On the side of a black canyon on the grassland, there was an irregular yellow village in a low-lying area.
The village was like a dark patch that grew on this pale yellow grassland.
On the side of the village was a place that looked like ruins. There were crooked and straight stone pillars everywhere.
Under the light of the setting sun, the place was peaceful.
A few African elephants were dyed red. Beside the four pillar-like legs of the elephants was a small elephant. The small elephant would occasionally run a few steps forward and would be slowed down by the elephants' trunks.
Beside a few scattered tall green trees, a few giraffes stretched their necks and chewed on the leaves. They swung their tails and were peaceful and quiet.
The trees here were all lonely and grew one by one. At most, a few of them would form a cluster.
Kenna stood at the entrance of the village and looked at a group of topless black women dancing around a bonfire. He did not know what kind of dance they were doing. They would raise their hands and clap from time to time and sing an unknown desolate song loudly.
An old woman who looked like Dahm Rose sat beside the bonfire and clapped her hands as well. She would sing along with the rhythm of the voices from time to time.
There was a young man who was drumming beside her. It was very rhythmic.
Someone was using his white thigh bones to knock against each other, making a popping sound.
When Kenna woke up this morning, he realized that Dahm Rose had disappeared. He searched for a while but could not find him. He then left the house alone.
The indigenous people outside were very friendly to him. Although they did not speak the same language, these indigenous people also knew how to smile.
Here, in this completely unfamiliar tribal village, Kenna suddenly felt a sense of peace that he had never felt before.
"This place is not bad, right?"
Dahm Rose's voice suddenly came from beside him.
"Yes." Kenna nodded. He was already used to Dahm Rose appearing and disappearing mysteriously.
"This village has simple people and also has an ancient inheritance. Unfortunately … we can't stay here for long." He said regretfully.
"Why?" Kenna asked softly. "Didn't you say that this place is very safe?" He touched the scar on his chin. This deepest scar added a different kind of masculinity to him.
"I'll tell you the truth." Dahm Rose turned his head and a trace of fear flashed across his eyes. "Actually, I'm the same as you. I'm also being hunted."
"It can't be …" Kenna's eyes widened. "Who would be able to hunt you down?"
"A very powerful existence … Very powerful," Dahm Rose replied softly. "If you're with me now, you might be in the same danger."
"Do you know, Dahm Rose? You are giving me the feeling that you are a salesman of fake medicine." Kenna didn't believe him at all. This old man was good at lying. He had lost count of how many times he had been deceived.
"It's fine if you don't believe me." Dahm Rose shrugged. Both of them stopped talking and quietly enjoyed the dance of the natives around the bonfire.
He secretly glanced in a certain direction outside the village.
As for Kenna's troubles, they were only mortal entanglements and were nothing much. Compared to that, if that guy caught up with them again …
After so many years of being hunted, running all over the place, perhaps it was time for the final conclusion.
Thinking back to the time when he was blinded by greed, to the time when his good friends were buried and died, perhaps from the beginning, no one would have expected such an ending.
He was already tired of this life of constant hiding. Choosing to return to his hometown, where he was born and where he died, was also a good choice.
Dahm Rose looked at the old woman in the middle of the crowd.
"Don't give up, we will always stand behind you. Dahm, "the old woman's eyes said.
"Yes … I have lost everything, but I still remember that I still have all of you." A chrysanthemum-like smile appeared on Dahm Rose's face again. He suddenly raised his hands up high and clenched them into fists. He closed his eyes sincerely and started singing along with the rhythm.
*****
Far away from the village, on the cliff at the edge of the canyon.
Under the setting sun, a skinny old man wearing gray and black clothes was standing there. He was holding a goat-skull walking stick and looking at the direction of the village in the distance.
There was a deep scar on the old man's forehead. It was as if a sharp blade had cut through his skin and engraved on his skull.
"Fate has led me here. Dahm Rose, you can't escape …"
The old man's body was stooped, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
However, there were two golden lions crawling beside his feet. One of the lions was shaking the mane on its head from time to time. Its strong, streamlined muscles and fur were dyed red by the setting sun.
The old man's clothes seemed to be wrapped with many strips of cloth. Compared to the neat and orderly mummies, the strips of cloth on his body were more disorderly and messy.
"Everything is guided by fate."
He slowly lifted his walking stick and tapped it on the ground lightly.
Pa.
The two lions beside his feet suddenly roared and stood up from their original crawling posture. They shook their heads and walked towards the village.
