Chapter 215 Seven Nights

The stinged is so keen that it can detect the crisis in advance.

Sudden steering at high speed, avoiding the cutting of space filaments. But after turning sharply, it was difficult to control his body. After breaking the wooden stick, he grazed Buji's right hand. It was also dizzy. It was trampled on by the alert Buji and immediately died.

Buji came forward to test and confirmed that Zidian was dead. Then he ordered Hay to carry it behind him and ordered everyone to pack up and continue to set out.

"Congratulations, congratulations." Together with the night, everyone congratulated Buji.

This prey is unusual. The night noticed that after the death of the sable, several yuan essence fell out, among which there was even a two-star skill essence.

The skill essence was immediately taken by Buji, and the others had no objection.

Buji's face changed for a while, and he seemed to have gained a great harvest, but he didn't say much. He took off his clothes, tore out a long piece of cloth, and tied his bleeding right hand.

Everyone continued to move forward, looking for the trace of the mouse. But it was very strange that he searched several caves one after another, but he couldn't find a big mouse. Those roasted pieces of meat seem to lose enough attraction.

Night knows more about Warcraft and has some ideas in his mind, but he didn't break it.

When they returned to the Ephedra tribe, their team had not obtained any other prey except hunting Zidian. The only gain was that they found a low depression from afar and saw more than a dozen zebra-like animals.

They didn't try to hunt, because they were unprepared and difficult to catch. In addition, Buji has been injured and is not suitable for fierce hunting.

And this kind of animal, it is better to catch it alive and tame it. It would be a pity to kill and eat meat directly.

Seeing that the time was almost up, everyone accelerated back.

Returning to the valley, Buji presented the harvested sable to the patriarch. Unexpectedly, the patriarch did not show much surprise, but showed a strange look.

"Boji, why didn't you complete your task?" The patriarch Baluru waved the scepter in his hand.

When the night heard this, he was surprised. Could it be that the patriarch's brain cramped? Is such a valuable prey worth ten rats?

Buji looked down at his right hand, and there was a trace of blood dripping.

He subconsciously clenched his fist, but grinned in pain. Just as he was about to defend himself, he was interrupted by Barru's words.

"So many of us need meat, not this flashy thing." The patriarch said and threw the purple electricity in his hand on the ground. He glanced at the more than 100 people in the seven teams and said earnestly, "Every clan can't just show his bravery. He should consider the people in the family."

After saying that, he reached out and pointed to the cliff and continued, "We still have more than 300 people who need to eat. Buji, tell me, how many people can eat this purple mouse?

Buji still lowered his head, and he had no way to defend it. The clan grows up in power and oppresses people with the general trend. Any explanation will look pale.

More than a dozen people in his team are all unconvinced.

No one dares to object, because their status is unequal, and they don't have enough say.

In this magical place, fog has the effect of supplementing physical energy. Even if you don't eat or drink, you can't starve to death. Barruru's behavior is purely a show, and the night has a judgment in his heart.

He finally understood that the patriarch Balulu should have deliberately suppressed Buji, and he must be someone to praise next. It seems that he secretly helped Buji hunt and kill Zidian, but he did a bad thing with good intentions.

Sure enough, after a while, the patriarch elected his youngest son, Baden.

Baden shouted, and his commanding men soon brought a huge black wild boar, which was two or three meters long and weighed almost half a ton.

He glanced at the others arrogantly and deliberately stayed on Buji's injured hand for a few seconds before he said, "Baden completed the task and provided enough meat for the people."

This performance caused a burst of exclamation.

But the night looked carefully and found that there were many people with disdainful eyes. This Baden obviously failed to subdue everyone's hearts.

"We found this wild boar, and today we also found a small herd!" Hay spoke bluntly and muttered in a low voice. He questioned the justice of the patriarch and Baden's credit.

Buji turned around and stared at him fiercely to prevent him from talking any more.

After Baden shows off his power, the rest of the hunting teams will also be harvested one by one. No matter how much Baruru gained, he praised a few words painlessly.

Subsequently, Barulu gathered all his prey together and divided them after slaughtering.

Soon, all the people climbed down from the lamp tower and received meat as a family unit. After receiving the meat, go to the foot of the cliff to make a fire, roast it, or cook it.

Unsurprisingly, Buji's team, including their families, failed to get any meat. They only got a few bunches of potatoes and a few fishy clams.

Buji's brothers all went back as a family unit, leaving him alone. I climbed up the bamboo building at night, called down the wind chimes, came to Buji, and simply roasted some potatoes to eat.

