Chapter 40 Chapter 40 Believers and the Cult Leader, Angus...
"Chief, Chief, something bad has happened, something bad has happened, Afeng, Afeng is back."
A man in animal-skin shorts and a vest was running along the ridge of the field with a red face and shouting.
His target was a man patrolling the fields. Unlike the people around him who were bent over and digging in the mud, the man's straw sandals were only covered with dust and his hands were clean.
"Afeng, he is not dead yet?" The man was bending down to take the wreath handed to him by the little girl. He took a step forward with his left foot and stood in front of the petite girl.
"You're back, so what's the big deal?" The man picked up the terrified girl and scolded the impetuous young man, "You scared my Xiaoya, apologize to her."
"I'm sorry, Xiaoya, I scared you." The young man stroked the girl's soft black hair and apologized to her sincerely.
The girl's fangs were slightly exposed, and her eyes narrowed into a slit. "It's okay, Brother Shen Liang."
Her hair was divided into two braids, with two red ropes tied at the ends. The girl with round cheeks was as cute as the New Year's mascot.
The people around who were busy with their own things raised their heads and smiled dotingly at the girl.
The man bent down and put the girl down. He picked a small yellow flower from the edge of the field and tucked it behind the girl's ear. "Go and have fun. Your brother Shen Liang and I have something to discuss."
The girl's carefree and cheerful laughter spread across the fields, and the gloomy environment suddenly became brighter with more vivid colors.
"Chief, Afeng didn't come back alone." This time, Shen Liang whispered in the man's ear in a very low voice.
The girl ran away, and everyone lowered their heads quietly again. Some people were dredging the ground, and some were digging ditches. There was no communication or exchange. The people working around were like robots, so quiet that it was eerie.
"Not just one person? Didn't the mutant snake monster outside kill all those people?"
"I don't know. The snake monsters outside were all crazy that day. Our people didn't dare to get close to them."
The blond beastman, who was being discussed by the two men as to whether he had been killed, was now under the gaze of the basilisk, stepping over the slime-covered nest and entering the cave behind the waterfall.
The cave behind the waterfall was blocked by a huge rock, and it would take at least five humans working together to push the rock away. With Afeng's help, Angus just stood by and pushed the rock with one hand, and the rock was pushed away.
It can't be that easy, has the stone become lighter?
After entering the passage at the back, A Feng pushed the stone with both hands, using all his strength, but the stone did not move even one centimeter.
"There are three holes, which one do you choose?"
The passage was shrouded in darkness.
This little bit of darkness was not a problem for Angus. What he was curious about was, do humans also have night vision?
Of course not.
The human body cannot withstand radiation, and humans in a mutated state cannot survive for more than a week. Over the past few thousand years, humans have not been able to evolve any special abilities like the mutant monsters outside.
In the dark, Afeng skillfully moved around the holes on the ground, fumbled around the hole on the far right, and took out two rectangular black objects.
The strips rubbed against each other at high speed a few times, and flames appeared.
Ah Feng pulled out a dead branch from the crevice and set it on fire with the burning flint.
"There are more forks and cave entrances inside. If you choose the wrong one, you may be trapped inside. The terrain here is quite complicated. General, please follow me closely." Afeng chose the cave entrance on the far right.
Perhaps worried that Angus, who was unfamiliar with the road, would not be able to keep up, he kindly moved the torch back a little.
"No, it's no different here than daytime to me, just take care of yourself." Angus pushed away the torch near him. He hated the blazing flames.
This dark passage was indeed complicated. Sometimes there were seven or eight forks in the road, and sometimes one had to cross a pool of water as tall as a person before finding the right path.
The communicator on his wrist would automatically record the terrain, so Angus didn't need to bother recording it, as the road had already been automatically sent to the origin of the Reda.
I don’t know how these people without any technological means can remember such a complicated route.
"Finally, turn left and move the big stone in front, and you will reach our clan's land." A Feng said, "There will be guards at the gate, I will go in first later."
"Wait." Angus called out to the hurried human.
"I won't lie to you. The guards at the gate take turns every two hours. If an outsider appears at the entrance, they will sound the highest alarm." A Feng stopped and explained to the alien whose expression he couldn't see clearly behind him.
"You don't have the guts to lie to me. The route to your tribe's land has been completely recorded. That is to say, my people and I can find your hiding place at any time." Angus sneered.
The human in front of him was not a fool. He knew very well that only by cooperating with Gal's plan would he and his people have a hope of survival.
"Put this on." Angus stuffed a sesame-sized black dot into the ear of the human in front of him.
"In order to let your clan leader let down his guard, I may have to leave you for a while. Our Highness wants you to be alive before the plan is completed. You cannot die."
Angus pressed a few buttons on the communicator and said, "Speak." to the dazed human.
