The noisy discussion made Sang Mo wake up quickly, he turned over and squatted behind a big tree vigilantly.

It was a habit he developed in the wild.

But now, his actions are undoubtedly a bit stupid, because there is no tension on the faces of others, they are all surprised and excited.

what happened?

Sang Mo slowed down, stood up straight, and looked in the direction the crowd was facing.

The sky was just white with fish belly, the stars were looming in the sky, and the surroundings were very dark. From last night's fire, there were only faint sparks left, barely able to bring them much light.

But there is light in the distance.

Sang Mo was shocked to see that there was a cluster of fire in the distant sky!

"The observatory! The observatory must have been built!" Yang Da was so excited that he couldn't help himself: "I've been out for more than 30 days. Before I left, they were looking for a place to lay the foundation. Counting the time, it's almost there!"

"Are all your tribes living in gods? How could it be possible to set up such a high platform!?"

"That's right. At first, we thought that Moon Sacrifice was crazy, but he and our tribe's carpenter and mason studied it for a few days, and he said it would work!"

"How tall is this table?" Doupod asked curiously.

"Then I don't know either..." Yang scratched his head.

Moon worship said before that, with the watchtower, the map can be drawn more accurately in fine weather, and all the tribes can be connected in series.

Just one tower is not enough, it has to cover the entire Snowmelting Valley Alliance.

The towers of their tribe are considered experiments. When they are completed, they will find out the method, and they will send teams like road construction teams to repair towers everywhere.

Yang Da explained and said, "Our leader also said that in addition to building the highest tower, we also need to build a high tower, a middle tower, and a low tower. Each tribe should have one low tower. The signal can be seen by the middle tower, the middle tower will then transmit it to the high tower, and finally the highest tower will also get the news, and if something happens, you can get timely rescue."

Everyone expressed their sincere admiration.

Sang Mo looked at the firelight that day and bit his lower lip sadly.

If his tribe were closer here.

If that night happened later.

Could they... be rescued too?

It was pointless to think about such a thing now, but Sang Mo was still mad with jealousy.

At the same time of jealousy, there is also a trace of joy and gratitude.

In the next few days, they worked harder, and finally built the road to the door of the Baidou tribe after five days.

The Baidou tribe went out to watch the excitement, chatting around the road and the road construction team, and Sang Mo took the opportunity to leave quietly.

He held the half of the wolf-headed wooden sign that had fallen nearby at some point, his eyes firm.

It's not time for comfort and peace of mind.

No one else needs to avenge his revenge.

The wooden sign was found in the creek and was covered with moss, indicating that it had been in the water for a long time.

If the werewolves didn't fall in place, then walking upstream along the stream would be an option to try.

Sang Mo was going to find Sleepy Grass, but now that he has a direction, he no longer hesitates.

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In the white bean tribe, the pods are calling for people to share the jerky.

When asked about Sang Mo, he found that the others were gone.

There was a timid man who saw the moment Sang Mo left, but he didn't stop or say hello. He cowardly said: "That, Sang Mo may, go..."

Dad Yan happened to squeeze into the crowd with Yan Da and Yan Xiao. Hearing this, he was suddenly anxious: "What's going on? Why did you just leave??"

Yan Da knew everything, sighed silently, remembered that they still didn't keep anyone, and said disappointedly: "Let's go, he still has things to do."

There was a person in the tribe who did not deal with their family. Hearing this, he laughed and laughed: "Look at you, what's your vision? I rescued someone, provided delicious food, and finally ran away, saying that you are stupid and you still don't believe me. Look at him just for this jerky..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Doupod shouting: "Sangmo's jerky! Come and get it from Yanjia!"

The smile on the face of the person who didn't deal with it was too late to take off, and gradually became embarrassed.

Yan Da hummed: "Yes, we are stupid, you are smart!"

The man blushed.

Having said that, Iwata couldn't help but cast his gaze to the flaming tower in the distance.

Hope the desert is safe.

Sang Mo, who was prayed for, didn't know that he was missed by others, but he did get good luck.

He, somewhere in the mountain stream, saw a small piece of sleepy grass!

What is this concept?

In the past, the sleepy grasses he collected were all by stalks. But here, there is one!

The desert is addicted to digging grass and can't extricate itself, following the growth habit of sleepy grass, groping a little bit to find it.

Sometimes he can find one plant in half a day's journey, and sometimes more than a dozen plants are connected, becoming a small piece of climate.

After walking like this for nearly twenty days, Sang Mo actually encountered a tribe.

It's not necessarily a tribe, but it looks like someone has lived there for a long time, and it's more likely to be a tribe.

But...there was absolutely no one in there.

How can there be a tribe without a single one! ?

Sang Mo was startled, thinking, is this tribe being...?

But looking around, it doesn't look like it.

There were no traces of tumbling, no fire, and no corpses. This tribe is like an empty shell, and there are not many materials left.

This scene is terrifyingly weird.

Sang Mo vigilantly patrolled around the periphery, but did not see anything suspicious. Suspiciously looking for a vacancy, Sang Mo stepped into this tribe. At first glance, it was nothing special.

This is even more terrifying.

Sang Mo carried the bone spur across his chest and slowly walked towards the opposite exit of the tribe.

He looked left and right, turning back from time to time, until he got better in the woods.This must be the forest where this tribe usually hunts.