Bamboo horse is straight A, what should I do?

After flying out of the hotel, Rong Mian and Song Yang went through the security check because no detection equipment could detect them, and boarded the spaceship bound for Zifuxing Z-896 without fare.

After boarding the spacecraft, 02 and 03 activated the light armor mode, a thin layer of metal covering the surface of the clothes, except for invisibility, it will not cause inconvenience to their actions.

There were not many people on the spaceship, so Song Yang asked 03 to hack the AI ​​system of the spaceship and open an empty rest cabin.

"After coming here, I did a lot of bad things."

Rong Mian sighed as she walked in, "It means that people still have to be restricted by rules and regulations."

After the cabin door was closed to confirm that there was no alarm, Song Yang sat down beside him.

"It means that you have as many trouble-making genes in your bones as I do."

Rong Mian said seriously: "It is also inherited from my father."

With an innocent expression of "it's all other people's fault".

Song Yang nodded solemnly: "I also inherited it from my father."

Rong Mian couldn't help chuckling: "Yangyang, you are the ugliest I've ever seen you."

Song Yang: "You are also a big piece of metal, are you embarrassed to say me?"

The simulated environment of nanometer metal is invisible, and at the same time, it also needs to prevent the monitoring of various rays.

Although they wouldn't lose sight of each other, what they could see was only the metal shell covering the outside.

Rong Mian reached out to hold his hand, and tapped his finger twice lightly with her fingertips, immediately there was a sound of metal impact.

"At the next stop, let's take off our battle armor and pretend to be on the spaceship."

Song Yang: "Yes."

It takes more than two hours to get to Zifuxing from here, but it takes eight hours to go from Zifuxing to Nanmingxing.

Two big metal blocks just sit like this, there is no sense of experience.

In the T710 hotel, the black leather beta Mengtu arrived late, three hours had passed since the killer rushed in.

Meng Tu glanced at the bloodstains on the wall, and the killer who was already dead, with an ugly expression.

He led a group of people striding towards the suite on the south side.

"Your Highness?! Your Highness——"

The door to the suite was broken and the living room was a mess with red wine and broken glass strewn everywhere.

Meng Tu quickly went to knock on the bedroom door, but there was no response for a long time. He was about to force his way in, but saw the door of another bedroom opened, and Darcy came out from inside.

"Colonel Meng, is it impolite for you to barge in and shout at this hour?"

Meng Tu sullenly asked, "Where is Your Highness?"

Darcy changed his previous amiable look, and his tone was not very good.

"Now is the time for children to sleep. It's strange for you to ask such a question. Do you think His Highness will sneak out to play late at night?"

Mengtu didn't want to talk to him, strode over and rushed into the room as soon as he waved him away.

The room was dimly lit, with a small bulge protruding from the luxurious bed.

Although he couldn't see it very clearly, it was enough for Meng Tu to confirm that the man was the second prince and he was still alive.

Awakened by the huge movement, the second prince sat up, half-closed his sleepy eyes and looked at him.

"Is something wrong?"

Meng Tu bowed slightly, but his tone was not as respectful as his actions.

"I saw a lot of corpses lying outside. I don't know what happened?"

The second prince: "I should ask this question, isn't it your job to be responsible for my safety?"

Meng Tu lowered his head: "The monitoring and alarm systems of the hotel were destroyed. I just went to rest, so I didn't notice it immediately."

What a high-sounding excuse, Darcy who was standing at the door snorted coldly.

But the second prince seemed to fully believe what he said, and explained: "Someone broke in and made a fuss, alarming the distinguished guests from Shengya. You came just in time. Let's go and see how they are doing now."

With that said, the second prince lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Darcy hastily took his coat and put it on him.

Meng Tu watched him go out, gave his subordinates a look, and followed him out.

Walking through the air corridor, they arrived at the east suite.

The situation here is much better than that in the south. There is only one Abe tribe who is dead or unconscious, holding his sack of sachet tightly in his hand.

