Waste Strong Foundation

Chapter 113 Eight Roasted Chestnuts

As the snow waves rushed to the shore, the narrow-headed and wide-bodied boats sometimes exposed wooden oars struggling to paddle, and sometimes were swallowed by the raging tide.

Skinny men and women each tied a black-dyed hemp rope around their waists, stepping barefoot on the black reefs on the shore to salvage the fishing nets set out last night.

Soon, the white waves rolled, and a pair of blue-red crab claws surfaced.

This is a giant crab that flows from the East China Sea into the lower reaches of the Yangtze River. The crab shell is like a mountain of snails. The crab claws slap the river water and splash layers of snow waves!

The cold river water splashed on the back of Fei Mingqiu's hands.

He woke up from the wandering dream, his eyelids twitched, and he clenched his hands into fists and sat up on the ground.

Sharp stone axes swung rapidly from all directions, forcing him to maintain an awkward sitting position.

The slaves who first spotted him shouted at him emotionally.

Fei Mingqiu couldn't understand anything, so he subconsciously searched for a watch connected to Alpha's intelligent system to translate——

The wrist is empty.

But because of his movement, the fingers resting on the side of the leg pulled the long hair scattered outside the hair rope.

Fei Mingqiu frowned in pain and hissed.

The trousers, which were wet by the sea tide, were pressed against the thighs, and the cold wind blew, causing many goose bumps on the bare ankles, and the heels were obviously red.

The body seems to suddenly...

become very fragile.

In addition, no matter how he closed his eyes and meditated, he could not reach the gate of heaven.

This gave Fei Mingqiu a little headache.

It's hard not to suspect that this is another illusion created by Lord Baimin and Taishibi.

……

The slaves of Yu Shiqie (tribe name) quickly reached a conclusion, put an ax against the young man's neck, and pointed to the nearby boat.

Fei Mingqiu was still wearing the shirt and trousers he wore when he went out during the day, but the cane of the mountain god and the odds and ends in his pockets were gone.

His limbs were weak, and the back of his neck was sore, as if he had been beaten violently, and he was not even sure that he could successfully knock down the two old men in charge of rowing.

Where the hell is this?

He was still in the Kingdom of Baimin last second—how is Shang Yuan doing now?What about the players?What about Xia Ren and Dayu?

The East China Sea is connected to the rolling Yangtze River, and it is difficult to distinguish between the ebb and flow of ocean tides and river tides.

Fei Mingqiu "voluntarily" followed the boat and sat cross-legged in the middle of the boat.

There were two bamboo baskets of snow-white crab meat and carp that had been simply disemboweled and scaled, in front of him and behind him.

He was in a hurry to go out in the morning, and he hadn't eaten all day. At this time, he was so hungry that his eyes stared, and he didn't care about his image, covering his stomach and curling up into a ball.

The old man squatting on the bow and rowing the boat kept an eye on the stranger's situation, so he poked his arm with the oar and pointed to the bamboo basket.

Fei Mingqiu: "...?"

The old people at the bow and stern of the boat muttered and communicated.

After some psychological struggle, Fei Mingqiu was so hungry that he tore off a strand of crab meat and put it in his mouth.

Breaking through the [-]th deca level to enter the true source of the gods, since he is not dead, he shouldn't be afraid of these things in the illusion.

If neither the implanted heart limiter nor the Diligent District Court's psychotic wristwatch can kill him—

The taste of crab meat is surprisingly delicious.

Fei Mingqiu had no time to be surprised, he swallowed the sweet crab meat, and in a daze lifted up his soaked top and touched his left chest cavity.

With the clacking of the limiter disappearing at the same time as the omnipotence.

……

Going upstream, the bow of the ship sailed into the port smoothly, and the hull shook slightly.

Fei Mingqiu had a wonderful feeling in his heart, he was both excited and confused, and looked sideways at the sparkling river.

The ripples created by the oars disappeared, and a pale face was reflected in the blue-gray water.

