Chapter 516 Is He Actually Such a Witch? !

The north wind howled from a distant place, carrying a bitter chill.

Everything trembled, and the bare branches whimpered helplessly, but they still escaped the claws of the cold wind of the tribe.

The weather suddenly turned cold, but none of the houses were fully built. Long Legs and the others could only brave the cold and endure the pain of being cut by a knife, and continue to fight, trying to build the house they lived in as soon as possible.

That way, all of them would be spared the cold.

The cold wind blows on the face and hands, and the skin of the frozen person hurts. If this trend continues, it won't take long for the exposed skin to be cut by the cold wind.

It was under such circumstances that Long Legs and the others, who had long forgotten the Teng Snake Tribe, remembered that tribe again.

I thought of the witch who had already been turned into ashes, retting in the cesspit for a month or two, and then sent to the ground again.

At this time in previous years, witches had already started to pray to the gods for that white thing.

Now that the witch is dead, and that magical white thing is gone, I'm afraid this winter will be a bit difficult.

The long-legged people thought this way, but there was nothing they could do. All they could do was to speed up their work as soon as possible and finish the house earlier, so that they would be less exposed to the cold, and their hands and faces would be less exposed. Some openings were cut by the wind.

"come over!"

Just as they bowed their heads like reality and prepared to resist the cold wind with patience, several people walked out of the courtyard.

The leader, carrying a clay pot in his hand, came over and greeted them with long legs.

After a month or two, these slaves have been able to understand and speak some simple Mandarin after being instilled by the Qingque tribe's force-feeding professors.

Long Legs touched his head curiously, not knowing what to do.

It seems that it's not time to eat yet, and I just brought a clay pot, which is not enough for people to eat.

Curious and puzzled in their hearts, Long Legs and the rest of the people stopped what they were doing and surrounded them as they said.

"Hiss~!"

After seeing clearly what was inside the jar,

Everyone, including the long-legged ones, couldn't help taking a breath, and the whole person became extremely shocked.

This kind of tribe actually has this kind of white thing?

And put forward so many at once?

This kind of shock, to them with long legs, was no less than the news of Wu's death.

In their consciousness, this kind of thing is extremely precious and mysterious, because it is a gift from the gods!

After Wu prayed to the gods every year, he would become extremely tired and take a day or two to recover.

This kind of thing is extremely precious in their tribe. When they go out, only the leader can carry it and keep it. It is still a rare and extremely precious kind.

But now, this kind of thing that they thought was unique to the Tengshe tribe and would never be seen again unexpectedly appeared in front of them.

And there are so many at once!

And the person carrying it was not the leader of the tribe, but a very ordinary person.

Such a precious thing, the gods don't give too much, right?

Shouldn't such precious things be treated with great care and special care?

How……?

Seeing the person who put down the jar, casually reached out to dig up a ball of precious things, rubbed them with his hands and then smeared them on his face as a demonstration, the long-legged and others were dumbfounded.

Too extravagant, too wasteful!

Such a precious thing, even the leader of the original tribe, was reluctant to dig so much at once.

And this ordinary person in the tribe in front of him actually dug up so much at once without blinking his eyes.

After the bottle finished the demonstration, seeing these people staring at him blankly, thinking that they didn't understand, he thought for a while, then reached out and dug some out, and continued to repeat the previous actions to demonstrate to them.

The eyes of the long-legged person widened, it was too extravagant!

"Come here, wipe."

After the bottle finished the demonstration, seeing these people became even more stupefied. After thinking about it, he still didn't continue to demonstrate.

Instead, he stretched out his hand and pulled a person next to him, and with his greasy hands, he took out some big oil, put it on the back of the person's hand, and motioned him to apply it like himself.

Long Legs suddenly realized at this time that his original tribe had shamans who could pray to the gods, but the current tribe also has shamans.

Not only that, but there is also a son of God who is one level higher than the witch.

In this case, it is not surprising that there are so many precious white things in this tribe.

However, from the attitude towards these precious things, Long Legs can perceive the huge gap between the witches of his original tribe and the god sons of this tribe.

"Wipe it well, and go to work quickly after wiping it off. This thing is made from meat and used to make soup. It's the most delicious..."

Bottle watched these slaves come forward to wipe their hands with big oil, and muttered aloud, regardless of whether they could understand or not, anyway, he spoke quite freely.

After letting these people smear the big oil, they left the bottle, leaving behind a lot of people who were shocked. Among them, the most shocking one was the root of the crooked nose.

In terms of language, Grassroots seems to be very talented, similar to how he quickly mastered the language of the Tengshe Tribe. During the period of time he came to the Qingque Tribe, Grassroots Mandarin is also much higher than the rest of the slaves Come.

The bottle was talking to himself, the others didn't understand, but the grassroots did.

This kind of precious thing is not obtained by praying to the gods, but made from the flesh?

He thought of some of the discoveries he got from the clay pot at the beginning, and combined with what the bottle said just now, he felt that he was in a daze.

So what happened to the original witch praying to the gods?

Could it be that the original witch has been lying to people?

"￥% hurry up..."

Someone saw the grass roots standing there in a daze, not working, and shouted in dissatisfaction, urging him to work faster.

The dizzy grass root told everyone what he had just heard from the bottle.

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence around.

This...how is this possible!

How did the things bestowed by the gods come out of the flesh?

But remembering that every time the witches prayed to the gods, they would prepare a lot of meat to sacrifice to the gods, and after the sacrifices, there would always be a smell of burnt meat in the cave, and they had to believe this statement...

The people of the original Teng Snake tribe suddenly felt as if something was broken, and the tall and mysterious image of the witch in the original tribe collapsed in an instant.

It turned out that he was such a witch!

This is the voice of all the people of the Tengshe tribe after the shock.

A small whirlwind suddenly rose in the white field covered with dung in the distance, and then dissipated feebly.

I don't know if it was the witch of the Soaring Snake Tribe who had turned into ashes, and when he realized that his old secret had been uncovered, he was furious and made the final roar...