The second prince went to a door and knocked.

Soon, the leader of the investigation team opened the door.

Seeing them, her eyes turned red all of a sudden.

"In a country as big as yours, you can't even guarantee the safety of hotels where foreign guests stay?!"

His voice trembles, whether it's too sad or too angry, or both.

Meng Tu put his hands on the holster around his waist, his eyes impatient.

"There has never been a security issue here, and I need your cooperation to understand the situation now."

Team leader: "We have two young team members who have been kidnapped, you must help us rescue them!"

Meng Tu frowned.

Captive?

Just as he was speaking, the door on the opposite side opened.

The second prince turned his head and glanced, and one of the people who came out was Beta who had protected him before.

A group of people all entered the suite where the team leader was.

In the living room, the team leader stared at Meng Tu who was opposite.

"Why did someone break in without any defensive measures?!"

"It's been nearly three hours since the incident, during which none of you or the AI ​​noticed something was wrong. Who is the access control downstairs?!"

"If we don't give us a reasonable explanation, this matter won't just go away."

Meng Tu: "When the accident happened, I just changed shifts to rest. As for the monitoring system, I asked them to check it when I came, and it was confirmed that it had been attacked."

Team leader: "That's it?"

Meng Tu: "I don't think it's time for accountability. Didn't you lose two people?"

The team leader looked at Chestnut, motioning for the latter to explain the matter.

Chestnut: "About eight o'clock, we suddenly heard movement in the corridor outside. At first we thought it was a new resident, but soon we heard a lot of gunshots and knocking on the door. We were scared and hid I dare not go out of the room at all.”

Having said that, he took a tissue to wipe away the tears that didn't exist.

"There was no response after pressing the siren, and the Internet was unavailable. We finally opened the door and went out after the gunshots stopped and there was no movement outside. Unexpectedly, the door of the next-door suite was open, and the two colleagues had disappeared."

The more Meng Tu listened, the colder his expression became.

"Do you know who those people are?"

The team leader said in disbelief: "Isn't this something you should investigate? How could we know who broke in in the room?"

The conversation lasted nearly an hour, and the whole process was very unpleasant for both parties.

The next afternoon, under the repeated urging of the investigation team, the two sides sat down to talk again.

Meng Tu's attitude was still very bad.

"We arrested a few people who broke in last night, but they insisted that they only wanted to grab money, and they didn't arrest anyone."

"Just to steal money?"

The team leader laughed angrily, "There was a shootout in the hotel where the foreign guests stayed, and there were people missing. How did it become a trivial matter in your mouth?"

Meng Tu said with a cold face, "The Abe tribe's gangs don't have the habit of kidnapping people."

Team leader: "How do you explain the gunshots? Who are the other people?"

Meng Tu: "Still investigating."

The team leader slapped the table, and asked sharply: "This is the efficiency of the Danse military?! Our general is still alive and dead, and now two team members are missing. If there is no clue within today, I will inform you later I will report the truth to my superiors!"

"We have tried our best to cooperate. If you are still not satisfied, then there is nothing I can do."

Meng Tu had no intention of giving in at all, and squinted his eyes slightly at the team leader, "At that time, the monitoring system failed, and our Second Prince was also attacked. Objectively speaking, you can't rule out the suspicion."

"What do you mean?!"

The vice president was so angry that he leaned over with his upper body, but was held tightly by the team leader.

The group leader looked at Meng Tu thoughtfully.

From Danse to now, he has always had a very strange feeling, and now this feeling is gradually becoming clear.

This country, or the people they are currently in contact with, have been provoking openly and secretly, fearing that the two countries will not go to war.

Although the star fields of the two countries are similar, from the perspective of comprehensive national strength, San Abyss is stronger than Dance by many times. In this case, Dance will not be able to take advantage of the war.

why?

What are they plotting?

"Don't worry, we will definitely check it out and give you a satisfactory explanation."

Hearing this immature voice, the team leader came back to his senses.

