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Ma Tianlue, who had exchanged salt, sat for a while and then said goodbye and left with his men. Wu Yue looked at their backs and felt a little regretful.

He also wanted to try to communicate with the horses. The horses looked quite intelligent, and the Dama people could easily command them without tying them up with ropes or whipping them.

Never mind, there will always be another chance later.

As the man walked away, Wu Yue quickly took out the bag of soapberries and peeled them with a stone knife. The peel alone was useful for cleaning, and Wu Yue wanted to plant the seeds within the tribe as soon as possible.

With so many seeds, even if the survival rate is not high, they can reproduce slowly after they grow up and bear fruit.

While Wu Yue was busy, Ma Tian took the salt back to the camp not far away.

"Chief, did you exchange for salt?" Someone had been waiting there anxiously, and when he saw Ma Tian coming back, he hurried up to ask.

"We got it! We're so lucky! This tribe produces salt!" Ma Tian handed over the bag of salt. "Go make some salt water for the sick person. They'll feel better after drinking it."

"Okay, okay!" The man agreed repeatedly, took the salt and hurried away.

Ma Tian glanced at the tents that had been set up and went into the largest one in the center.

There was an old man sitting in the tent. Although he was only wearing animal skins, it was obvious that the skins on his body were carefully sewn, and they were all the best and softest skins.

Although the old man's skin is dry and wrinkled, it is very delicate compared to the skin of a few elderly people in this world. It can be seen that he has lived a good life and has not suffered any hardship.

"I'm back. How's that tribe?" The old man asked Ma Tian who entered the tent while cooking something in a clay pot.

"Great Shaman." Ma Tian bowed respectfully before saying, "This tribe is not simple. They produce salt, have exquisite pottery, and build houses with stone. Most importantly—"

He paused, and seeing the old man's interest, he continued, "There's a man in their tribe who claims to be a messenger of God. He dresses very strangely."

The old man, the chief witch of the Dama tribe, sneered and lowered his head to stir the clay pot again.

Ma Tian didn't care whether he was interested or not, and continued: "This person doesn't speak our language, nor the language of that tribe, but I can understand it, and he can also understand what I say or what the people of that tribe say."

The language spoken by the Dama people is the common language among several large tribes in the north. Many people can speak this language, so it is not surprising even if there are one or two people in a small tribe who can speak it.

But the problem was, he was very sure that he had never heard the pronunciation of the man named Wu Yue who claimed to be a messenger of God.

Ma Wu paused and looked up in surprise.

Ma Tian continued to talk about the things that shocked him: "And that person can make things appear out of thin air... No, I don't think it's just conjured, it's probably stored somewhere, so he can take it out of thin air when needed."

Ma Wu was shocked. He looked at Ma Tian suspiciously and began to doubt this always honest patriarch.

Ma Tian looked back frankly: "Several people who went with me heard about this. The witch doctor can also ask them in to ask." He had a calm attitude and clear eyes, and he didn't look like he was talking nonsense because he had eaten something wrong.

But Ma Wu still didn't believe it.

He was sixty-four years old this year, a rare longevity. He had been a great wizard for nearly forty years, praying, offering sacrifices, and preaching every day, but he had never felt a trace of the so-called divine power.

What he learned from the previous generation of great witches were just some vague myths and legends and some uses of herbs.

In his youth, he had devoutly believed in the Horse God. Without the Horse God's blessings, how could his ancestors have tamed these horses? But gradually, as he grew older and saw a wider world, he had never seen any so-called gods or divine power, so he gradually lost his faith.

But he was a smart man and knew that the legend of the horse god was the only way to unite the tribe, so he carried on as usual, but during the seemingly pious sacrifice he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

He was right, and this disrespectful attitude towards God went unpunished.

Either God doesn't even have the ability to detect his disrespect, or God doesn't exist at all.

He chose to believe the latter.

It's been more than 20 years since he came to this conclusion, but now a person with "supernatural powers" suddenly appears. How can he believe it?

He had to see this so-called messenger of God with his own eyes.

Thinking of something, he smiled ironically: "Ma Tian, ​​you came to tell me all this, you want to ask that envoy to take a look at your woman, right?"

Ma Tian’s woman Tao Hua fell down the hillside while climbing a mountain a few days ago. Although she was rescued, she had a deep wound on her body caused by a rock. Ma Wu used herbs and mud to stop the bleeding, but he felt that the thin and weak woman would not survive.

