The Salt Mountain Tribesmen met the Yuan Ji Tribe, and if they saw only one of them and were not impressed by it, they probably couldn't recall it. After all, Yuan Ji people usually wear only a leather skirt, their hair is mostly messy, and they still have a smell on their body. Generally speaking, they are inferior to the Salt Mountain Tribesmen. Not much clean, not even neatly dressed.

  But the Jiu Yuan People now are totally different. He has never seen this style of clothing before. Besides fur, there is also a very valuable cloth wrapped around them. He can see how rich the tribe is if they are willing to use such a large amount of cloth. And their hair is neatly combed, and a few people still have short hair, no beard and no beard residue on their faces, which shows that the weapons they polish must be very sharp.

  So when the Salt Mountain Tribesmen first saw the appearance of the Jiu Yuan People, none of them recognized that several of them were former neighbors, nor did they recognize that the youngsters with more expensive clothes, calm temperament and high status were their Tribesmen.

  "Hei Qi, why do you always stare at people and want to cause other people to get angry at us?" A middle-aged man in The Salt Mountain Tribesmen, fearing that young people might cause trouble, quickly pulled him up and whispered.

  "Uncle Qing Ze, do you think those people are familiar?"

  Qing Ze did not dare to look at them much. He just took two random glances and shook his head. "I've heard the name of this tribe for the first time. How could I possibly have met them?"

  Hei Qi's eyes could not help looking at the tall warrior holding the young man in his arms, but the young man huddled in the warrior's arms, his face half exposed, he could not see clearly. He didn't come to the market with Tribesmen two days ago because he handed over the newly mined salt with The Moer-Gan People. Today he saw the teenager for the first time.

  If only the teenager and the tall warrior were there, he might not doubt that even if he felt a little familiar with his face, he would only regard them as an illusion. But at the same time, he saw three familiar faces, Yuan Zhan, Da-He and Meng. It is possible for a person to be slightly similar to someone, but four people are similar to those in memory?

  Qing Ze saw the Jiu Yuan People coming back from the diagonal opposite to their Earth house second floor, busily pulling Hei Qi back a few stepped. He had been frightened and tired, and now he was afraid to attract the attention and distress of these big tribes.

  "Uncle Qing Ze, take a closer look. Do you see that the three figures of The Jiu Yuan are not like the ones of The Yuan Ji Tribe who exchanged salt with us? I remember that the three of them often came together and went to the trading fair on the rocky beach market. Hei Qi pointed out Yuan Zhan to him.

  Qing Ze listened to him and dared to look at it a little more carefully. He felt a little similar, but he was not sure. He could only vaguely say, "How can the people of Yuan Ji Tribe become the people of Jiu Yuan? You're wrong. You see that they don't even have tribal tattoos on their faces."

  "But they look very similar!" There was also the boy who was held in the tall warrior’s arms. He looked a little like his brother Hei Jiao, but before he was sure, he dared not say that. Just now, the warrior who looked like the river said that the boy was their The Priest!

  He knew exactly what his brother Hei Jiao is. By the age of fourteen, he was not even a 1st rank warrior. He knew how to eat and play all day long. He is also clumsy. If not, he would not have been bitten by wild animals under the protection of several brothers and almost dragged away by wild animals. Finally, although they rescued him, Hei Jiao's injuries were too serious and his legs and feet were injured. The weather is hot and the blood can't stop flowing. He couldn’t have survived for two days.

  The bloody and decaying smell of his body made the beasts follow them all the way.

  Hei Qi remembers clearly that when they were forced to put down Hei Jiao, his silly brother had only breathed out but not in.

  Regardless of whether Hei Jiao could survive after that, he could not become The Priest of a large tribe in just two years.

  Hei Qi was suddenly discouraged at the thought. Also, how could the Priest of a big tribe be his brother? He just wants to get out of the control of The Moer-Gan and get mad and can't daydream like that!

  The tall warrior holding the young man glanced at them before entering the second floor of the earth.

  Qing Ze panicked, their eyes eventually attracted the attention of the other party. He busily and humbly gave the tall warrior a pleasant smile, then quickly lowered his head, and pulled Hei Qi at the same time.

  No one in the Salt Mountain Tribesmen is surprised or ashamed of Qing Ze's carefulness. They are not having easy time trying to survive. Compared with restoring the tribe's former prosperity, it is now their daily thought to just fill their stomachs, not be killed by people and beasts, and not to become slaves. In this way, they can't help peeping at the Jiu Yuan People with envious eyes, even when they were the richest in the Salt Mountain Tribesmen, they were not as rich as this tribe.

  When the Jiu Yuan People all entered the second floor of the earth beside it, the Moer-Gan and other tribes dispersed, and Qing Ze spoke to Hei Qi again.

  "Hei Qi, I haven't asked you yet. Did you say that to the Moer-Gan People this time? Can we expand our hunting range a little more, just a hilltop and a small grassland in front of us and a stream flowing down the hill? More than 200 people in our whole family are not enough to eat at all!”