Facing the seven-year-old child, the team leader stared at Meng Tu, his voice was soft, but his words were tingly: "Please make sure to find out, help us find the missing team members, and remove the suspicion by the way."

The second prince looked at Meng Tu: "I saw those killers."

The eyes of everyone in the investigation team and Meng Tu changed.

Chestnut stood behind the team leader, his eyes fixed on the second prince.

The strong gaze was like a warning, but the second prince turned a blind eye and said calmly: "Judging from their clothes, they should all be from the Abe tribe. After they broke into my door, they suddenly started fighting with each other for some reason. , Darcy and I were too frightened to move, and kept hiding behind the sofa in the living room."

After saying a word, Chestnut looked away as if nothing had happened.

Meng Tu also relaxed a lot.

Invisibly, the tense atmosphere in the entire meeting room suddenly calmed down.

Meng Tu: "Besides that, what else did you see? Did they participate?"

Although he didn't specify it, everyone knew who he was talking about.

The second prince shook his head: "No."

Mengtu's brows twitched, his face darkened, and he didn't hide his displeasure at all.

"Then have you seen them kidnap people?"

The second prince still shook his head.

Meng Tu's face was slightly calm, and he raised his chin and looked towards the opposite side.

But before he opened his mouth, he heard the second prince say: "But I heard they said that those two people are very rich, so take them back first and then blackmail them."

As if afraid that Meng Tu would not believe it, he added: "Darcy has heard that too."

Darcy, who was suddenly named, felt his back go cold, and nodded after hesitating for a moment.

"That's exactly what they said."

Meng Tu frowned, suppressing his anger: "Then they didn't say where they were going to take him?"

The second prince thought about it seriously: "I didn't hear it clearly, but I heard the cry for help. It was the voice of those two beautiful team members."

A few words have settled the matter.

Speaking in front of foreign guests, even if it is an unpopular prince, it is still a symbol of the royal family. Even if Meng Tu didn't want to hear it, he didn't dare to refute it in person.

Walking out of the room, Darcy looked at the people going back on both sides, bent down and asked in a low voice: "Why did you do this, your situation will be more difficult if His Majesty knows about it."

Whoever broke in last night was well known to all parties, but they didn't say it clearly.

The people in Shengya's investigation team are so skilled, even the killers were easily dealt with by them, let alone a few gangsters.

Being kidnapped is even more of a joke.

Those gangs of the Abe tribe have never been involved in personnel matters. Compared with the roundabout method of kidnapping and extortion, they prefer to directly rob money and kill people.

The missing persons mentioned by the investigation team either directed and acted in hiding and wanted to use this as an excuse to attack Dan Si, or they took the opportunity to go to other places with unknown purpose.

It is impossible for Meng Tu and the second prince not to think of anything he can think of.

Because of this, Meng Tu had a very bad attitude towards them, and tried every means to suppress the investigation team in turn.

But why did the second prince do this?

Just because they saved him last night?

Shengya and Dansi said on the surface that they would discuss the establishment of diplomatic relations, but secretly they took many actions. No one knows whether the next step will be to promote exchanges or start a full-scale war.

The second prince wouldn't be so impulsive to help the enemy country, would he?

"The Shengya Empire is in an unprecedented period of prosperity. Technology, military, and economy are all far behind us. To fight against such a neighbor is to seek destruction."

The second prince looked ahead and said softly, "I hope they will rein in the precipice and stop making wrong decisions."

Nanmingxing M-336;

Rong Mian thought that the T710 was already very backward, but unexpectedly, it was even more exaggerated here, almost like a primitive tribe.

Narrow roads, dilapidated houses, rubbish piled up everywhere, and there are rickshaws to solicit passengers outside the parking hall.

If it weren't for this parking hall and the small spaceship that just took off in sight, Rong Mian would have doubted whether he had traveled to ancient times.

Such a comparison, the environment of T710 is quite beautiful.

