The room was not small, and the identity of the white-haired old man could be seen from the side.
The stone bed was not made of stone, but stone that could be found everywhere in the underground cave. It was not very hard, so it was not difficult to carve it.
A yellow-striped fur was spread on the bed to add comfort.
The old man was wearing thick clothes, revealing only a little of his skin. His hair was very long, passing his feet and falling under the bed.
His eyebrows were so long that they reached his mouth, covering half of his eyes. Even his beard was as messy as the grass.
It could be said that the old man's beard and eyebrows were so thick that they covered most of his facial features. It was unknown how long he had lived, or if he had never cut his hair, eyebrows, or even beard since he was born.
The aroma of barbecued meat slowly drifted in from outside the room. The old man's big round nose twitched a few times, and his closed eyes opened a little, sleepy.
"What's that smell?"
The old man slowly opened his white eyes. There were no black dots in his pupils, as if he did not have vision.
He was the patriarch of the Zhu Tribe, and he had a long lifespan. He was more than 500 years old, and every once in a while, he would have to sleep for at least half a month to simulate a hibernation state. Sometimes, he would even sleep for a month.
He would only wake up late, not early.
This time, he woke up three days earlier than the minimum standard, which was extremely rare.
The old man struggled to straighten his body on the bed and let his feet touch the ground. His legs were like a pair of shriveled balloons, and they were even a little skinny.
The legs of the Zhu Tribe people had two bulging sections of thick muscles, like two sections of ham sausages that had swelled several times. This strange sign was most obvious on the strong men of the Zhu Tribe.
The old man's legs were different. There were layers of wrinkles on his skin, as if he was old. What should be gone would be gone forever, and it would be mercilessly taken away by time.
He picked up the bone cane leaning on the bed and stood up, letting his long white hair drag on the ground. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the place where the aroma came from. He could vaguely hear a commotion.
"What are those bastards up to again?"
The pleasant aroma tickled the old man's nose, and he walked out of the room.
Faint starlight poured down, contrasting with the large expanse of red stone slabs, decorating this cold and narrow grotto.
Twenty strong men from the Zhu Clan were lying on the ground in a fan-shaped formation. Each of them had a flat stone slab on their feet. They used their hot feet to burn the stone slab red.
On both sides of the fan-shaped stone slab, there were many Zhu Clan members holding long strips of meat. They stared at the many slices of meat on the stone slab and smelled the fragrance that was close at hand. Their stomachs began to rumble.
Law stirred up his Psyche Power and pulled a piece of spine in the air. Under the gaze of many people, it was separated into thin pieces of meat of the same size in minutes and seconds. Every operation could cause a commotion.
Around them, some were sitting, some were standing, some were on the wall, some were on the wall, and some were even on people's shoulders, forming a standard line of onlookers.
There was a Zhu Clan member at the outermost perimeter who was relatively short. The commanding heights nearby had all been occupied by others. He could only rub around the edge of the group, wanting to see the magical ability.
The patriarch quietly came behind the man and patted him on the shoulder.
The man impatiently slapped the patriarch's hand away and continued to poke his head out, trying to see something through the gaps of the crowd.
The patriarch looked at his hand that had been slapped back and reached out to pat it again.
The man looked back unhappily and saw that the patriarch was staring at him silently. He suddenly opened his mouth and was silent.
"It's very lively. What's going on inside?" The patriarch's smile was covered by his lush beard.
The man blinked his eyelids and suddenly made an incredulous cry.
"The patriarch is awake!"
The sound of full lung capacity spread through the crowd at the speed of light, causing a large number of horrified reactions.
"What? The patriarch is awake? "
"Three days early or five days early? It's over, is the patriarch's longevity limit coming soon? "
"Go to hell, don't curse the patriarch."
The noise was loud, all because the patriarch woke up early. It was too unscientific.
Looking at the horrified reaction of the clansmen, the patriarch narrowed his eyes and looked exceptionally calm.
"Are you done?"
The patriarch looked at the clansman who called out.
The clansman smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm done."
"Well." The patriarch nodded and said lightly, "Then can you answer my question?"
"That …" The clansman scratched his head and said awkwardly, "I'm not very sure."
The patriarch sighed, raised his bone crutch and knocked on the ground, and said, "Then why don't you get out of the way?"
The clansman hurriedly got out of the way as if he had been granted amnesty. His actions triggered a chain reaction. The crowd around automatically gave way so that the patriarch could see the busy Law at once.
Biscay and Dongba were also there. Bruna shrank on Biscay's shoulder. They noticed the obvious disturbance, but couldn't understand what the clansman was saying. Then they saw the crowd move aside, and a dying old man walked slowly with a crutch.
The clansman looked at the old man with respect. Even if they didn't see this, Biscay could see that the old man was the patriarch.
The patriarch first looked at Biscay and Dongba sitting on the ground, and a trace of astonishment flashed through his eyes. Then he looked at Law, who was using telekinesis to assist the barbecue, and his expression gradually changed.
The memory that had been sealed for a long time was opened.
Finally, he noticed Bruna on Biscay's shoulder and fell into complete silence.
Law also noticed the arrival of the patriarch, but he was not distracted and always paid attention to the fire. After all, it takes a high degree of concentration to open twenty slates in a row.
The aroma gradually rose, attracting people to indulge in it.
Law's barbecue opened a door in their world of taste.
The patriarch's round nose twitched and made a mosquito-like whispering sound.
That will be a super tasteful barbecue.
He thought so, and then walked away, his long hair dragging on the ground for several meters.
The clansman lying on the ground worked hard to keep heating up. They were the closest and coveted the most.
After about five minutes, the barbecue was done. With a wave of his hand, the barbecue slices were thrown around in the air. One by one, the clansmen caught the hot slices of meat with their bare hands and calmly stuffed them into their mouths.
Law deliberately left a bowl and handed it to the patriarch.
Not far away, Bruna moved and slowly floated towards Law and the patriarch. She knew what she should do for a while.
The patriarch looked at the hot barbecue in the bowl, and his intestines began to ring, but he did not reach out. He looked at Law and sighed: "I haven't seen outsiders for a long time."
The language he spoke, Law understood. It was an ancient common language that had not been completely improved, enough to communicate.
The word "outsider" came out of the patriarch's mouth, representing the identity of someone from the outside world.
Law was stunned and was about to say something when he heard the patriarch continue: "You are very strange."
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