  Seeing the middle-aged man talking about business, Hei Qi reluctantly retracted his eyes and turned his face to resentment. "I found Cai Wei Da-Ren and told him, but he didn't agree. The Elder and I knelt down and begged him for help. He also said that the salt we sent was not good. He said that if it was still like this, we would not exchange it in winter. Food, and we have to send them twenty more slaves every year!"

  Qing Ze was shocked. "How could this be? Didn't they say before that the salt we made was good?”

  Hei Qi wiped his lips. "I heard that the Moer-Gan found better salt, but I haven't heard where it came from yet. I only vaguely heard that the salt was too valuable. The Moer-Gan People also exchanged it for the Three Cities."

  Qing Ze was so angry that he couldn't help it. Cai Wei was the highest-ranking person they could come into contact with, similar to Cai Yu, who managed the market, but Cai Wei was directly responsible for the trade of goods between the tribes and The Moer-Gan.

  "Did he take the slave with him?"

  "Yes. But he disliked the slave for being too thin and not good-looking."

  "Not good looking? That's the best looking slave we can find!"

  Hei Qi was silent for a while and said in a mute voice, "He said he would come to our salt mountain for a while and pick people up himself."

  "Who does he want in the clan? But we don't have many grown-up girls. When we first came here, they took some with them. Now who else do they want?"

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  "If he wants it, we have to give it. He said that if we want to choose it by ourselves, we can only let all our women stand up and let him be satisfied with it." The anger and hatred on Hei Qi's face can't be hid at all, but what can they do?

  Qing Ze said bitterly, "It will be all right in the future."

  Hei Qi sneered. “Later? In the next two winters, if The Moer-Gan refuses to trade more food for crude salt, let us not trade with other tribes, or give us more territory to hunt, or attack us without The Moer-Gan support, we will probably ask The Moer-Gan to turn us into salt slaves on our own initiative.”

  "Not that……" Qing Ze's voice was very low. "Not really. We can still leave."

  "Leave? Where are we going? The Moer-Gan People will let us go? We are the slaves of The Moer-Gan who dig and make salt in one day. They don't even need to feed us. We have to hunt and collect to feed ourselves. Believe it or not, the Moer-Gan People will kill us all if we dare to leave secretly! "

  Qing Ze was silent.

  Hei Qi wipes his face, but it's useless to say these things now. Escape is bound to escape, but if you plan well, you can't be attacked when you’re escaping as before, even if you don't know where to go.

  Yan Mo's acting talent is not very high and his acting is slightly exaggerated. If he takes out his stick to make a picture of him hanging his head in a coma, he will surely be scolded by the audience. However, when his immature acting skills come out, he can fool those near-primitive people who have no acting concept at all, or deceive them completely.

  Even Da-He and Shen-Gu believed that he was exhausted to the extreme.

  Yuan Zhan's ears were sharp, and when he heard the murmur of his beloved's stomach, he remembered that they had not eaten or drunk a mouthful since they left home.

  Yan Mo looked back to the second floor of the earth and remembered that he was strangled by Yuan Zhan.

  "You stay downstairs, don't make a loud noise, Mo needs a quiet rest."

  "Yes." The crowd responded. Meng held Da-da back from following him.

  When he was full, Yan Mo tried to tease his son. As a result, The Fruit of Witchcraft nor Du-du ignored him and made Yan Mo sad.

  He suspected that the two might also be "practicing and learning" in his stomach, while ignoring him was probably because they were digesting the large amount of mental energy he had just absorbed.

  There was nothing to say all night.

  On the second and third days, Yan Mo could not be closed in the second floor of the earth.

  Everyone thought that he was trying to break down the remaining three curses of bone objects. Only Yuan Zhan knew that he was busy splitting and studying that question.

  During that time, The Yufu Tribe quietly came to Yan Mo to confirm that the weak curse that had spread outside had been eliminated, and immediately relieved a lot of people.

  The Yufu Tribe spread out the words, and the market was full of joy.

  If it is not necessary, no one wants to go. A few days before the fair was a big deal for each tribe. Later, the people in The Moer-Gan Tribe would come and participate. By then, the whole Fair would be tripled. Although the latter was just a small deal, some people would change one or two things, but that was the most lively and interesting time.

  Qi Yuan and others intend to cancel the back market for cursing things. Now that they hear the exact news, they dare to continue.

  When Yan Mo was busy, Yuan Zhan was not idle either. He helped the snake man to build a mud house with an underground floor. Then, together with Shen-Gu, he got to know about the thousands of slaves and took people to hunt in person. He did not start to look around.

  Da-He and Ding Ning took care of the non-war slaves and the sick and wounded.

  Ding Fei takes Da-da with him, teaches him to speak and do things, and takes charge of the people's drinking water.

  Meng was gone again.

  Strangely, Jiu Feng was absent for two days and did not fly back at night. But Yan Mo is not worried about it. Although the bird is still very young in psychological age and actual age, Yuan Zhan often scolds it as a fool, but Jiu Feng's folly has its unique shrewdness in memory inheritance. Normally ordinary human beings or intelligent creatures can't deceive it or hurt it at all.