Bique Town, where the Bique tribe is located, is not far from here, only [-] kilometers away, and it can be reached in the blink of an eye with a battle armor.

Rong Mian originally thought that it would be a rare trip to experience the local folk customs, and inquire about the Bique tribe by the way, maybe there will be unexpected gains.

But now I feel a little overwhelmed.

There is no other public transportation nearby, and the nearest station is three kilometers away. If they don't use armor, they can only choose a rickshaw or run there.

He could tolerate it, but the young master, Little Piggy, couldn't bear his temper either.

The two stood outside the crowded hall, Song Yang's face became more and more stinky.

"You want to take a rickshaw?"

Rong Mian: "Forget it."

But before they could turn around, they were stopped by a group of rickshaw owners.

They didn't speak Danse's official language, even 01 was silent for more than a minute before translating what they said.

"My car is the newest, and the price is the cheapest. It only costs 10 Dan to go to the town!"

"I'm nine dollars!"

"I'm eight dollars and eight!"

Rong Mian: "..."

The noise made their ears buzzing.

They were all wearing cool undershirts, their skins were dirty or already dark, and Song Yang felt very insecure when they were so close.

Afraid that Rong Mian would be touched by them, Song Yang tried his best to protect him, and when he came back to his senses, he found that they had been pushed and shoved onto a rickshaw.

Sitting in the rickety car, Song Yang: "..."

Rongmian endured a smile, and reached out to help him tidy up his messed up clothes.

"We'll get off at the station."

Fortunately, his face was covered and his body was tightly clothed, otherwise the little piggy might have gone berserk.

Song Yang leaned on his shoulder, moaning, "I'm motion sick."

Rong Mian estimated the current speed: "It should take two to three minutes."

Seeing that the station was right in front of him, the rickshaw suddenly bumped, and Song Yang was caught off guard and hit his chin.

Seeing Song Yang frowning and covering his mouth, Rong Mian hurriedly went to check.

"How is it, does it hurt?"

The corners of Song Yang's eyes were wet.

"I bit my tongue."

Rong Mian's complexion changed, and he asked 01 to imitate his voice and use the local dialect to ask the driver to stop early.

But when the driver reached out his hand, he remembered that the two of them had no money.

The group leader's money has been spent.

Song Yang reached out and scanned the sensor handed over by the driver, indicating that the payment was successful.

Ignoring the money question, Rong Mian dragged him behind the stop sign and took off his mask.

"Open your mouth and let me see?"

Song Yang opened his mouth obediently.

Sure enough, it bleeds.

Rongmian was very distressed.

The blood was still oozing out, she didn't know how deep the wound was, Rong Mian didn't think much, just leaned over and licked it.

When the tip of his tongue touched the small opening there, he dared not touch it again for fear of hurting Song Yang.

Rongmian wakes up 01 and makes it switch to the therapy device mode.

"Coke, keep your mouth open, I—"

Before he finished speaking, he was hugged tightly, and Song Yang kissed him involuntarily.

The bloody taste in his mouth got stronger.

It was only then that Rong Mian noticed what she had just done.

Wet kissing or something is too high a difficulty level for someone who just lost their first kiss.

When Song Yang let him go, Rong Mian still couldn't recover.

Song Yang brushed the wet corner of his mouth with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "You provoked me first."

Rong Mian's eyes couldn't help but glance at his lips, wanting to say that he didn't do it on purpose just now, wanting to ask him if the wound still hurts, but when it came to his mouth, it turned into: "Why are you so proficient?"

Song Yang: "..."

Rong Mian: "Are you secretly practicing while I'm not paying attention?"

Song Yang: "This still needs to be practiced?"

Rong Mian: "..."

Was he despised?

Rong Mian said seriously: "I need to practice, you can teach me when I get back."

Song Yang was taken aback, and raised the corners of his lips: "We must teach by example."

After being interrupted like this, Song Yang stopped humming.

Rong Mian asked: "The wound doesn't hurt anymore?"

