Chapter 20 Are you willing to join the Vine Tribe?
In a cave under a low hill in the jungle, a dozen tribesmen in tattered grass skirts gathered around a fire, with no hope in their eyes.
They all looked pale and thin, and it was obvious that they were often hungry.
There was only one middle-aged man who was relatively strong, but his left arm was broken and his fighting ability was greatly reduced.
One of the women squatted on the ground, hugged her knees and said, "More than a hundred people have fled, and now there are only a few of us left. If this continues, we will not survive."
When the others heard this, there was a sad look in their eyes.
They are a group of people who have lost their tribe. Without the protection of the tribe, they cannot survive long in this wild jungle.
The one-armed middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and comforted with difficulty: "There will always be a way."
A man stood up, spread his hands in despair and said, "We have heard this enough. If we had known it would be like this, we would have stayed in the tribe and died with our people."
Two women sobbed quietly, but did not dare to cry out loud, and bit their arms to suppress their tears.
Some people leaned against the wall of the cave, staring blankly at the rocks on the top of the cave.
The one-armed middle-aged man stood up. This environment was too depressing and made him despair. He wanted to go out for some fresh air.
Walking out of the cave, the air after the rain was very fresh. Looking at the sprouting grass and trees, the one-armed middle-aged man felt a little relieved from the depression in his heart.
Little did he know that, on a big tree not far from the cave, five pairs of eyes were staring at him.
On the dense tree, Jiang Xuan turned his head to look at Chi Shao and whispered, "It seems that they have similar experiences to us. They are all people who escaped from the tribal war."
The quarrel in the cave just now was too loud. The tribesmen who were in a state of collapse were shouting at the top of their lungs, so Jiang Xuan and the other four could hear it clearly.
Chi Shao also looked at Jiang Xuan and whispered, "Yes, they are all tourists."
A traveler is someone who has lost his tribe.
They wandered in the primitive jungle like lonely ghosts. Some of them were lucky and were able to join other tribes, while some were unlucky and died in the jungle due to various accidents.
Jiang Xuan and his friends are very lucky.
They found the ancient vines on the stone mountain, settled down under the bamboo forest, and established a small tribe.
These tourists were more unlucky. More than 90% of them died due to various accidents along the way.
Chishao seemed to have guessed Jiang Xuan's thoughts and asked, "Do you want to take them in?"
Jiang Xuan thought carefully for a moment and said, "Let's observe them first and find out their situation."
Although the Teng tribe is indeed short of people, taking in tourists is risky. It would be troublesome if the tourists take over the tribe's power.
Therefore, it is important to find out the other party's situation.
"Then let's observe it for a while longer."
Several people squatted on the tree, watching the middle-aged man with a broken arm walking back and forth at the entrance of the cave.
Not long after, someone else came out of the cave.
Although the situation is very bad and people are demoralized, they still need to eat and no one wants to starve to death.
They dug some wild vegetables near the cave, caught some large insects that were easier to catch, set up a few simple lasso traps, and caught some small prey as food.
Of course, because they didn't dare to run too far, the food they got was limited. After sharing it with a dozen tourists, they could only ensure that they would not starve to death, but it was impossible to eat their fill.
That afternoon, Jiang Xuan and others returned to the bamboo forest because it was too dangerous to spend the night in the primitive jungle.
For the next two days, Jiang Xuan continued to observe these tourists, determining their number and their fighting strength.
After observation, Jiang Xuan found that there were a total of twelve tourists in the cave. The one-armed middle-aged man should be a warrior, and the others were ordinary people.
In other words, these people's combat effectiveness is very low, and even if they join the Teng tribe, it is impossible for them to take over the reins.
What really made Jiang Xuan make up his mind was an unexpected situation that occurred on the third day.
One seriously injured tourist died that day.
The remaining eleven tourists, who were starving every day, did not choose to eat his body, but dug a hole and buried him.
It was this action that made Jiang Xuan decide to absorb these tourists into the Teng tribe.
Because in desperate situations, people's evil nature is most easily stimulated. If there are a few cruel and unscrupulous people among these tourists, and food is scarce, this fresh corpse may be eaten as meat.
This wild world is very dangerous, and the customs of each tribe are different. There are many tribes that do not eat people, and of course there are cannibalistic tribes as well.
Jiang Xuan didn't want to take in some tourists from the cannibal tribe. It was too dangerous.
After obtaining the consent of Chishao, Uncaria, Shiqiu and Nanxing, Jiang Xuan no longer hid and appeared directly outside the cave where the tourists were temporarily staying.
Five warriors with totemic patterns painted on their faces appeared, and the remaining eleven tourists in the cave suddenly panicked.
The one-armed middle-aged man walked out with his head held high, holding a stone spear tightly in his hand. The others followed him nervously, holding wooden spears, stones and other crude weapons in their hands.
Eleven pairs of eyes stared at Jiang Xuan and the other four, but no one spoke, and they were ready to fight to the death at any time.
Except for the one-armed middle-aged man, Jiang Xuan felt no threat from these people, because he was already a warrior, much stronger than these hungry tourists.
Jiang Xuan said to the one-armed middle-aged man: "Don't be nervous, we have no ill intentions."
"We are from the Teng tribe. We came to you to save you."
"Teng Tribe, save us?" The one-armed middle-aged man looked at Jiang Xuan in confusion, hoping he would give an explanation.
Jiang Xuan continued, "That's right. You are all people who have lost your tribe. If you can't find another tribe to take you in, how long do you think you can survive in this dangerous jungle?"
The one-armed middle-aged man fell silent, and the eyes of the tourists also dimmed. Jiang Xuan's words obviously touched their hearts.
"I don't like beating around the bush. If you are willing to join the Vine Tribe, you will be protected by our Vine God and the tribe. You will have a place to live, food to eat, clothes to wear, and you won't have to worry every day."
Jiang Xuan's words made the tourists breathe heavier, because what Jiang Xuan said was exactly what they longed for.
After experiencing hunger and cold, and living in fear of losing my life from day to day, I realized how important it is to have a tribe.
"Why should we trust you?"
The one-armed middle-aged man was more cautious because Jiang Xuan was too young. The people around Jiang Xuan, although all warriors, were also young.
Jiang Xuan naturally asked back: "Do you have any other choice?"
The one-armed middle-aged man fell silent.
Although he was also a warrior of the same color, one of his arms was broken. Facing five warriors of the same color, he had no chance of winning at all.
If Jiang Xuan and his men took a forceful approach and directly tied everyone up and took them back to the Teng tribe, the one-armed middle-aged man would at most offer a symbolic resistance.
The other tourists were not stupid either. They were very clear about their situation, but still no one spoke. Instead, they all looked at the one-armed middle-aged man, hoping that he could make some decisions.
At this time, Chishao said, "You are lucky that the Teng tribe is willing to take you in. If you stay here, none of you will survive."
Jiang Xuan replied at the right time: "Our patience is limited, you'd better make a decision as soon as possible. If you don't want to join the Teng Tribe, we will leave immediately, and you will stay here and fend for yourselves."
When the tourists heard these words, they immediately panicked. It was not easy for them to find a tribe to take them in, and they didn't want to miss this opportunity.
Jiang Xuan took in all their reactions and said, "Let me ask you one last time. Are you willing to join the Teng Tribe?"
The one-armed middle-aged man struggled for a long time, then looked back at the tourists who were looking at him eagerly, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "We... are willing to join the Teng Tribe..."
Jiang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that these people would be stubborn and unwilling to join the Teng Tribe.
The rest is easy.
After letting the tourists pack up briefly and giving them some food, they were taken directly back to the Teng tribe.
(End of this chapter)
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