Chapter 55

"Uncle Bao, when did you get behind me? It's so well hidden that I didn't notice it at all."

Fengyun pretended to be casual and asked Baofa.

"I just arrived, but fortunately my eyesight spotted you in time, so I hurried over to stop you, otherwise it would be a big delay."

"It turns out that Uncle Bao just happened to find me, and he said that I came here by myself."

Fengyun secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He would ask this because he wanted to know if it was possible for Bao to find out that he had the eyes of the snake god.

When he used the eyes of the snake god, he was always facing the burning forest, and he couldn't see it from behind, and Bao came from behind, and he came very late, and his expression was normal, which finally made him feel relieved down.

"My statement is a little exaggerated, but I did warn you beforehand, who made you turn a blind eye, can you blame me?"

Bao's lie was exposed, he was a little embarrassed, but he still defended himself.

"Warning? What warning?"

This time Fengyun was really confused, he really didn't get any warning.

"You really didn't find out?"

"Find what?"

"Forget it. It seems that you won't admit it until I show evidence."

Bao looked a little angry, obviously he misunderstood, thinking that Fengyun was trying to quibble.

"Uncle Bao, don't get me wrong, I really didn't receive any warning."

Fengyun felt that it was necessary to defend himself, he didn't want to be wronged.

"Come with me. I'll show you the evidence."

Bao stopped talking, turned around and walked towards the bamboo forest.

Fengyun followed behind him, and he was also very curious, wondering what kind of evidence Bao could produce.

After walking less than twenty feet, he stopped.

"Uncle Bao, why don't you leave?"

"I have found the evidence, where should I go?"

"Found it? Where is it?"

"Boy Yun, are you pretending to be stupid, or are you trying to get mad at me? You can't see such a big draft?"

Bao Tan pointed to a bamboo about three feet in front of him, with an angry expression on his face.

"This is the draft label? I have seen it, but what does it have to do with the warning you said?"

Fengyun followed Bao's finger and found that what he was referring to was not bamboo, but a bunch of green grass tied to the bamboo pole, which was the grass mark in his mouth.

The grass bid is very big, much bigger than a human head, very conspicuous.

He had spotted traces of grass marks before, and couldn't see more than one.

He guessed that it should be left by Bao or Lei. As for what they want to express, it should be that this place is safe, and you can move forward with confidence.

Now listening to the violent tone, Fengyun realizes that his guess is very likely to be wrong, the draft labels do not represent safety, on the contrary, they are actually warning signs, danger ahead.

"Boy Yun, you really don't know the meaning of the grass bid?"

Bao seemed to feel that Fengyun was really not pretending to be crazy, and his expression softened, but there was still a hint of doubt in his tone.

"Uncle Bao, I really don't know what this draft sign means. I thought it was you or Brother Lei who wanted to tell me that this place is safe, so go forward with confidence."

"Hmph! It seems that some of the little boys in the tribe are itchy and want me to relieve the itching for them. Such an important thing is not told to the children, it really deserves to be beaten."

His eyes widened, blazing with anger.

"Uncle Bao, don't be angry, maybe they were just negligent, or they thought I was too young to tell me, so they didn't say anything for the time being."

"Well, I just have time now, so I'll ask Uncle Bao to explain it to me so that there will be no more misunderstandings."

"Misunderstanding? You are too small for these rough bids,

Failure to grasp exactly what they represent can be fatal. "

Bao sneered, but he still talked to Feng Yun about the meaning expressed in the draft bid.

"This draft sign means that the front is dangerous, and it is forbidden to move forward. If you change it a little, it will be dangerous. Run away. This means that the front is safe. This means waiting in place."

"This is also a warning, but it means that this hunting ground is mine, or something is mine, and no encroachment is allowed. This means that the prey is ferocious, and we ask for support. This..."

Bao untied the bundle of green grass from the bamboo, and while tying different knots, explained to Fengyun what they represented.

"I didn't expect that a bunch of green grass could represent so many meanings. It seems that I underestimate the wisdom of primitive people."

Listening to Bao's explanation, Feng Yun couldn't help feeling emotional, but he listened very carefully, and firmly remembered every knot that Bao made and every sentence he said.

"That's all for today. I'll talk to you later when I have time."

After hitting nearly ten kinds of grass knots, Bao stopped, as if worried that Feng Yun would not remember if he said too much.

"I will definitely ask Uncle Bao for advice."

Fengyun looked very serious.

He realized the value of these draft bids, and if he could master them and use them proficiently, it would indeed bring great convenience.