Song Yang looked at him and licked the corner of his lips: "It was healed by your saliva."

Rong Mian: "..."

Don't be ashamed.

There are farmlands on both sides of this station, and there are no houses, but there are a lot of vehicles passing by, so it is obviously inappropriate to wear armor here.

The two walked around the stop sign, only to see an old Omega man standing in front of the unoccupied platform just now.

Judging by the degree of aging, the old man should be between ninety and one hundred one, dressed plainly, carrying bags with both hands, and a few green onions and celery were exposed from the opening.

Go here to buy food?

Rong Mian was a little puzzled, suddenly noticed something out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the old man's face.

From the old man's cheekbones to the ears, there are two dark red lines. The little finger is thick and thin, almost spanning the entire left face. However, the old man's skin is darker, and only near the ears are more obvious.

The painting is so regular, it doesn't look like it was done by accident.

Seeing that his back was hunched and his hands were heavy, Rong Mian walked over and asked in Dansi: "Grandpa, there are seats over there, why don't you sit and wait for the bus?"

The old man glanced at him, then turned back, neither speaking nor moving.

Seeing that Rong Mian fell into the old man's disease again, Song Yang pulled him back and hugged him in front of him.

"My tongue hurts again."

Rong Mian: "..."

Seeing that Song Yang was about to approach him, Rong Mian smiled and pushed him away: "Your saliva has a better healing effect than mine."

Song Yang: "..."

A rickshaw stopped, and five young beta men got off, just filling up the seats.

"Hey old man, you've got me pissed off, get out of here!"

Hearing the domineering roar, Rong Mian looked over and saw the beta man sitting closest to the old man.

The old man didn't look at it, and silently moved a few steps aside.

"Tell you to go away, don't you understand?!"

Beta kicked it, but his legs were not long enough, and he only kicked the cloth bag that the old man was carrying, "It's a rare trip back home, and it's really fucking unlucky to meet a Bique clan."

Rong Mian's eyes flashed.

This old man turned out to be from the Bique clan?

But didn't it mean that the omegas of the Porcupine tribe are all short-lived?

Although the old man was not kicked, he staggered two steps because of the strength. The cloth bag in his right hand suddenly burst, and potatoes and tomatoes rolled all over the ground.

The old man hugged the bag in a hurry, but the more he panicked, the more he lost.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Instead of apologizing, the beta man even booed along with the others.

One of them even ran onto the road deliberately, just to step on the falling tomatoes.

But as soon as he lifted his leg, he was kicked out.

"Well--"

Rong Mian bent down to pick up the tomato on the ground, and looked down at the beta on the ground.

"Is it fun to bully the elderly?"

Beta clutched his leg and wanted to roll in pain, cursing.

"Even dare to hit me, what the hell are you—ah!"

Before he got up, Rong Mian kicked him back again.

Rongmian bent down to pick up another potato.

"Don't step on the grain."

Seeing that their brother had been beaten, the other four betas were so angry that they rolled up their sleeves and wanted to do it.

But before he got up, he saw an alpha in a white robe walking in front of him, he was frighteningly tall.

"Do you want to fight, or help the old man pick up the things?" Song Yang's voice was cold.

Four betas: "!!"

This man's eyes are so scary!

After 1 minute, the five betas silently picked up all the fruits and vegetables.

But the old man's cloth bag was torn, and the other bag couldn't hold it.

Seeing the old man trembling and looking like he was about to cry, Rong Mian wanted to see if there was a place selling bags nearby.

"Don't be so troublesome."

Song Yang turned his head to look at the five betas, "Bag."

After being glanced at by him, the five betas were so frightened that their scalps were numb, they hurriedly took out a bag from the luggage, and handed it over respectfully with both hands.

"Here, here you are."

Song Yang didn't answer: "The things are packed."

Betas: "Okay, okay."

When Song Yang was "dominating", Rong Mian stood beside the old man and asked in a low voice, "Where are you going?"