This is him, not him.

With sunken cheeks, bright and gentle eyes, the haggard and slender Jiang Wu steamed on the shoulders and neck lines soaked by the sea tide.

It seems to have been asleep for hundreds of years.

The slaves who were squatting at the port and driving wooden stakes quickly surrounded them and spoke a few dialects of the tribe with the two boatmen.

Their nails are all stained with reddish-brown paint, some have their faces painted black, and some have snake-shaped totems painted on their chests.

Fei Mingqiu squeezed his wrist hard, unable to escape from the "fantasy", he took the initiative to disembark with the two old people to protect himself.

A very small child slipped in between people's legs and pulled the tiger jade pendant that tied his hair, and was carried away by the child's mother screaming.

Is this also the role that Mirage needs to set up?What's the point.

Fei Mingqiu disliked the sudden long hair getting in the way, he untied the gold rope that hung the jade pendant and put it on his hands, his neck felt cold——

brush!A bloody stone knife with a curled edge was pressed against his carotid artery.

After hearing the news, the soldiers who rushed over were wearing rattan armor, with thick eyebrows, thick lips, and unusually thick body hair. They held knives and yelled loudly with their companions.

Fei Mingqiu was still in shock, and it was in such an embarrassing situation that he met Dan Zhu——

Shun regarded him as the king of Yao's corpse, who lost the right to inherit the throne because of his unworthiness, and whose family was exiled to the miasma land in the south.

Danzhu was very beautiful, wearing a golden crown on his head and a sword at his waist, red hair and red eyes, almost no trace of time on his face, showing power without anger.

There will not be another big tribal leader with red hair and red eyes in the world.

Fei Mingqiu instantly understood the other party's identity, and calmly thought about what to do next.

Why on earth did he appear in the south thousands of miles away.

The Lord of Baimin only has a quarter of the Taishi pen in his hand. Will he still have the power to create such a real illusion after fulfilling his wish?

Or maybe the Lord of the White People chose to break his promise and did not realize his wish...

So what will happen to Shangyuan and Shangyuan?

Danzhu was called here temporarily by his clansmen, he was short of breath, and he wrinkled his mouth and cast a scrutinizing gaze at Fei Mingqiu.

A blood-red movable eyeball instantly appeared in front of Fei Mingqiu's eyes.

Where did he seem to have seen this eyeball... When Yuan Yuan first arrived?Or when taking players to the salt pond for trading?

Not allowing Fei Mingqiu to recall carefully, Dan Zhu ordered his slaves to take cinnabar and mix it with fresh snake blood, and took a handful and splashed it on Fei Mingqiu.

Surrounded by tribal warriors with knives and axes, Fei Mingqiu, who was inexplicably "weakened" by [-]% of his combat value when he woke up, failed to dodge.

Hmm, I feel like it's being regarded as something ominous and needs to be exorcised.

"Master Yu, well done. Take it back to the altar." Dan Zhu clapped his hands to brush off the wet cinnabar particles, "lock it up first."

The slaves had no opinion on the chief's decision.

The two old men who escorted Fei Mingqiu to the main city only said they were right, and added in a low voice:

"Wang, we caught a giant crab from the East China Sea today. It's very good meat. We'll bring you the meat from two large crab claws."

Danzhu gave them a cold look, and casually ordered a familiar clansman to deal with the old man.

The old man had expected Danzhu's attitude long ago, rubbed his palms with a wry smile and said:

"Recently, there are a lot of sick people in the clan. My lord, although my clan is good at controlling the rain, the population is sparse. If the flood rises one day..."

Danzhu was in a hurry, not knowing where he was going, and he glared at the words and ordered: "Give them some medicine, and then send a medicine-making priest to take a look."

The two old people smiled and bowed their hands to thank each other.

Danzhu's relatives, Jinwei, accepted the ceremony of concubine Yushi on behalf of their king as a matter of course.

