Yunwen was now under special circumstances and could not resist my order, so although she looked surprised, she immediately translated it: "In ancient times, there was a mountain tree called teng. It was less than ten feet tall, had no leaves or fruits, and lived on the essence of the sun and the moon. It had no roots but a heart. The heart of the tree was extremely spiritual, with yin and yang, each controlling the universe and life and death. Therefore, mortals should not touch it, but should stay away from it. You can watch it from afar but not desecrate it. Only by listening to the ancient teachings can you survive and live forever."

It was just an introduction to an ancient tree, so I don't understand why it was placed in such a big box. In addition, the bamboo slips were so short and useless, and the use of space was too extravagant. Could it be some kind of calligraphy appreciation by a contemporary scholar? Moreover, since it was just a description of an object, why did Yunwen look like that just now, as if she had seen a diamond as big as a pigeon?

There seemed to be more than what I saw, so I squatted down and took a closer look inside the box. Following the method I used to study boxes drifting at sea, I touched and touched it carefully, and sure enough, I touched something. It was wood chips, and the feel was very familiar, just like the handle of the Zhenming Umbrella. It felt a little soft when I pinched it, but in fact it was a hard object, and the softness was just some kind of psychological illusion.

Since it was wood chips, and it must have been stored here for many years, after all, there was a lot of dust on the bamboo slips, and there was a lot of rust inside the box, so how could it still be the same as when it was first dropped? It should have been decomposed by nature long ago, or at least rotten, but I picked it up and smelled it, and it still had a slight fragrance, which was not at all related to rot.

This made me extremely curious. What kind of wood can withstand the test of time and remain unchanged? The metal box oxidized and looked severely damaged, but the bamboo slips and wood were fine. Why is this? I rubbed the bamboo slips hard, and there was no special antiseptic substance. It was clearly made of some ordinary bamboo. It was really strange.

I pointed the bamboo slip to the hyena queen. She knew I was asking her if this was what she was looking at, so she nodded.

"What's the use of this thing? Is it introducing me to a special tree as a story from a Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio?" I was extremely disappointed.

But at this moment, I was reminded by my own words. Since what was written in the bamboo slips was some kind of introduction, it must not be for no reason. The box was so empty, obviously it had contained something before and was later taken away. Moreover, there were scattered wood chips in the box, which meant that the things taken away were related to these wood chips. However, the only thing I could think of that was related to the wood chips was the Zhenming Umbrella. After all, its wood feel was particularly similar to these wood chips.

Could it be that this Zhenming Umbrella is made of that kind of tree? My brain exploded instantly. When I thought of this, I immediately remembered why Yunwen had that look just now. She saw a savior, because in the previous few sentences, it was introduced that the tree called 縢 has a wooden heart, which is divided into yin and yang, each of which controls the universe and can control life and death. Isn't this very similar to the Zhenming Umbrella?

Since it is divided into yin and yang, there may be two, otherwise why do we have to say "there is yin and yang, each controls the universe"? I reluctantly guess that this yin-emitting Zhenming umbrella is its yin side, so is there a yang side, the yin side controls death and the yang side controls life.

After all, this is the only explanation that can explain why Yunwen looked like that.

Just when I wanted Yunwen to translate for me and ask Huahua in detail about the origin of the box, I heard Song Bailu's voice coming from downstairs. She shouted, "Brother Zhou Bo, Brother Zhou Bo!"

The voice sounded panicked and a little scared, so I immediately responded by shouting, "What's wrong? Come up and tell me."

I thought there would be no one stopping Bai Lu from coming up, but I didn't expect that just when I heard Bai Lu take two steps, there was a clanging sound coming from downstairs. It was the sound of axes and spears colliding with each other. Obviously, the hyena guards deliberately stopped her from coming up?

I glanced at the hyena queen Huahua. She waved her hands at me and gestured a few words. I asked Yunwen to translate them, and she said, "That girl cannot come up."

When Huahua was using sign language to indicate these things, I suddenly felt that it was very unfamiliar. Although it was so close, it suddenly felt out of reach. I was a little angry and asked Yunwen to help me translate the following words: "I said yes, let the person up."

Yunwen made sign language, and Huahua looked at me. There was a moment's hesitation in her eyes. After a long stalemate, she still made a few grunts, which should have been to let the guards on the first floor put down their weapons. Then I heard Bailu going upstairs, and my heart finally relaxed. However, I couldn't help but feel a little alert. Before the war, I had thought about how we would get along in the future and the situation after the war, but I was thinking about Yunwen's affairs, and I felt that having hyenas as neighbors would provide a lot of convenience, so I acquiesced.

Now it seems that this matter is not as simple as I thought, and I have to take it seriously.

Bai Lu ran up, panting. When she saw me, she ran to me, grabbed my right sleeve, hid on the right side, and said, "Brother Zhou Bo, I'm so scared, please save me."

I was just about to persuade her, but when I turned around, I saw blood all over her arms and four obvious scratches on her sleeves, which were obviously scratched by the hyenas. I felt a chill in my heart, but I still asked, "Bai Lu, what's going on?"

While asking, I pointed to Huahua, but Huahua's reaction was not very strong, and she didn't show any expression, as if she didn't understand what I meant? But a person who can understand sign language can't understand the meaning of a scratch, it's obvious that she is pretending.

"Can we leave here and talk about it first?" Bai Lu pleaded.

I stared at Huahua again, but it still didn't intend to care. Its eyes met mine, but it immediately looked away. From this, I roughly understood its attitude. I am not someone who can be easily provoked by my hot temper. Bailu went there to help with the diagnosis and treatment, but came back with such a scar. The hyena queen, who was in charge, didn't say a word. How could I bear this?

When he was learning technology and asking for help, he had a good face, but now that something happened, he just wanted to distance himself from it. He really has a dog face. This kind of beast-like guy is nothing but an ungrateful person, an ungrateful person who can never be tamed.

"Yunwen, translate for me and tell her that I won't give up if she doesn't give an explanation for Bai Lu's scratches today. Also ask her who has the final say here. If she can't explain it clearly, don't even think of coming to us for advice in the future." I said.

Yunwen obediently translated my words into sign language one by one. Huahua pondered for a moment, then went to find the guard in charge of Bailu's visit to the patient, and said a few words in a gibberish. Then the hyena guard went to find a hyena man. Unexpectedly, the murderer was a little hyena man. I remember it. It was in the second to last cave. It looked somewhat similar to Huahua. It must be a "royal heir" and should be a princess.

The hyena queen walked up to her daughter, squatted down, and put her hands on her shoulders. I thought she was going to persuade her, but she suddenly showed her fangs and bit her daughter on the neck. The little hyena kept pushing and kicking, but could not resist the mother's strength. If she continued to bite, she would die.

I just wanted to punish it a little, but when I reached out to stop it, the little hyena had already stopped struggling, its hands dropped, and it opened its mouth and died. I certainly didn't expect the result to be so serious. Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, but Huahua didn't hesitate to bite and tear my daughter's life apart. The coldness and cruelty of this scene really caught me off guard.

Slowly, I retracted my hand, as if the person in front of me was not the obedient and docile Huahua I knew, but a terrible beast, a beast that even killed its own daughter, whose cruelty was horrifying.

It dropped the dead little hyena, wiped its mouth, looked at me again, and made some sign language.

There is no need to translate it anymore. What it says now is not its true feelings. It is just trying to please me and wants me to continue teaching it those useful techniques.

Just because of these needs, he took his daughter's life. He turned against me so cruelly. What will he do to me in the future? What will he do if he thinks I have harmed his interests?