The old man hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke this time.

"Go to Fuque Town."

His voice has a serious accent, if not for 01 translating at the same time, Rong Mian would not understand at all.

Fuque Town is next to Bique Town.

Rong Mian took advantage of the situation and said, "My companion and I will also go there, let's carry the things for you."

But the old man hesitated and didn't speak.

When Beta bent over to bring back a bag of vegetables, the old man lifted it up, but did not move, and then looked at Rong Mian.

"Thank you."

Rong Mian took the bag from the old man's hand, and motioned Song Yang to bring the other bag.

The bus to Bique Town has arrived. It is a very old bus.

After Rong Mian waited for the old man to get into the car, he and Song Yang followed.

There are only three people in the car with the driver, and the seats are in a row of four, separated by a narrow aisle.

After the old man sat down by the window, Rong Mian naturally sat beside him.

Song Yang, who followed behind, paused and sat down on the other side of the aisle unhappily.

Receiving his accusing eyes, Rong Mian chuckled.

On the way, Rong Mian tried to chat with the old man, but the old man was very vigilant and hardly spoke.

Rong Mian coughed a few times, coughing intermittently for more than ten minutes.

The old man glanced at him from time to time, and finally couldn't help but ask, "You are so young, why are you in such poor health?"

Rong Mian said in a low voice: "I was born weak, the doctor said it was a gland problem."

The old man shook his head and sighed: "The disease of the gland is the most difficult to cure."

"Yeah, if you don't cure it, you won't live long. I don't want my partner to be a widow."

Saying that, Rong Mian glanced at Song Yang.

Song Yang: "..."

Your partner calls so smoothly, you should confess your love first.

After the chatter was opened, the old man would occasionally say a few words, his attitude was better than before, and he would ask questions proactively.

Old man: "Are you young couple here to play?"

Rong Mian shook her head: "I heard from a friend that there is a folk remedy for glandular disease here, so I thought of taking a look."

After saying this, the old man fell silent again.

This time I didn't speak until I got out of the car.

Both Fuque Town and Bique Town are surrounded by mountains, like a horizontal "8", with Fuque Town on the left circle and Bique Town on the right circle, separated by a river in the middle.

The car drove through the middle of the 8th, and on the road, I could faintly see red and green cloth strips hanging in front of the houses on the other side of the river, and it seemed that someone was setting off firecrackers.

"Is it tomorrow?"

"Yeah, this is the only day of the year that is lively."

"It's a pity that outsiders are not allowed in."

"My nephew used a drone to secretly take pictures last year, but they shot them with a gun. What a bunch of savages."

Several people in the back seat were discussing in low voices.

It sounds like this isn't the norm for the Peacocks.

Rong Mian also looked out the window, and excitedly said to Song Yang, "Look at Yang Yang, it's so interesting there!"

Song Yang nodded cooperatively: "Is this a festival? It's so lively."

Listening to their chat, the old man said in a low voice, "It's the annual sacrifice of the Bique tribe."

"Sacrifice?"

Rong Mian was puzzled, "Worshiping ancestors?"

The old man snorted lightly: "It used to be, but now—it's nothing anymore."

There are only so few people in this nation, and it is said that they are closed and do not intermarry. In this case, don't they generally have a sense of belonging and honor to their own ethnic group?

Why does this old man disdain tomorrow's sacrifice?

The station is not far from the river bank. After getting off the bus, Rong Mian thought that the old man was here to do some shopping before going back to Bique Town, but he never expected to send him home all the way.

Being a Bique tribe but not living in Bique Town?

At the foot of the mountain near the river bank of the old man's house, there are wooden houses built against the mountain. Judging by the dilapidation, they have been built for at least 80 to [-] years.

There is a large yard in front of the house, a few chickens and ducks are kept in a small cage next to it, and some plants that look like vegetables are planted on the other side.

The old man beckoned them to sit down in the yard, and quickly came out with the teapot in hand.

