Primitive Man: I Am a Charlatan

Ma Yue, a half-baked immortal cultivator who blasphemed the immortal grand Ancestor, was struck by lightning and transmigrated. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth in this primitive socie...

Chapter 172 The Dilemma of the Qiuhai Tribe

In this tribe (for the sake of convenience, let's call it the Qiuhai tribe), the witch of the Qiuhai tribe, regardless of his own poor cultivation, fought desperately against the witch of the other side.

Because of his poor skills, he was killed by the enemy's witch. It is said that the enemy's witch was also injured, otherwise, the enemy would have invaded during the last battle.

Isn't there a city gate? Stupid, how easy is it to attack a wooden city gate?

The chief pointed to the east and said that the enemy was coming from the sea.

Huh? Is there a sea over there? Ma Yue looked over, but the hills probably blocked his view.

"Do you know the ghost town?" The name of the ghost town is roughly a homophone.

"I know, we sometimes go to the ghost town to trade!"

Haha! Ma Yue is happy. I hope everyone has the same pronunciation of "ghost town".

The ghost town is said to be easy to find. It's easy to follow the ocean current northward along the coast. Traveling by land is much more difficult. With a horse, you can reach the ghost town in about a month.

There's copper here, so why isn't it traded in Ghost Town? Ma Yue asked, and found out that there's more than just the Qiuhai Tribe that can produce copper; there are also some in Ghost Town. Presumably, it's a valuable commodity, confidential, and they're reluctant to trade it.

Ma Yue made a rough observation and found that the weapons in the hands of the able-bodied men here were mostly made of copper spear tips, with very few weapons such as knives and axes. It was probably because they were difficult to make.

"Can your tribe make such an object?" Ma Yue drew a plowshare shape on the ground with a stone. "In exchange, my tribe has salt!" Ma Yue picked up a pitifully small pottery jar next to the chief and pointed at the coarse salt inside. It was really troublesome because he had to point at the object to speak.

Ma Yue sensed a change in Dhaka's expression, and he felt a hint of joy. The chief seemed quite composed.