Chapter 21
As a result, Jiang Xiangyang really waited for a whole night.
The three-petal man's perception was too strong. After he was almost discovered once, Jiang Xiangyang gave up the idea of having a secret conversation with Xiao G. He stared blankly and prepared to stay awake until the early morning. Later, he was so sleepy that he fell asleep without realizing it.
When I woke up, I happened to see the three-petal man walking in with a wooden basin. There was half a basin of water in the basin, which made a splashing sound.
Then the three-petal man squatted down, dipped the linen cloth on his arm in water, and carefully washed the boy's body.
Jiang Xiangyang opened his panda eyes and thought that this man with three petals was quite gentlemanly.
The boy, stimulated by the cold water, groaned, slowly woke up, opened his eyes and saw the person standing in front of him. He smiled happily and leaned forward to ask for a kiss. The three-petal man gave him a cold look and flicked his pink tongue back with a finger.
The boy flinched in pain and almost bit his tongue, his eyes instantly turning red.
Jiang Xiangyang: “…”
After the person woke up, the three-petal man's movements were no longer gentle. After wiping himself with a few strokes, he threw the linen cloth into the water and walked out with the basin. Judging from the way he strided, Jiang Xiangyang estimated that the other party would not come back for a while.
The boy seemed to have realized this as well. The joy on his delicate little face was gone. His two thin legs were curled up in front of him, his eyes were slightly unfocused, and he was recalling something anxiously.
Jiang Xiangyang originally wanted to ask the young man something, but seeing that he looked sad, he didn't want to disturb him now. He winked at Xiao G, released the five scout bees, and then leaned against the pillar to wait for news.
He originally thought that the shocked boy would take a while to recover, but to Jiang Xiangyang's surprise, the boy recovered very quickly. He came back to his senses almost within a minute or two after he released the reconnaissance bee, and even took the initiative to talk to him.
Although he didn't understand.
Unable to wait for Jiang Xiangyang's response, the anxious boy's eyes gradually dimmed. Jiang Xiangyang looked at the other party who seemed to be even more lost, shook his head and said: "I don't understand what you are saying."
The boy was confused, so Jiang Xiangyang repeated it several times. Gradually, the boy finally seemed to understand something. He looked at Jiang Xiangyang with some surprise, but also seemed to understand something.
He concluded that Jiang Xiangyang did not belong to the nearby tribes, not only because the two sides could not communicate, but also because although Jiang Xiangyang's face was covered with some dust, his original white and tender skin could be seen, without any marks on it.
Perhaps because of the increasing number of conflicts, this land gradually developed an unwritten tradition: any warrior recognized by the tribe as powerful would have the tribal pattern dotted on his forehead by the priest, and everyone was proud to be able to leave the pattern on his face.
Their tribe is the Gna tribe, and they use the ever-growing petals of the Gna petal as a symbol of bravery. One petal represents the ability to fight ten people at once, two petals represent the ability to fight twenty people at once, and so on. The stronger the ability, the more petals on the forehead, and the greater the authority in the tribe. Five petals is the highest honor for a Gna warrior, second only to the patriarch and the sacrificial elder.
Other tribesmen could only paint patterns on inconspicuous places, such as the back of their hands, arms and thighs, which meant that they were not qualified to show the existence of the tribe. Slaves had even less human rights. Anyone, even an old man with disabled hands and feet, could paint patterns for them, and it would only be an incomplete pattern.
The young man thought about it and turned his body sideways awkwardly, trying to cover the pattern on his waist. But seeing that Jiang Xiangyang seemed unaware, he suddenly remembered that the other party did not understand the meaning of the pattern, and his tension eased a little.
But he did not forget what he saw last night. The boy looked at Jiang Xiangyang with awe in his heart, but then he saw Jiang Xiangyang raised the corners of his lips and smiled at him friendly.
Jiang Xiangyang's eyes were moist and bright, without a trace of contempt. His smile was faint and gentle, like the first breeze blowing in the warm spring sun, which made people relax involuntarily.
The boy seemed fascinated by what he saw, and the rest of his uneasiness disappeared.
He didn't know that Jiang Xiangyang had actually guessed his identity as a slave.
Jiang Xiangyang did not understand the meaning of the pattern. Just as he had accepted the twenty-four principles of being a good citizen, he could not understand why the humans here would unreservedly inflict their cruelty and coldness on their own kind.
But Jiang Xiangyang would calm down and observe and discern, looking back at the lessons he had learned from his past when he was forced to make a living without the help of his commander, and then quickly face reality. Compared to most people of his age, Jiang Xiangyang has experienced far more dangers and life and death, but he always smiles more happily than others.
If you ask people around him about the greatest shining point of Jiang Xiangyang's character, half would say it is his good attitude, while the other half would say he is very strong, like the indestructible cockroach, one of the pests that has plagued the people of ancient Earth for thousands of years but cannot be eradicated.
The rope that bound the boy was torn open by the three-petal man last night. The boy looked at the tent curtain, then at the rope on the ground. A struggle flashed in his eyes. Finally, he stretched out his hand, picked up the clothes on the ground that were torn like rags, and covered his private parts with them in a few seconds. He endured the discomfort and rubbed against the pillar with a hissing sound. Judging from his movements, it seemed that he was consciously tying up his body with the remaining half of the rope.
“…”
Jiang Xiangyang felt that it might take him some time to adapt to the primitive life that was about to begin.
Mistaking Jiang Xiangyang's puzzled gaze at the rope for another meaning, the young man paused and shook his head apologetically, indicating that he could not help Jiang Xiangyang untie the ropes.