Rong Mian asked curiously: "You grow vegetables yourself, why do you go all the way to buy vegetables?"

The old man looked over there: "The vegetables there are cheap, and I can only grow this, and the others can't grow."

Rong Mian: "..."

It turns out that the hand is still handicapped after getting old? !

He also expects to learn how to cook naturally when he gets old, and cook delicious food for Coke every day.

It's too awful.

Song Yang turned his head to look at the river bank.

Along the way, Bique Town can only be seen from this angle.

If you have good eyesight, you can still see people wearing ghost masks beating gongs and drums on the street at the moment.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly received Rong Mian's pitiful eyes, and Song Yang asked with a question mark.

"what happened?"

Rong Mian looked serious: "Thank you for not despising me."

Song Yang: "..."

Song Yang: "What's wrong with being friends?"

Rong Mian: "..."

Song Yang looked at the old man: "Grandpa, what do the priests of the Bique clan do?"

The old man sat down and looked across the river.

"In the month of sacrifice, every household should hang sparrow feathers to ward off evil spirits. Seven days before the official sacrifice ceremony, the witches put on the mask of the sparrow god and walked around the whole family three times a day at regular intervals, so that the gods could see them. On that day, the god used the body of the witch to descend to the Bique tribe, and his envoys and gods blessed the Bique tribe."

Rong Mian: "..."

Song Yang: "..."

It's better to worship the ancestors.

Rong Mian: "What is a shaman? Is there someone in the Bique tribe who specializes in being a shaman?"

It reminded him of the plots he saw in the unofficial history. To be a witch, a witch must maintain her virginity and stay in a place like a ancestral hall for the rest of her life. She has a high status on the surface, but she lives like an ascetic.

The old man's voice was very low, revealing the sadness of right and wrong: "There used to be, but now I don't know."

Song Yang gently scratched the rim of the cup, and said casually, "I heard from friends that the Bique tribe has medicine for omega gland disease, you—"

"No."

The old man interrupted him, "If you are interested in sacrifice, you can see some standing on the bank of the river tomorrow. If you are interested in the medicine, I advise you to leave early."

Rong Mian and Song Yang looked at each other and said softly, "Grandpa, I—"

The old man got up.

"I'm getting too old and physically exhausted, so I'm going to rest."

Such an obvious evasive attitude.

Rong Mian frowned.

Is that medicine some kind of taboo in the Bique tribe?Why does the old man have this attitude every time he mentions this medicine?

Reluctantly returning to the town from the foot of the mountain, the two held hands and communicated in very soft voices.

Song Yang: "Have you thought about it? Do you want to disguise or armor?"

It's good to use a battle armor, but you can't find anything in the invisible state.

Rong Mian: "If you can, it's best to sneak in, but the place is so big, you might be spotted if you don't know the face as soon as you enter."

"Don't worry about that."

Song Yang chuckled, "Just cover your face?"

After eating in Fuque Town, the two waited leisurely for dark.

Thinking of Song Yang also swiping the terminal when checking out, Rong Mian asked, "How did you do that?"

Song Yang smiled nonchalantly: "I hacked a few banks and used them in turn. With the consumption level of the two of us, I saved them money."

Rong Mian: "..."

Sure enough, people still need to be restricted by law, otherwise they will degenerate like this in a few days.

At night, the two went to Bique Town in stealth mode.

Many houses were also built on the surrounding hills, reaching as high as halfway up the mountain. Like the houses on the street, several strings of red and green cloth strips were hung on the gates.

These strips of cloth are woven in a special way and vary in length.

It should be the sparrow feather that the old man said.

The two landed on the tallest building in the town center—although it was only seven or eight floors high.

From here, a group of people can be seen walking on the west street. Gongs are played in front of the team, firecrackers are set off in the back, and there are many people watching on both sides.

After they finished walking around, Rong Mian and Song Yang followed the four masked witches to their residence.