Sure enough, the woman's wound began to fester and fester, and she began to have a fever and tremble.

He announced to his tribe that the woman would be taken away by the horse god to live a good life, but he knew in his heart that when a person dies, he is dead, and everything is gone.

Ma Tian shrank his neck.

The Great Shaman had already said that Tao Hua would be taken away by the Horse God, and he should have accepted it obediently. Looking for other Shamans to treat Tao Hua could almost be seen as a provocation to the Great Shaman's authority.

The Great Wizard has always been someone who cannot be provoked.

But he really didn't want Tao Hua to die... Tao Hua gave up the comfortable life in the Taotu tribe for him, and followed him everywhere, never having a good day, and now she was about to die...

He gritted his teeth and nodded: "Yes, Great Witch, I would like to ask the Divine Envoy Wu Yue to take a look at Tao Hua!"

He was ready to endure Ma Wu's wrath, but the old man, who always had a bad temper, just laughed and said, "Okay, if you can persuade that divine messenger, then go ahead and ask him. I'll go along and see how powerful he is."

Ma Tian was extremely surprised. He thanked them repeatedly and ran out of the tent towards the Sharp Tooth Tribe.

The horse witch in the tent sneered.

A messenger of God? He didn't believe it. He just learned a few tricks to deceive people. Let's see how he can make that 'messenger of God' look bad!

On the other hand, during the time when Ma Tian and Ma Wu were talking, Wu Yue and his men quickly dealt with the soapberries.

The fruit peels were put in a small basket and placed next to the campfire in the center of the tribe for everyone to take at will. He planted the seeds at equal distances along the river. In order to prevent uninformed passers-by from stepping on the seedlings, he also inserted a wooden stick as a mark.

These soapberries were not enough for the more than 200 people in the tribe, so he thought he should ask everyone to use them sparingly, and at the same time he could make some more wood ash soap.

But animal fats are really rare, and if he wants to use them to make soap, the tribesmen have to consume less fat.

He walked towards the vegetable garden, watering the lush plants while thinking that it would be great if the soybeans, peanuts and sunflowers in the field could grow immediately. These crops are rich in oil and can provide some supplement.

He was lost in thought and tripped over the spreading pumpkin vines. He almost fell, but luckily Xiao behind him pulled him up.

This guy has nothing to do today, so I've been following him for most of the day.

People who have been hunting for many years have great strength, and Wu Yue has lost a lot of weight because he didn't eat well. With this pull, he fell straight into Xiao's arms.

Xiao followed the man for most of the day and finally hugged him tightly in his arms. The corners of his mouth began to rise, and his hands naturally circled Wu Yue.

Wu Yue was stunned for a moment before he realized what was going on. He struggled twice but failed to break free. Considering that the other person was his 'love interest' anyway, he simply stopped struggling and leaned obediently in the arms of the man who was slightly taller than an ordinary person.

"Wu Yue."

"Um?"

"I brushed my teeth today."

"Well, that's great. I'll brush it every day from now on."

"No, I mean..."

"ah?"

"I mean..." Xiao relaxed his embrace slightly, looked down at Wu Yue, and his face turned a little red. "I've brushed my teeth. Can I kiss you?"

With a bang, Wu Yue felt the blood suddenly rushing to his head and was stunned for a moment.

Xiao on the other side asked seriously: "Is it okay?"

Wu Yue came back to his senses, damn, other people's kisses are all full of love and love, and it happens naturally, but this idiot actually asked seriously, and asked again and again!

Wu Yue became angry and said, "No!" He struggled to break free and turned away.

On the other side, Xiao sighed in disappointment, paused, and then caught up with Wu Yue to hold his hand.

Wu Yue swung, and he pulled. Wu Yue swung again, and he pulled again. After repeating this several times, Wu Yue got bored and gave up struggling, letting him lead the way.

The fool then said, "Then, when can I kiss you?"

Wu Yue was about to explode with rage when Shitou popped up again, "God's messenger, Chief, the leader of the Dama tribe is here again. He seems to be looking for the God's messenger and keeps calling your name!"

The leader of the Dama tribe, Ma Tian? Didn't he just go back? He's back so soon... Is there something wrong with the salt?

Wu Yue frowned, stopped arguing with Xiao, and hurried towards the entrance of the tribe.