Guagua counted the people on the screen. There were 28 girls with their hands and feet tied and thrown into a cave. In another cave, two women were busy with a pile of strange materials.
In addition, there were 14 women memorizing information.
Guagua was puzzled. Why were there only 14 people? Was it because the other side didn't have enough people?
Or have some people gone out? Or have they not arrived yet?
Just in case, it swept the nearby mountains and sure enough, it found four more people not far away.
There were two men and two women. The women were digging for wild vegetables and picking wild fruits, while the men were hunting with the most primitive tools: bows and arrows.
Finding no one else, Guagua thought for a moment and sent out its leader.
"Boss, there are four men here. Go and catch them. Two of them have bows and arrows. Be careful."
It rummaged in its bag and tied a piece of cloth to the eldest's tail.
To make things easier, it carried some things with it when it came.
"The bag contains four bouncy balls. One is enough for each person. You can play if you want, or use them anytime if you don't want to."
"Then we'll meet up at the tomb, and try to wipe out the bad guys' den before the master arrives."
Hiss? (Is it biting to death? Or is it being tied up?)
"If we tie them up, the master will get a reward. The more bad guys there are, the more rewards they will get."
The leader nodded to indicate that he understood, and his massive body disappeared into the grass.
Rustle, rustle.
"What's that sound? Eighth Brother, can you hear it?"
The man with the bow and arrow looked around suspiciously, feeling as if a pair of venomous eyes were watching him.
"A sound? I heard it. Don't make a fuss, it's just the sound of wind blowing through the leaves."
"Alright, Ninth Brother, hurry up. That silly roe deer has stopped again. Go over there and we'll flank it. I don't believe we won't get some meat today."
The man called Lao Ba also heard the rustling sound, but he didn't pay it any mind; it would be strange if there were no noises in the desolate mountains.
His gaze remained fixed on that silly-looking thing.
Strange, why is it staring at the top of its head?
The way it looked like it wanted to run but didn't dare to, as if it was afraid of something, a fear mixed with a bit of foolish ignorance.
What is it afraid of?
You can't exactly say that there's a monstrous flood or a ferocious beast above your head.
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