Sang Mo sounded like someone had been hammered in the head.

His eyes were full of flowers, and he even suspected that what he had just heard was a hallucination.

Wolf head pattern.

Wolf head wooden sign.

kill.

Sang Mo couldn't help but ask Dad Yan next to him, "What did they say?"

Dad Yan didn't listen carefully, and told him: "There is a group of bad guys. If you see them, you have to run away, or you will be bitten! What's the name? Oh, I especially love the wolf head."

"Wolf head..." Only then did Sang Mo confirm that he heard correctly. He was mixed with joy and sorrow, and he didn't know what to do for a while, and his face was still cold.

The Aries leader emphasized for a long time, saying how terrible this wolf tribe was, which made the peaceful tribe nervous.

Many young people also practiced sparring, and laughed while practicing.

"Hey, speaking of which we can only catch sheep, we really can't kill people! If a wolf-headed man stood in front of me, I might be scared to the point of shit-"

"Let's do this!" The companion smiled and kicked the speaker: "Can't you just hunt those people like sheep? What are you afraid of!"

Sang Mo stood on the edge of the Baidou tribe and looked into the distance.

He had just heard that someone said that the news of beware of the wolf-headed man came from a tribe with a rift.

That tribe has grown enormously, and it will grow even bigger.

"Rift Valley..." Sang Mo murmured, clenching his fists.

The author has something to say: Sang Mo: Do ​​you still remember me, I am that white-eyed wolf. (indifferent face)

Sang Lu: Ciao, my brother with facial paralysis!

Thank you to the little angel who voted for the king or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [landmines]: the second young master of the Ye family, 1 fork girl;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

There are 18 bottles of Fusu in the mountains; 1 bottle of Changbai Mountain, which is attacked;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

Chapter 66

The life of the Baidou tribe is leisurely and comfortable. Sandy spent a spring day here, and the wolf-headed tribe seemed to have suddenly disappeared.

He has no new goals, so he stays here temporarily, because he is taciturn but able to work hard, and someone in the tribe wants to marry his daughter to him.

Sang Mo refuses in horror, and decides to leave.

I am a sinner. He thought, I don't deserve to be in a contract and live in peace with people.

The Yan Abba family, who took him in, was very reluctant to hear that he was leaving at dinner.

The brothers Yan Xiao and Yan Da were also angry, saying that he did not treat them as family.

"I have something to do." Sand said, "I'm sorry."

Yan Xiao cried, Yan Da pinched the back of A Di's neck, and said to Sang Mo, who had a dim face under the dim firelight, "You just don't want to stay in our tribe?"

Sang Mo thought for a while and answered in the affirmative.

Yan said, "The tribe decided yesterday to send a group of people to Douzipo to pick up the people who helped us build the road."

"Building a road?" Sang Mo was stunned.

"Yes." Yanda said, "Someone came to inform the other two days ago that the Yanbu and Xingyue tribes joined forces to build roads for all the tribes nearby. We are only five or six days away from the Xingyue tribe. The footsteps, this is almost repaired, after repairing, we will not get lost when we go to other tribes, and the footsteps can be accelerated when the ground is good, and even without spies, we can run to each other."

Sang Mo suddenly felt some waves in his heart.

"Then why should we go?"

"This is a good thing. Our tribe took advantage of it, and of course we have to send someone to help. The leader said this yesterday, and there are still many people willing to go. Would you like to try it? You can also get extra jerky. "

"...Then I got the jerky, and I'll give it all to you."

Yan laughed and said, "No need. Go talk to the people sent over there, maybe there will be new clues? You always stay in the Baidou tribe, and it's really not easy to get news."

Sang Mo's nasal cavity was sore, and he couldn't see it on his face, but he could feel solemnity in his tone.

"Thank you," he said.

He didn't say anything about himself clearly, he only said that he wanted to find something, so he was wandering outside.

And Iwata seemed to see through the reason for his wandering and took special care of him.

Sang Mo couldn't take anything in return, so he could only work harder to help them carry water and cut firewood. He even went out to hunt a blue sheep. Before joining the road construction team, he stayed at their home in Yanda University.

After setting off, Sang Mo thought that if there was a chance, he would hunt a deer and return it to the priest who would use strange abilities when he arrived near the rift.

Although Sang Mo stayed in the Baidou tribe for a while, he was not close to people.

Many people in the road construction team saw him as familiar, and could not say a word.

From the White Dou tribe to the agreed-upon location, all you need to do is climb a gentle slope and cross a rocky belt. The journey takes about a day and a night.

During the lunch break, the rest of the team lit a fire and threw the white beans in to roast them. After a while, the beans exploded with a bang, ejected one by one, and the aroma wafted away.

There was a man named Bean Pod, one after another, he threw a handful of beans in, and he was able to fill his arms like he was doing acrobatic acrobatics, and not a single bean fell.

"Hey, our tribe's beans are really fragrant, and I don't know if there are any other places."

As he said that, an exploding bean shot towards Sang Mo, hitting him in the face while he was dazed, causing him to bounce off the ground in fright.

The others got up haha, leaning back and forth, and Doujia couldn't breathe even more from laughing: "Hey yo Sangmo, Dou God likes you hahaha-"

Sang Mo covered his cheek with one hand, his whole face flushed red.

"Come on, don't be angry, eat beans!" Doujia greeted him: "Old Yan's family doesn't like to use roasted ones, they all rely on cooking, you must have never tasted—"

Sang Mo was about to angrily refuse, but couldn't help but say that he was gagged.

The fried baked beans did have a peculiar smell, and Sang Mo forgot what he was going to say. He ate a few of them, and finally sat down silently in shame.