After the red-haired Danzhu completely disappeared from everyone's sight, the slaves at the dock returned to their respective positions and continued to work.

It was close to noon, and Fei Mingqiu, who was able to understand the local dialect by accident after "exorcising evil spirits", was locked up.

He stayed with two bulging big sacks and arrived in the city of Danju in a large carriage.

It was Danzhu's agricultural officer who came to meet him.

It seems that not only the Yellow River Basin was flooded, but the Yangtze River Basin was also ravaged by floods, so that the tribal agriculture basically stagnated.

The farmer closed his loose cuffs and put the rice-like braid into the sleeves, "Where is this mountain god?"

Fei Mingqiu was startled.

How can you tell at a glance that he is a mountain god?Could it be that the divinity of this agricultural official is stronger than that of the old priest with the Xia clan?Is it also a direct descendant of the creator god?The south is the territory of the ancestors of the Yue people. If you talk about the god of creation, the first thing that comes to mind must be Zhulong——

In fact, the agricultural official just asked such a question according to the usual practice.

He led the way and led the horse driver to follow Fei Mingqiu's shoulders to the newly built altar, "Compound, it's getting late, why don't you go?"

Fei Mingqiu was full of question marks.

chemical, compound?

Is this a proper name for someone?

So this is still the illusion of the Lord of the White People!

The horse driver called "Compound" was very young, and said in a deep voice: "The king ordered me to send this mountain god to prison. Then I will go."

The farm official Nian Xu nodded, "He treats you like a brother. If he is still alive, he will definitely teach you more knowledge about raising wild horses."

The more Fei Mingqiu heard it, the more something was wrong.

He lived with the natives in Yanchi for more than half a year. He knew that the grammar of the language of this era is different from that of modern Chinese. Nouns are often preceded by function words, and most of them are single-character words. It’s just that Alpha’s translation system directly uses free translation for easier understanding. .

Without the "alien" like him and Shang Yuan and the "fourth natural disaster", prehistoric people would never have been able to say the word "knowledge".

There are people like him here.

And the status of the tribe in Danzhu is not low.

Fei Mingqiu was so upset that he was pushed into the cage and locked by the agricultural officer without realizing it.

Giant trees are densely arranged to form a square cage. Inside the cage is very large and the air is dirty. There are two mountain gods with human faces and deer bodies lying there.

Hearing the movement, the dying mountain god raised his eyelids and looked at the new hapless ghost.

Fei Mingqiu was a little distracted when he thought of the glazed square plaque of Shanshen Pony and the "Mountain God Purchasing Group" in the square.

Bad luck is bad luck, today is... an offline meet and greet.

At this time, he heard the agricultural officer pat the compound on the shoulder and comforted him casually: "You can't be resurrected after death, you should cheer up sooner."

Before the horse driver could say anything, the mountain god whose tail had been roughly cut off groaned twice with red eyes.

The agricultural official smiled nonchalantly, "Go, compound, I will go with you. I have also received his favor, and he named my child."

The human voice faded away.

The tailless mountain god calmed down, with the deer's hooves curled up in his arms.

The mountain god on the other side was very timid. He was silent for a long time before he dared to ask in a low voice: "Hey, which mountain are you from? Are you in our small group?"

Fei Mingqiu: "I know pony."

The mountain god's gray eyes lit up, "I know Xiaoma, what is the mountain god of the nameless mountain with the Qi family?"

The tailless mountain god greeted Fei Mingqiu with a sad face: "The pony who lives by the Yellow River? Huh, it is managed by our group of dogs. You are so bad, you have come all the way to die. How long has it been since you left your mountain?" They have something to do tonight, and the day after tomorrow they will send a new priest to drain our blood, will you survive until tomorrow? Damn it! Danzhu’s claws have extended to the northern mountains!"

The mountain god murmured: "One day, Xiao Ma owed me [-] roasted chestnuts to play against landlords in the group. You pay me back for him!"

Fei Mingqiu touched his wrist, "...Huh?!"