"What?" The alien named Angus looked a hundred thousand times more ferocious than the noble male insect prince, but Afeng still didn't want to annoy him.
"What?" Afeng's own voice came from the ring on the man's wrist.
During the few days on the alien battleship, he often saw the tall aliens fiddling with the rings on their wrists, and occasionally the rings would make sounds calling them where to go.
The tool for their tribe to communicate with distant places is tamed pigeons.
After observing for a few days, Afeng roughly understood that by wearing these small rings, they could communicate with their companions through the air.
"I can hear every word you say. Don't even think about gathering your people to attack us." Angus slapped the black-haired human on the shoulder, causing him to stagger.
"This thing can also protect you. I can tell at the first moment whether you are in danger."
Ah Feng rubbed his shoulder with a grimace. This guy almost broke his shoulder blade. "They are my people. How could they hurt me?"
"When you were injured before, those so-called companions of yours immediately abandoned you. Boy, do you really think they treat you as a family member?"
Low-dimensional creatures are always obsessed with the world of fantasy, and their brains are controlled by emotions to think in a way that glorifies or discredits others.
"You brought an alien race that your people feared to your tribe, and persuaded your chief to cooperate with a group of aliens. They were already 'dead', so they will make sure you have a good ending?" Angus stated the facts.
Humans in dreams don't want to be pulled back to reality.
"I have lived with them for more than 20 years. No way, they won't..." Ah Feng kept repeating the word 'no', as if he was caught in a certain loop, with his pupils unfocused.
Tsk, the human race is too naive.
"If you say you won't do it, then you won't do it." Don't break his spirit. His male insect's plan is important, and Angus knows what is more important.
"Anyway, if you're in any danger, just knock on the chest. Twice means you need help, and three times means it's an emergency." Angus pulled the sleeve of the black-haired human and walked forward.
Following the instructions given by humans, Angus pushed away the stone blocking the entrance of the cave and hid in the darkness behind the stone.
"Who? This is the territory of the Qinglong tribe, outsiders are not allowed to enter!" The two guards at the door raised their spears together and pointed them at the cave entrance.
There were more than two guards at the door. When they heard the movement at the cave entrance, they all drew their weapons and pointed them at the entrance.
"A Feng?"
The figure in the dark took a few steps forward, and the sunlight shone on each other's face. It was a familiar face, a familiar person, a child who had lived in the tribe for more than 20 years.
"You, you're still alive...are you okay?" The guard put away his weapon and stepped forward to give a hug to his brother who had been missing for several days.
The outside world is full of dangers. Teams looking for food are likely to suffer casualties. Every year, the number of deaths in the tribe is higher than the number of births.
Every adult is an important fighting force in the tribe, and they don't want to lose any brothers or family members.
Most people were happy to see their tribe members return safely to their homeland.
However, there was a young man with a serious expression. While the people around him were gathering around Afeng to show their concern for him, he stepped away from the crowd, turned around and ran away.
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"Chief, this is the man who saved me. His name is Angus." A Feng replied while kneeling on the straw mat on the ground.
Right in front of him, a man in an animal skin robe held three burning incense sticks and bowed three times to the statue on the altar.
"Mr. Angus, thank you for saving my people. I have already notified someone to slaughter a wild boar. Please stay for a thank you dinner today."
The man expressed his gratitude to Angus in a friendly manner, which seemed sincere, but Angus felt disconnected.
He never even glanced at Afeng who was kneeling on the ground, and just showed his friendliness and kindness to Angus.
Angus hated people who were two-faced. He dodged the man's hand that was trying to please him, remembering Gal's instructions to "release the friendly ones."
She squeezed the man's fingertips, and as if she was touched by fire, she quickly let go. "Ah Feng's leg is injured. Let him stand up first."
"Ah." The man bent down and helped the young man up from the straw mat. "Ah Feng, why didn't you tell me that your leg was injured? Why are you kneeling down? This kid has been bad at speaking since he was young."
The whole time, his hand was just weakly supporting the young man on the ground, and in the middle, he touched Afeng's forearm. A look of disgust flashed across the man's face, and in just a moment, he put on the mask of a fake smile again.
Ah Feng didn't see it, but Angus, who had strong dynamic vision, captured this moment.
"Afeng thanks you for your concern." Afeng stood up and bowed ninety degrees to the man.
"Good boy, thank you for your hard work. You are allowed to attend Mr. Angus's thank you banquet."
"I have devoted my life to the tribe. I cannot complain about the hardship. I am grateful for your kindness, sir."
The man had a smile on his face, his hand hovering over the young man's head, making stroking movements.
A Feng knelt on one knee on the ground, looking up at the man with eyes full of piety, as if he was looking at the god who protected his soul.
Believers and cult leaders.
These two words suddenly popped into Angus's mind.