"Alright! We don't know the way anyway. If they try anything funny, we'll beat them up."
"Um!"
And so, we returned to their tribe with those indigenous people.
Their tribe is quite large; they all live in trees, one treehouse after another, and at a glance, there are at least fifty or sixty of them.
It's a bit rudimentary, and drafts leak everywhere.
They climbed up the vine ladder, and someone went to inform the clan chief first. Then the clan chief led everyone out.
Peng Jun became alert: "So many people."
A taller man, accompanied by thirty strong men, arrived, all standing on tiptoe.
It looked somewhat comical.
The clan chief was already tall, and he was wearing a head full of pheasant feathers.
They arrived and suddenly knelt down together: "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Forehead……
"You all get up first!"
The clan chief thanked me, and then led his people to stand up.
"Why do you call me God?" I need to find out, even if they attack me if I do.
Even if you can't win against a large number of people, running away is still an option.
"My divine being, please follow me!"
I nodded to Peng Jun and then followed them into the village of treehouses.
The men, women, and children we encountered along the way all bowed to us.
We arrived at the largest treehouse, where the chief served us tea made from some unknown substance.
Then he took out a book made of animal hide.
This is knowledge that their ancestors have been taught since birth.
I opened it and flipped through it; it was all Shiyan script, accompanied by illustrations.
It roughly means that their ancestors have lived here for generations.
Later, a group of people with long necks and big eyes flew in.
The long-necked creatures enslaved the local inhabitants as soon as they arrived.
They put shackles on them and forced them to mine.
I won't go into how miserable they were, but later the people of Shiyan came and rescued them, killing all the long-necked ones and sealing them up in the graveyard.
The people of Shiyan made them stay here and taught them their language, writing, and the tactics of gang warfare.
However, I don't know why they didn't teach anything else.
Moreover, the people of Shiyan also require the local people to guard the cemetery.
Because I can speak the Shiyan language, they recognized me as a Shiyan person.
I think the Shiyan people had them guard this place to prevent the long-necked people from coming again, right?
After reading their "book," I gave it to the clan chief.
"Are there a few other people like us? Do you see them?"
"They don't look like you."
"I know where those people are?"
"They're all in the pigsty."
"where?"
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