As if afraid that Jiang Xiangyang wouldn't understand, the boy started gesticulating with his hands, trying his best to show that he would be killed. Jiang Xiangyang understood what the boy was thinking and was at a loss for words. Unable to free his hands to explain, he nodded seriously to show that he was aware of the consequences.
After getting Jiang Xiangyang's assurance, the young man seemed relieved. He held the rope in his palm and was about to continue, when he suddenly heard a lot of noise coming from outside the door. He quickly tied a knot at the ends of the rope, circled it three times, and put it tightly around his wrist. He leaned against the pillar and looked towards the door.
Two people walked in from the door. They had no marks on their faces and looked playful as if they didn't take the boy and Jiang Xiangyang seriously. Even when they saw that the boy was not tied to the pillar when they got closer, they didn't seem surprised at all. Instead, the bruises on the boy's body caught their malicious gazes.
The boy is good-looking. After he was captured from another tribe, many people coveted his body. In the past, when the boy was protected by the three-petal man, the people in the tribe would be wary of him. But now it is different. The boy foolishly chose to escape before the sacred sacrificial ceremony. Now he might be hated by the other party, let alone protected.
The two men were so unscrupulous that they pushed the boy down. The boy was terrified, and he obviously didn't expect the two men to be so courageous. He struggled to escape.
But he was no match for the two men after all, and was soon clamped to the ground. The boy opened his mouth to shout, but one of them covered his mouth, and he could no longer make a sound.
The two men laughed and reached their hands under the boy's body, revealing ugly faces. The boy stared at them with wide eyes, almost overwhelmed by despair. At this critical moment, one of them was thrown to the ground with great force, and then, the other one who had not yet recovered was kicked by Jiang Xiangyang, and he held his stomach and howled in pain on the ground.
Jiang Xiangyang glanced at the two people on the ground, then turned around and extended his hand to the young man who was once again stunned. He scratched his head and said, "I think it will take me a long time to adapt to your customs here."
The boy didn't know what Jiang Xiangyang was talking about. He only knew that this man had saved him again. Wiping the tears from his eyes, the boy held Jiang Xiangyang's hand, stood up, and muttered something in a low voice.
Xiao G said that might mean thank you.
"What should I do next?" Jiang Xiangyang rubbed his forehead with a headache.
【Solve Yangyang's breakfast problem.】
“…That’s not the point.”
【Yangyang, aren't you hungry? 】
"Hungry."
【That's it.】
“…”
After attacking someone, his original plan failed. He now faced the problem of how to escape and the danger of starvation. Jiang Xiangyang optimistically felt that he could now star in a famous movie called "Misery".
However, things are unpredictable. Just as he gestured to the young man, asking if he wanted to leave with him, the door curtain was suddenly pulled back, and the three-petal man stood straight at the door, staring at them expressionlessly, his gaze moving from top to bottom, landing on the two people on the ground.
Jiang Xiangyang: “…” He now felt that he could not only act in that movie, but also play the leading role himself.
Strangely, the three-petal man didn't say anything more. His gaze moved around again, fixed on the boy's red eyes, then he walked over and 'unconsciously' stepped on someone.
The three-petal man walked over the man and kicked him three or four times, neither lightly nor heavily. The man's half-raised head was stepped directly into the dry grass by the three-petal man. Jiang Xiangyang seemed to hear the sound of a broken nose.
The little ball spoke for him: "How cruel..."
Jiang Xiangyang covered his nose and expressed his agreement.
Seeing the three-petal man venting his anger for him, the boy's eyes lit up, but when the three-petal man walked closer and said something, the boy's face immediately turned pale, and the bright light disappeared.
The two looked at each other in silence, and the air seemed to be filled with unspoken sadness. Jiang Xiangyang was deeply moved. Until his legs became sore and he couldn't help but want to leave to find food first, he heard the reminder from the little ball.
The door became noisy, as if more and more people were gathering around. Jiang Xiangyang heard the three-petal man shout coldly, and then the boy lowered his head and followed him out.
The three-petal man did not stop him, so Jiang Xiangyang, who hesitated for a moment, followed him.
When I opened the door curtain, the sunlight became a little dazzling in an instant.
There were many people crowded at the door, and there was a clear space on the road. Thirty tattooed men stood in three rows, all with stern expressions, wearing leather armor and carrying spears. A solemn atmosphere was overwhelming.
The three-petal man looked at Jiang Xiangyang and said nothing. He took a rope from the side and tied the wrists of the two again. Jiang Xiangyang did not resist.
The three-petal man led him and the boy into a group of thirty tattooed men, and then met the people who were approaching.
In the front was a middle-aged man with a whole flower on his forehead, followed by two attendants and an old man who looked to be of high status. When the old man glanced at the young man casually, the disgust in his eyes almost overflowed to the ground.
When the young man saw the old man, there was obvious fear in his eyes, and he subconsciously hid behind Jiang Xiangyang. The old man took the opportunity to see Jiang Xiangyang, frowned and was about to attack.
No one knew what the three-petal man in front said to them. The old man actually turned off the engine in the middle of the journey. The middle-aged man stood up and spoke, but it was a strange sound that Jiang Xiangyang could not understand. But the others seemed very excited. Thirty tattooed men stomped on the ground with their spears and made a deafening roar. Jiang Xiangyang seemed to feel that the ground under his feet was shaking.
People on the roadside made way and a group of people walked towards the forest.
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