  On the fourth day of Yan Mo's closure, Ding Yue people came to the door and asked when they could see the Mer-people. They seemed to know that the Moer-Gan People had given them the two bone objects in advance.

  Whether people know it or not, Yan Mo pretends that they don't know it. He only says that the road is long and waiting for a while.

  "We can go with you after the fair." Zhi Chun proposed.

  Yan Mo shook his head. “No, the Mer-people doesn't like to meet outsiders. If I don't get their consent, they'll be angry with me for assuming for them.”

  Da-da and Ding Fei stood behind him like Da-He and stared fiercely at the people.

  Yuan Zhan is talking to Shen-Gu and half of his heart is here.

  Zhi Chun, looked at Yuan Zhan's eyes from time to time, asks, "When can you invite the Mer-people to meet with us?"

  "I'll go back and ask them if they want to run so far. So I don't know."

  Zhi Chun was angry. "You've already got two other bone objects. How can you do nothing?"

  Yan Mo asked, "Who told you I've got the other two bone objects?"

  Zhi Chun immediately sold The Moer-Gan People, "The Moer-Gan Chief's son Qi Hao Da-Ren."

  "That was not for us, but for the Moer-Gan People, who fears the curses on those bone objects and sends them to me to try to break them. If you don't believe me, you can ask Qi Yuan."

  Seeing the teenager did not admit that he had taken the two bone objects, and Zhi Chun could not help it. He could only refute forcefully: "You said that the bone objects are cursed? Who knew if you're cheating?

  Yan Mote kindly replied, "Then I will send the three remaining bone objects to stay with you for one day. Do you think you will be cursed?"

  Don't worry, kid, I have an antidote that won't really kill you.

  Zhi Chun said with a hard tone: "Then why have we been all right before?"

  "How do you know you're all right?” Has someone not died on your way here, and how many more have fallen into fever? Did you miss something and almost die of poison? Did someone went the wrong way, almost drowned, fell, and was trapped in mud and marshes. Snakes, beasts and vicious birds often attack you, and savages will attack you. I don't believe you can walk all the way here safely in such a primitive world.

  Zhi Chun was silent. When they set out, there were twice as many people as they are now, but now only a few of them are left. The Elder, who was on another special mission with them, disappeared on the way because they were chased by wild animals. They waited for several days and found no one. They had to leave him and continue to search for the big tribe. Now they don't know the Elder. Are you still alive?

  And nobody knew what task the Elder brought out with them.

  They had asked him quietly for curiosity. But the Elder only said with a sulky face that it was not something they should know.

  Think about all the tragic things that happened to them on their way, and then be reminded by Yan Mo that Zhi Chun really began to believe that there was a curse.

  Shu Yi's expression is still, but his eyes are very explicit.

  Yan Mo squints at the cold faced man, who has been staring at him since then, without hiding it. His eyes are naked and hot.

  He also had a look behind him, but it was not at him, but at the cold faced man, he stood in the middle and felt the killing in that look.

  Cool men also have a lot of kinds of hotness, like a certain 7th Rank blood warrior full of murderous eyes, even cannot change color.

  In addition, Yan Mo's eyes moved away from Shu Yi's face and looked next door. There was also a man who was peeping at him. When he looked over, the man did not hide, but looked very surprised.

  Inexplicable, Yan Mo feels that this person is a little familiar, as if there is such a number one person in his memory.

  By the way, next door is The Salt Mountain Tribesmen!

  It is not his own memory, but the memory of Hei Jiao, the original owner of the body.

  Yan Mo carefully searched Hei Jiao's memory to see who the young man who had peeked at him was.

  After a while, he remembered, this man…… It's his brother!

  A little drive on the whole picture. When Hei Jiao remembers who he is, his memory of the elder brother gradually comes back to him.

  Jiao's memory of this brother gradually came back to him.

  He is the second brother of his body, Hei Qi. He is the most capable and powerful of the four brothers in his family. He has reached the level of a 3rd rank warrior in his early twenties. He also loves Hei Jiao very much. He likes to scold him for his stupidity and laziness. At last, he tries to protect him when they had to runsaway but for the sake of everyone and he finally had to abandon him. At the time Hei Qi was abandoning Hei Jiao he was feeling helpless.

  In addition, Hei Jiao's eldest brother died in the war when The Salt Mountain Tribesmen was attacked, and the only sister was captured, leaving only second and third brothers with their parents and since he was dragging them when they had to flee with Tribesmen. When Hei Jiao died, all the others were still alive, just don't know how many people still exist now?

  Yan Mo was trying to get Ding Fei to bring the four Tribesmen, the Snake Man, the Huang Jing, the Earth Cliffs and the Bian Xi, to the door of the second floor.

  "Yuan Zhan? Is that you?"

  Yuan Zhan looked back.

  "My name is Hei Qi. The Salt Mountain Tribesmen. Do you remember me?" Hei Qi stood at the door, his fists clenched and his face tense. He told himself that he just wanted to make sure, and that the person he wanted to make sure was the one he couldn't open his mouth and ask directly.

  Sure, if it's not, he will die from the cold look.

  If so, if so……