"Boy Yun, don't underestimate these grass marks. When hunting, use them well. Not only can you avoid many dangers, but you can also multiply your harvest."

Bao's expression was very serious, and he wanted him to understand the importance of the draft bid.

"Uncle Bao, I understand."

"Just understand. Oh, right. Boy Yun, do you really want to take a look at the forest?"

"I really want to go and see it, but if it's too dangerous."

"You don't have to worry about this. With me leading the way, you will never be in danger. Well, in order to prevent Boy Lei from not being able to see it, let's get some more warning signs, my side, your side, so that he won't miss it." I know how powerful it is to break in."

"OK."

The wind, cloud and storm spread out to both sides, and in the position parallel to the blank area, a big grass mark was marked every five feet.

In fact, Bao had made quite a few draft bids before, but just in case, Fengyun accepted Bao's proposal, and it wouldn't take long anyway.

The boundary line between the bamboo forest and the burning forest is not too long. In less than half an hour, Bao Hefeng completed the task, gathered together again, and walked towards the blank area separating the bamboo forest and the burning forest.

"Uncle Bao, do you know what this white dust is? It seems terrible. Once those bugs and other things are contaminated by it, they all fall to the ground."

Although Bao made a guarantee to Fengyun to ensure his safety, he was still a little worried.

In addition, he is indeed curious about the true identity of White Dust.

"The dust is actually grass ash."

"Grass ash? What grass ash, so powerful?"

"Sleeping grass. It's a pity that you came late. If you had come half a month earlier, you would have seen them. That blank area is their territory."

"What is sleeping grass? Can it really make people fall asleep?"

"Of course. Didn't you see what happened to those little bugs?"

"Then why are they all turned into ashes now? Oh, I see. It was Uncle Bao who lit the fire and burned them all."

"They were set on fire, but I didn't do it. You might as well guess who did it?"

"I can't guess it. Uncle Bao should tell me directly."

Having no clue, Fengyun resolutely gave up in order not to waste time.

"Young people are impatient. Well. I'll tell you, but you'll be surprised when I say it."

"Uncle Bao, don't hold your breath anymore, who is it? Just tell me quickly."

"It's the one that lights the sleeping weed."

As Bao said, he stretched out his hand and pointed straight ahead.

Fengyun followed Bao's fingers and looked over.

When he saw clearly what he was referring to, he couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Uncle Bao, you're not kidding, are you? It's really the burning tree that lit the sleeping grass?"

"Do I need to lie? Besides, I have decided to tell you the truth, so how can I lie to you?"

"I still can't believe it. The leaves of the burning tree do look like flames, but that's just the image. How can they be on fire?"

Fengyun was still not convinced.

"Boy Yun, don't doubt it, what I said is indeed true."

"Uncle Bao, even if what you said is true. Then how do you explain why the tree fire only ignites the sleeping grass, but these bamboos don't have any traces of being burned?"

Fengyun keenly caught a flaw in Bao's statement.

"What do I think is the problem? This is easy to explain."

"Easy to explain? Uncle Bao, can you tell me?"

"The reason is very simple. Sleeping weed is poisonous, but bamboo is not."

"Is it really so magical to burn a tree?"

Fengyun still seemed dubious.

"If you don't believe it, you'll know if you try to find poisonous weeds yourself."

Bao was already a little impatient, and didn't want to entangle this issue any more.

"Uncle Bao, I believe you."

Bao's performance made Fengyun believe his words.

At the same time, he also warned himself in his heart not to be too rare and strange in the future.

The primitive tribe he was in now was quite different from the primitive tribe he remembered, and it was not worth making too much fuss about the appearance of any strange plants.

"It's hard talking to you."

"Uncle Bao, the sleeping grass has been burned to ashes, and its toxicity is still there, how do we get over it?"

"It's simple, just look at me."

Bao pulled out his knife, cut off several bamboos in a row, removed the branches and leaves, tied them together, and formed a long bamboo pole with a length of more than twenty feet.

Finally, a short bamboo branch was tied obliquely at the front end of the bamboo pole, forming a shape similar to a hook.

Bao grabbed the end of the bamboo pole, poked it across the blank area, hooked a branch of a burning tree with the hook at the front end, pulled it hard, and tore it off.

Storm slowly backed away, trying to get the branches of the burning tree over, but failed, a gust of wind blew by, and fell into the blank area.

Fengyun saw the branches and leaves of the burning tree burning with his own eyes.

The moment it touched the sleeping grass ash on the ground, it burst into flames violently, as if it had been soaked in fuel for a long time.

The flame it produces when it burns is also different, it is green, and it is still green, which is quite strange.

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