It was getting dark, and the young local man named Mulin was very excited.

However, after leaving the Bunois tribe, Mulin became very cautious.

He walked ahead, carrying a basket full of meat on his back, each step taken with great caution.

But I wasn't very excited, because I was probably more worried and scared.

After all, the child is innocent. Whether this matter succeeds or fails, I must bring him back safely.

Mulin walked very fast ahead, and I almost lost him several times while following behind. Later, Mulin probably noticed that I wasn't very comfortable walking in the dark, so he slowed down.

We walked for about three hours. Walking in the dark was really tiring, and we couldn't find any torches to light our way. We could only move forward by the faint moonlight.

Fortunately, this forest had been burned by a wildfire, so there weren't many leaves to provide shade. However, the moonstone was dimly lit, and with both of us carrying things, we were even more tired.

After walking for another half hour, the forest in front of us suddenly stopped. Then he turned his head and looked at me very warily, making a "one" gesture with his hand.

This was something we had agreed upon beforehand; his gesture indicated that we needed to continue.

I grabbed Mulin and tried my best to communicate with him: "Is the Uetas tribe just ahead?"

Mulin looked at me, probably trying to guess what I had just said.

Half a day later, he pointed ahead stiffly and said, "Uhtas!"

Now I can confirm that what's ahead is indeed the Utas tribe; it seems we've found their camp.

I lay on the rock and looked ahead, and I saw that there were indeed many fires surrounding us, and a lot of people were gathered around us. They were obviously keeping watch.

This place is actually quite spacious, but we don't know if there are any traps around, so we can't act rashly.

Mulin and I lay there waiting for a while. Mulin was obviously getting anxious, but we couldn't communicate, so we could only wait for the right opportunity.

I looked around but didn't see any lynxes. If I threw the meat out now and it got eaten by other wild animals, the people of the Utas tribe would know we had been here.

Therefore, it is essential to ensure that the meat is eaten by the lynxes. Once the lynx route is blocked, the rest will be much simpler.

I gestured to Mulin for a long time, meaning that he should first quietly go into the woods to see if there were any traces of lynxes, or place the meat in some routes that lynxes often pass by. But Mulin didn't understand. Just when we were at our wits' end, not knowing what to do, we suddenly heard voices behind us.

That must be a foreign language. I didn't understand it very well, but the accent was familiar. After all, I've lived with these foreigners for so long, so I'm quite familiar with their accents.

I immediately grabbed Mulin, who was about to speak to me, and then pulled him down into the grass.

Although the grass has been burned and there is no cover, the good thing is that the visibility is very poor now.

Mulin had obviously heard the commotion and immediately pulled out one of the bone knives unique to their tribe, shrinking nervously beside me.

And then, the voice grew closer and closer. His footsteps pounded on the ground, making the dry branches creak and groan. Every step felt like it was pounding on my nerves.

I was extremely nervous, and the gun in my hand was already loaded. If he found me and Mulin now, and if he couldn't escape, then this man would die here tonight.

Mulin and I can take advantage of the chaos to get out as far away as possible.

However, it seems we can't go back to the Brunois tribe, otherwise wouldn't we be bringing danger to them as well?

A multitude of thoughts raced through my mind in an instant, and I was still unsure of what to do. I didn't know if the pirate had discovered us, or if he just wanted to relieve himself here, or something else entirely.

Mulin gripped the knife tightly in his hand. Perhaps Mulin and I couldn't communicate, but in this situation, we should both be thinking the same thing, right?

Then remain quiet, wait for the right opportunity, and adapt to changing circumstances.

But to my surprise, the pirate man walked up to the tree roots next to us and started taking off his pants. Then he started humming and moaning. I finally understood that he wasn't talking, but humming some song.

Then I heard a splash, and I breathed a sigh of relief. He really had come to urinate; he hadn't discovered us.

I let out a long sigh of relief, feeling a bit more relaxed. Mu Lin next to me obviously felt the same way. But this relaxation caused trouble. Unexpectedly, Mu Lin relaxed his body as well, and somehow his foot stepped on a tree branch.

The sound of tree branches breaking was clearly audible beside us, and the pirate who was urinating, who had been humming a song, suddenly stopped.

He seemed to look around at us warily. I was incredibly nervous, my gun already in my hand, wondering whether to jump out now and shoot him dead, or for Mu Lin and I to stay silent and pretend nothing had happened.

As a result, when Mu Lin heard the humming stopped, he became even more nervous, and the creaking and snapping sounds of the tree branches beneath him grew louder as he moved.

There's no way to dodge now!

I was furious, but now was not the time to argue with him.

Because I could clearly hear the sound of the pirate gun being cocked, and he seemed to have said something swearing, though I couldn't quite make it out.

Then I saw that figure actually walking towards me and Mulin.

He was very cautious with every step he took, but perhaps it was also because he was highly skilled and daring, and he wanted to come and scout out the situation all by himself.

As the pirate walked, a light suddenly appeared in his hand. Damn, I didn't expect this pirate to have a flashlight!

This time, we have nowhere to hide!

I have a gun in my hand. If I were to shoot him, he would surely die.

But that would make a lot of noise, and if Mulin and I wanted to run away, it wouldn't be easy.

After all, we are not far from their Utas camp.

If they catch up now, Mulin and I will definitely be caught unless we can find a very secluded hiding place.

But where can we hide in the middle of the night?

I'm racking my brains trying to figure out what to do next.

Suddenly, Mu Lin stood up abruptly. A dark shadow flashed by, accompanied by a gust of wind. Then I heard the pirate man let out a muffled groan and fall to the ground with a thud.

Before I could even react, I saw Mulin waving his fists at me, as if telling me to run.