The clam smelled so bad that the night and the wind chimes really had no appetite, so they were all given to Buji. Buji did not refuse. After simply roasting it on the fire, he swallowed it.

There was some conjecture in the night's heart, but he didn't say it clearly.

He asked Fengling for a small skin bag, picked out a pill from it, and handed it to Buji and said, "Brother Buji, treat the injury on your hand."

"Is this?" Buji raised his head in surprise and looked at the pills the size of rice in the night's hand. Although it is difficult to judge the effect from the appearance, the fragrant fragrance can't be faked.

"Oh, that's it." In the night, he said nonsense, "We once received an alien in our village. He would make some healing drugs from vegetation. I have helped him watch the fire for a while, and this blood-activating muscle elixir is his gift to me.

The night pulled Buji's intact hand over, stuffed the pill into his hand, and said with a sure face, "Try it, it's very effective. If the wound on the hand is not treated in time, it will affect future hunting.

Buji hesitated for a moment and took it over.

He threw the pill directly into his mouth and felt it. Before long, ecstasy suddenly appeared on his face. His wrapped right hand was pulled open, and the torn flesh and blood were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's amazing, this, this..." Buji was so excited that he was a little incoherent. He has seen many wounded warriors in the tribe, who have a miserable end after being disabled. He thought his hand was also useless, but he didn't expect this small pill to have this effect.

"Brother Buji, you must keep the secret. Don't let others know!" The wind chimes are prying on the side.

"Definite, definitely." Buji responded in a hurry, but he had not recovered from the shock. However, he was still careful and quickly wrapped the cloth in his hand and recovered into an intractable injury.

This move made the night nod.

The melodious silk bamboo music sounded, and the fog gradually enveloped the earth.

A bonfire was lit in the square.

The night is full of curiosity. Shouldn't we have a rest when the fog comes? Why is the crowd still gathering in the square? He turned his head to Buji, showing an inquiring look.

Buji did not hide it and explained directly to him, "Brother Night, this is the seventh night. Since the existence of our tribe, we have held a bonfire rally every seventh night. You can also go and have a look. It's very lively.

"Seven times of thick fog and one reincarnation, a total of 42 days, is there any mystery?" The night thought to himself.

With doubt, he came to the bonfire in the square with Feng Ling. According to his nature, he is not in the mood to participate in activities and enjoy entertainment now. But Fengling has been working very hard recently, and she can't resist her curiosity. Let's go to the fun together, and it's time to relieve Fengling's boredom.

The two chose a bonfire to sit down and saw men and women dancing by the bonfire. Although the dance is not very good, the vitality of youth is uncontrollable.

People keep applauding and whistling.

The canyon is very lively. Before long, Hai found the night and came over. He saw the wind chimes around the night, but he couldn't move his eyes anymore. Intentionally or unintentionally, he talked to Fengling. When Feng Ling saw the night, she could only talk to him, but most of the time she was listening. I didn't expect that in this way, I really found a lot of useful information.

The night was stirred up, and I couldn't help recalling the New Year's Eve when I had just settled in the cottage of 18 miles. The bonfire reflected the red sky, and the magic flew in the sky, and the light overflowed. In this trance, more than half a year has passed, and I don't know what's going on at home?

In a trance, it seemed that something was stuffed in my hand. The night came to his senses and found that it was a red feather. Looking up, I saw a girl with an upper body, smiling at him. The girl is not beautiful, but she shows a few differences and is full of vitality.

The night has always been humble, so he smiled back at her. The feathers in his hand were as bright as blood in the firelight, which was very beautiful. He liked it a little, so he stuffed the feather into his belt and said thank you again.

Looking up at the sky, it was gray. There is only thick fog, but no starry sky.

He was homesick by a bonfire, so he was not in the mood to stay any longer. He gave a call to Fengling, and then said hello to Hay, and then took Fengling's hand back to the lamp tower.

Fengling was very happy. She inquired a lot of news from Hay. Among them, it includes Buji's background.

"You know what, Buji is an orphan now!" Fengling doesn't know who her parents are, so she has a special feeling for orphans. Seeing that the night did not answer, she continued, "Bugi's father was also a warrior in the clan. After hunting and disabled, he made tribute and sent it to the raft. Her mother, a very affectionate woman, took the initiative to ask for a tribute together and followed Buji's father. It's really sad! Buji has no brothers. He grew up on the help of the clan. He is so powerful that he has become a warrior in the clan. You know, there are only ten warriors in this tribe. Moreover, only warriors can be candidates for patriarchs.

The night was patient. After listening to Feng Ling's words, there was a wave in his heart.