"You want to capture the sacred beast?!"
The high priest's surprise was not pretended; he was truly shocked.
When everyone thought that Perido returned with force to seek revenge on the old patriarch and to seize tribal power, he gave a completely different, even somewhat nonsensical answer.
The square was completely silent. The groans, cries, and curses had all disappeared. Only the whooshing sound of the burning flames in the distance could be heard.
In the hearts of human beings, there are always some things that cannot be touched. For thousands of years, the Bitar tribe has lived in the rainforest with the "sacred beast". If the "sacred beast" is gone, the tribe will naturally disappear.
Peredo thought that force could shatter the traditions that these people foolishly insisted on, but he didn't know that these people insisted on not only traditions, but also beliefs.
Someone stood up, his black eyes shining with madness under the searchlight. Then, the second, the third, and more and more people stood up.
The high priest sitting on the chair in the front saw the hunting captain who had reported to the patriarch during the day and caused him to be beaten move from the crowd to the front. He did not even look at the gun pointed at him, but looked towards the west with longing eyes. That was the direction where they usually performed sacrifices to the sacred beasts.
"Beep, beep..."
He murmured a prayer in a low voice, and when he turned around, his eyes were full of determination.
"Ah, duh!"
He swung his arm forward fiercely, and the crowd that stood up shouted and rushed out with bare hands.
"Bang!"
“Bang! Bang!”
Gunshots rang out instantly, and the first few people fell down in an instant. However, the splashing blood did not lead to retreat, but to a more frantic attack. The guy who had escorted Lao Hei and the others here was drowned by the crowd as soon as he shouted forward. The protective gear on his body could not be broken, so someone bit his neck with his teeth, and blood immediately flowed all over the ground.
The most fatal mistake Peredo made was to gather everyone together just to show off. This seemed to make it easier to guard, but he forgot that even with guns, they only had twenty people. Two fists cannot beat four hands, and a hero cannot stand up to a large number of people.
"Now!"
Seeing that the square was in chaos, with gunshots, shouts, and screams mixed together, Lao Hei shouted and called everyone to run in the direction where the backpack was thrown. But for some reason, his eyes suddenly filled with tears.
Ask yourself, seeing such a tragedy, it would be a lie to say that you are not angry. But if they were really asked to fight the militants, they would not be able to do it. The only obsession in their hearts is to leave here alive and not let their families be sad.
"Da da da..."
The sudden burst of gunfire made several people slow down their pace subconsciously. When they turned their heads, they saw the surging crowd in front of them falling down in an entire group. Beside Peridot, a white man was holding a blue flame in his hand, which was roaring like a demon, devouring the fragile life.
"Woo woo..."
Not far from Lao Hei, a little girl whose hand was broken by the crowd was sitting there crying. For some reason, in this chaotic environment, all the sounds were not as clear as the little girl's crying, and every cry seemed to hit his heart.
"Ci oh!"
The iron tower-like body roared, stepped forward to protect the little girl under him, and then a blood mist rose from his shoulders.
"Old Black!"
"Brother Hei!"
The people following nearby screamed, and then those who reacted threw themselves to the ground one after another.
"Huh..."
Wang An woke up from a nightmare, with a layer of cold sweat on his face and body, and his heart was still beating violently.
Gu Lang and Han Da Xia's conversation could be heard from outside the tent, but it was indistinct. Xiao Huang's snoring breath could be heard through the tent cover, which inexplicably brought a magical power of meditation.
Wang An pulled open the door curtain, walked out, took a deep breath of the slightly cool air, and his heartbeat slowly calmed down.
"Why are you awake? It's still early."
The conversation by the fire paused. Gu Lang, with a pair of blue panda eyes, stood up and ran over, asking with a concerned look on his face.
Wang An shook his head, but didn't want to repeat the dream he had just had. He just forced a smile, then walked around him and approached the campfire in silence.
Old Han sat on the other side, stretching his neck with a questioning look on his face. On the ground behind him, Yi Jiuyang was sleeping soundly under a military blanket, occasionally raising his hand to pick his nose or scratch his butt.
It was not yet midnight, but somehow it felt like a long time had passed. The sky was gloomy and starless, without a single light. Except for the small circle of dim light from the campfire, the surroundings were pitch dark.
As Wang An walked to the fire and sat down, she felt a sinking sensation behind her. Xiao Huang had already lay down next to her, and then the familiar snoring sound rang out again.
People say that the sound of a cat's breathing can calm people down. But I guess not many people can remain calm after hearing the breathing of such a big cat. For example, Gu Lang, who was about to sit next to Wang An, glared at a certain leopard and walked around to Lao Han.
As usual, Wang Ping was not in the camp. At nightfall, he rode his puppy, dragging a bag of nuts and running off somewhere unknown. If he were here, Gu Lao San, who relied on the badger's power, might be more courageous.
"It's getting cold at night, and we're near the riverbank, don't catch a cold!"
Han Daxia glanced at Wang An, who was only wearing a thin T-shirt, and reminded her casually, while he reached for his "crutch" and fiddled with the campfire. Gu Lang had already stood up to get Wang An's coat from the tent, but just as he walked to her side, a large and noisy chirping sound came from the southwest in the distance, and in a blink of an eye it was overhead.
The three of them looked up at the same time. Under the hazy night sky, there seemed to be a large flock of birds flying in the air. Judging from the size and the sound, they looked a bit like Amazon parrots. However, such a large-scale migration at night seemed particularly strange.
"Look over there!"
Hero Han stood up with a frown, pointing to the southwest sky. There seemed to be flickering fire in the distance, but it was not clear.
"What the hell! Could it be... Ugh!"
Before Gu Laosan could finish his sentence, Wang An covered his mouth, for fear that he would hear the words "forest fire" from the crow's mouth.
Old Han just realized what was happening, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat, glaring at someone fiercely. At this moment, he felt a chill on his face, as if raindrops were falling.
"call!"
Yi Jiuyang behind him suddenly sat up, wiped his mouth, looked at everyone with a blank expression, and muttered, "Is it raining?"
Everyone looked down, and in the light of the fire, they found that there was a layer of something like oil paint hanging from the corner of his mouth, which was white and rubbed all over his face when he wiped it. Old Han subconsciously raised his hand to look at the fingers that had just touched his cheek, and found that they were also stained with white stuff, sticky and paste-like.
“Sizzle~”
A white shadow flashed by, and suddenly there was a sound in the fire like water drops falling.
"Fuck!"
Listening to the endless birdsong overhead, Old Han retched and turned to run to the river. On the other side, Gu Lang hurriedly protected Wang An and got into the tent, and then he went in as well. Only Yi Jiuyang, who had just woken up, was left by the campfire, staring blankly at the three people who seemed to be running for their lives.
"It's not raining heavily, why are you running..."