In the forest behind them, on the grassland, a dense group of female lions started to appear. There were actually more than ten of them.
After the pride of lions, there was a large group of spotted wild dogs. They formed a group and ran briskly, crying like children. Looking at their numbers, it was actually a huge black mass. There were no less than a thousand of them.
These were enough to sweep across the grassland like locusts. Looking from the sky, it looked like a black cloud was rushing towards the village.
After that, there was a group of red-faced baboons. These powerful creatures were so fierce that even leopards had to retreat. They formed a group and ran while swinging their arms. They were between the wild dogs and behind them. From time to time, they would howl and show their sharp teeth.
The old man stood on the cliff and looked down at the huge group of wild beasts that were rushing past him.
"Fate …!!" He shouted loudly. "Tear apart all those who stand in your way!!"
It was a native language. However, the syllables seemed to be a kind of song, a kind of praise.
Clang clang clang clang!!!
Hurried sounds of gongs could be heard in the village. The natives hurried into the village and set up wooden fences with sharp spikes. The wooden fences that were as thick as arms gave people a great sense of security.
The villagers were panicking as they looked at the group of wild beasts that were rushing towards them from afar.
Someone was saying something loudly in their native language.
Some of them carried their children and hid in their houses. Some of them held weapons such as spears and bows tightly. However, most of them focused their attention on the bonfire in the middle.
The most mysterious and powerful witch doctor in the village, Dalier, was sitting there.
Dalier was also holding a walking stick. It was made of black wood and there were different colored bone chains hanging on it.
"Don't worry. Our ancestors have always been by our side. " She shouted loudly. Although she looked like an old woman in her eighties or nineties, her voice was as loud and powerful as a young person's.
As if it was magical, the hundreds of natives in the village suddenly quietened down as her voice spread out. They gathered at the square at the entrance of the village. The men picked up their weapons, spears, javelins, bows and arrows, machetes, and axes. There were all kinds of weapons.
The women began to gather. Under the leadership of their leader, they formed a circle around the sturdy houses on the outskirts of the village. They piled up wooden fences, stones, and bags of soil between them. They formed a temporary fortress.
Dalier looked into the distance. She could see that the person standing on the cliff in the distance was the culprit behind all of this.
"The messenger of disaster that was like a plague, he has returned …"
Perhaps too many people had forgotten the name of Miracle Guest Feibo.
The name that had terrified everyone back then, the figure that had made all the tribes tremble, had finally returned.
That epic experience and story was a memory that Dalier would never forget for the rest of her life.
She had once thought that Miracle Guest Feibo was dead.
She did not expect that he was only lured away by Dahm Rose. It was because of that thing that he was lured away.
"The things of our ancestors cannot be tarnished. That is the source of our everything, the source of our bloodline! "Dalier looked at Dahm Rose who was in the crowd.
The two of them looked at each other and nodded firmly.
Kenna sensed that he might have been involved in something even more incredible …
He looked at his old friend and the old woman exchanging glances. There was an indescribable strangeness in his heart.
"The situation is not good …" he whispered.
"We are about to return to the embrace of our ancestors." Dahm Rose looked indifferent.
"F * ck …" Kenna's expression changed. This time, he could tell that his old friend was not joking. "Are you sure?"
"Could it be because of the Crystal Book that you mentioned before?" He seemed to have thought of something. "The Highest Text Book that you all revered as the holy object of your ancestors?"
"Yes. That book has always been with me. "Dahm Rose hid in the crowd and explained softly to Kenna. At this moment, Dalier began to raise the morale of the people loudly in a strange language that they could not understand.
All the natives' faces were filled with grief and anger. Their morale was instantly boosted.
The strange thing was that the ferocious beasts on the outskirts of the village stopped when they were ten meters away from the village and whimpered in fear. It was as if there was something terrifying in front of them.
Dahm Rose looked at the wild beasts outside and stopped. "That's right. The person who was chasing after me wanted to obtain the ancestor's book, which is the Highest Text Book that you all speak of."
Seeing this miraculous scene, the natives immediately cheered. They shouted loudly, beat their chests and raised their spears to make threatening sounds. However, most of them were kneeling on the ground and praying loudly.
"The Highest Text Book … It's something that is even more troublesome than the secret of the Stone Clock of Fortune. It caused a lot of turmoil back then." Even if he was not from that world, Kenna still knew a little about it. The Highest Text Book that had a mysterious power was the source of all the power of these tribesmen. It had a mysterious and unbelievable power.
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