conversation between two barbarians?

The most urgent thing now is to cook a unique barbecue meal for his master, not to mention that the barbecue method of this small tribe has its own uniqueness, and the taste is much better than that of the outside world.

"Boom!"

Tang Xuexuanming knocked on the stone door of Pihu's house, and there was a crisp echo, as if knocking on a wooden board.

This requires extremely high strength, and it is an extremely special training method. After all, the doors in the tribe are all made of pure stone, which is unbelievably hard. It is not easy to knock out the sound with your fingers.

"Come in!"

Pihu's voice was still dull, majestic and majestic, but Tang Xuanming could hear a trace of fatigue and anxiety inexplicably.

He pushed the door open and entered, and saw the tall Pihu with his back facing him, looking at the center of the tribe through the window in the house, and it was there that the curling smoke rose.

It is more than two meters long, and even has some black scales on its surface, lying docilely at Pihu's feet. Compared with Pihu's huge body, Lai, who is about the size of a tiger, looks more like a husky.

"Some interesting things seem to have happened to the tribe during the time I've been away."

"Brother Tang, you're back!"

Pihu turned his head full of surprise, looking at Tang Xuanming who was dressed in a simple animal skin, he was sincerely excited, his eyes were surprisingly bright, but soon, his eyes dimmed as if thinking of something.

"Well, I'm back! What happened to the Horde?"

"A lot happened, a lot!"

Pihu pointed to the center of the tribe, his expression was gloomy, but soon he perked up, and asked excitedly, "Have you got the star-pointing method?"

When asking this question, Pihu used Professor Tang Xuanming's inner strength, the voice transmission for thousands of miles.

Although the sound can only be transmitted within two meters at most, it can be regarded as an extremely special ability to directly use internal force to transmit the sound to the ears of others without opening the mouth. Yes, most people who practice internal strength in the tribe have mastered this ability, which is very useful for hunting.

Tang Xuanming's expression remained unchanged. He dug out a jar of medicinal wine from the soil at the door and placed it on Pihu's stone table. He chatted with Pihu about homework, but secretly communicated with Pihu through voice transmission.

Something was wrong with the Horde, and he had sensed it.

(End of this chapter)