The Dasun tribe is named after it.

Bamboo is dead! ? How can this be, how can they live, how can they be the strongest tribe!

The leader of the big bamboo shoots was in a hurry, and he walked around the flowering bamboo forest under his hands. When he came back, the corners of his mouth were anxious.

He didn't care about pride, he rushed into Rong Yue's tent, and suddenly filled the entire space.

"Yue sacrifice! I heard that your Xingyue tribe is very capable. Do you know how to keep Bamboo from dying?" The leader of Dasun said anxiously: "We promised to send more people to build the road! You don't need to provide materials for the tower. If you have any requests, feel free to mention them, I have absolutely nothing to say!"

Rong Yue is roasting seaweed with fire: "What? Bamboo is dead? How many?"

The leader of Dasun jumped up and snatched his slate: "What time is it! Come with me quickly..."

Not caring about his offense, Rong Yue wiped her hands: "Don't worry, Tian Yang, come over after baking these."

The leader of the big bamboo shoots: "..."

In just two days, the bamboo forest was really beginning to wither, and when Rong Yue arrived with the leader of the bamboo shoots, she couldn't believe her eyes.

The white flowers spread, and at this moment, it was like a condolence to the bamboo, inexplicably bleak.

The wind blew, withered bamboo leaves and white flowers scattered, and one fell on Rong Yue's head.

so horrible.

He didn't care too much, and he didn't have time to investigate how these were formed. He took out the zeroing staff and chanted the incantation on the spot. The coverage of the Holy Prayer can be stretched to a large extent, and the golden streamer Xuanwen is flowing in the air. The leader of the big bamboo shoots and all his subordinates, who have never seen such a miracle, almost hide behind the bushes and bury their heads in the soil.

The way of infusing vitality is as easy to use as ever, and where the sacred prayer is shrouded, the half-withered bamboo immediately begins to rejuvenate.

"Oh my God, God..." The leader of Dasun shivered: "Why don't you tell me, what kind of moon sacrifice has this kind of ability?"

One of the men said indifferently: "We said it before, just listen to what you say."

"..." The leader of the big bamboo shoot, who was shot, was silent for a moment, and said solemnly: "I didn't say it."

"You said it."

"I didn't say it!"

"...Okay, I didn't say it." The subordinate showed a loving expression.

Because of Rongyue's miracle, the leader of Dasun led all the followers to hold a celebration that night.

This time, everyone was sincere to Rong Yuejing's wine. He walked by the bonfire, and every member of the tribe he met would greet him and thank him for helping the Dasun tribe out of the difficulties.

Seeing Rongyue's perfect smile, Tianyang knew that he was not in a good mood, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you unhappy?"

Rong Yue turned around and looked at him seriously: "I always have a bad feeling."

That hunch was fulfilled the next day.

The bamboos that Rong Yue used the sacred prayer to bring back their youth died again.

For a time, this news shocked all the members of the Dasun tribe.

"Is the miracle of the moon sacrifice useless?"

"Why did the bamboo die when it was clear?"

"Is it possible that the moon sacrifice has been reclaimed by the gods, or is the bamboo doomed to perish, and even the means of the moon sacrifice can't be saved?"

"What kind of moon sacrifice... I can't even save some bamboo!"

"Shhbe quieter"

Rong Yue frowned slightly, and brought Tian Yang to the bamboo forest again. Looking at the withered and yellow bamboos all over the mountains and plains, he felt troubled.

How to do this? Just like he has no way to save the dead, what is the use of the dead plants infused with vitality? It can't be brought back to life, it's still a dead branch.

What's more terrifying is that he couldn't find the reason why the bamboos died.

Tian Yang shook his head: "There is no magic."

With a glance from Rong Yue, he knew what he was asking, and after a moment of feeling, he said to Rong Yue with certainty.

"Otherwise, let's ask the seniors?" Rong Yue: "Senior said before that this is a bad omen, he must know something."

The black wolf was quietly feeding the cubs in front of the tent.

Every time Rong Yue saw him, he was either taking the cubs or hunting food for the cubs. He was a heroic father.

It was already the day Heilang promised to leave, but he didn't panic. After listening to Rongyue's explanation, he only said one word: wait.

"A long time ago, I remember that there was a tribe that suffered a similar disaster and couldn't survive it." The black wolf lowered his head and said, "The flowering of bamboo is just the beginning, and disasters will come one after another."

"Why?" Rong Yue insisted, "Don't give any strange reasons, such as curses, omens, etc. I don't believe it."

Black Wolf: "You can't help but believe, the consequences will gradually appear in your eyes."

Rong Yue was disappointed for a moment, but in the barbaric era, everyone's perspective on problems could not help but take on these colors, and they were relieved.

"Wait a few more days." Rong Yue said, "I want to see what kind of disaster makes Black Wolf so vigilant."

There was no way to save the bamboo, and as time went on, more and more were infected and blossomed.

The withered bamboo could not withstand the ravages of the strong wind and fell to the ground. The originally beautiful forest turned into a hellish scene in a short time.

The bamboo strips could no longer be weaved, the bamboo shoots could not be dug up, and the entire big bamboo shoot tribe fell into an unprecedented panic.

Just when everyone was worried, suddenly one person rushed into the tribe, and the roar was almost broken.

"Bear, bear!" He was out of breath, but everyone was horrified just hearing him shout.

"What bear? How old is it?" The crowd surrounded the whistleblower and kept asking him all kinds of questions. The man was so frightened that his eyes were lost, and he said, "There are many, a group of bears, a large group of bears, and the most important thing is... …”

With a sad face, he said, "These bears have dark limbs, but snow-white bodies. They must be devil bears, devil bears!"

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