In addition to a ring of sparrow feathers hanging outside the wooden house, a two-meter-high sparrow with a very abstract shape was placed on the roof, and ghost masks three or four times larger than ordinary ones were hung on both sides of the eaves.

Haunted house.

This thought flashed through Rong Mian and Song Yang's mind at the same time.

After entering the gate, there is a wooden screen, bypassing the screen is the hall.

Under the light, Wu Zi looked even weirder.

The so-called sparrow mask is very ugly and exaggerated, with a sharp nose, but it only covers two-thirds of the face.

Their exposed lips were painted dark red, and the cheeks on both sides had dark red totems extending from the mask all the way to their necks.

This made Rong Mian instantly think of the two imprints on the old man's face that were about to disappear.

"I'm exhausted, it's so heavy!"

One of the shamans complained, taking off the mask and the wig that symbolized the feathers, "These old fellows of the Bique clan are really difficult to deal with, even if you want to simplify the process."

Rong Mian frowned.

The man spoke Danse.

It doesn't sound like he is from the Bique tribe.

"I can't stand the money."

Another shaman took off his hood and mask, and began to take off the feather sacrificial clothing on his body, "I don't know how they make so much money in such a poor place."

The third witch came to their side with a gossipy face.

"I heard that all the omegas of their clan were sold, and all the money they earned was donated to the clan."

Wu Zi, who was the first to speak, rubbed his chin in thought.

"So they hold such grand sacrifices every year, because they are afraid of angering their ancestors? Spending money to pray to gods to buy peace of mind?"

The second witch waved his hand: "Never mind him, anyway, the sacrifice ends tomorrow, and we can leave when we get the money the day after tomorrow."

The four of them took off their sacrificial clothes and threw them on the table. They took the makeup remover to remove the totems on their faces, and went into a room to smoke and play mahjong.

Rong Mian looked at the two tables against the wall in the hall, where there were many red and green jars, and there were some makeup brushes beside them.

These should be the paints Wu Zi used to paint his face.

Over there, Song Yang waved to him.

Rong Mian walked over.

On the white paper casually placed on the chair, tomorrow's process was written in scribbled handwriting.

Starting at 5 o'clock tomorrow morning, we will walk around the whole family first, and then enter a place called the Sacrifice Hall, where we will complete the sacrificial ceremony.

The town of Bique is not big, and the two of them flew until midnight and couldn't find the so-called sacrificial hall.

Rong Mian: "01, how is it?"

01: "Not detected."

02: "Not detected."

The place is so mysterious, could it be related to that kind of medicine?

The two landed on an uninhabited hill.

Rong Mian looked at the lights of Wanjia below.

"Those witches will leave the day after tomorrow at the latest. We will do it before 5 o'clock."

Song Yang: "Aren't you looking for someone first?"

Rong Mian looked at him: "If father comes here too, I think we will meet sooner or later."

Rather than looking for someone without a clue, it is better to find medicine first, after all, their purpose is the same.

At 4:[-] the next morning, the two entered the "haunted house" again. Two people seemed to have gone out, and only two people were putting on makeup in the hall.

Rong Mian walked behind one person, covered his mouth, and poked his neck with her fingers.

The electric current at the fingertips stunned people instantly.

The two dragged people into a room, and tied them up with ropes.

Song Yang: "Just put it here? What if those two people come back?"

Rong Mian looked around and found a small depression on the floor beside the bed.

He walked over, tapped his toes on the floor, put his fingers into the depression, and sure enough, he touched a switch.

When the switch was pressed, the floor of about one level suddenly opened, revealing an underground storage room below.

The two dragged people down the wooden ladder.

Something was moving in the corner of my eye, Rong Mian turned her head to look over, her eyes changed.

"Um-"

The other two witches were being tied to a wooden stake and their mouths were sealed with tape. Seeing them coming down, they cried out in horror.

Rong Mian looked at the person she was dragging in her hand, and at Song Yang behind her.

"..."

They are still invisible, so what will these two people see?