"Uncle Chihu, I'm awake, let me down!" Wang Li woke up for a while, completely received the memories in his body, no longer pretended to be dizzy, adjusted his body slightly and moved a few times, and said directly to the strong man behind him.

After hearing his words, the strong man breathed a sigh of relief. Not only did he not let go, but he held him tighter: "Bless by our ancestors, you finally woke up. If something happened to you, how could we explain to the Wuxi Great Witch."

"Yes, thanks to the blessing of our ancestors, Brother Wuxi, don't show off." The strong man passing by also agreed, and the others were just paying attention to it, but they were still only caring about the road.

Although this group of people carried a large number of heavy objects, they were strong and strong, and they were simply wild beasts. The weakest power they showed was no less than that of the martial arts masters in the world where Wang Li went.

What is rare is that they have no idea what internal strength is. This is just the strength of the body itself. Raising hands and feet is like eating. When walking, wind is coming from under their feet, just like normal.

The group walked through the deep forest like flat ground. Within a few words, nearly a hundred meters more were added.

Listening to everyone's words and looking at their gazes, Wang Li recalled the memories of this young man and no longer opposed it. He just let the strong man carry him to the tribe quickly.

The original owner of this body is not low. It can be seen from his clan that ordinary barbarians do not have clans, but simply named the creatures they hunted in the coming-of-age ceremony.

The reason why Red Tiger is named is that he hunted a tiger with red fur during his coming-of-age ceremony. There are only two types of people in the tribe who can be named as the Wuxi tribe.

The Southern Wilderness World is no better than the Central Plains. The mountains are high and the forests are dense, and monsters are rampant. Some are in an endlessly harsh environment. In such an environment, the barbarians naturally worship the strong and respect the strong.

There are only two types of strong people among the barbarians. One is Wuwu, the bloodline power inherited by the ancestors, and the other is Wuwu, which is a sacrificial sacrifice that worships the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers and the secrets of the ancestor spirit.

Once the former bloodline is radiated, the body will be stronger than that of ordinary barbarians. The latter is weak, but it can communicate with the mountains and rivers of the world and the ancestral spirits, control the inheritance and inspiration of bloodlines, and control various forces in the world, and also have the wisdom that most witches and martial arts do not have.

The core of any clan tribe is these two.

Wang Li has the Wuxi clan clan, which obviously comes from between the two. The Wuwu Martial Arts is powerful, and he was easily knocked out by the monsters. Obviously, it is not like this. The only one left is Wu Ji.

The master of his body is the next generation of witch sacrifice in the clan.

Since he has not yet officially entered the age of adulthood and has not passed the coming-of-age ceremony, he only has a family of Wuxi, but he has a nickname. However, there are only a few powerful people in the clan. As the next generation of witch sacrifice, he is relatively high, and ordinary barbarians will not call it that way.

After about an hour, the barbarians of the Wuxi Tribe ran for more than fifty miles in one breath, and finally walked out of the forest and arrived at a small river. They walked up the river and walked for another half a quarter of an hour. A valley was already in front of them.

This river valley is called Wuxi River Valley, which is the place where the Wuxi tribe is located.

There are mountains on both sides of the valley, and a small river passes through the valley. The exits at both ends are not large. The costumes of the Wuxi Barbarians seem to be very primitive, but the valley is already very different from the primitive tribes.

At the entrance of both ends of the river valley, the Wuxi barbarians built simple cities here. The villages were made of local materials and were only piled up with large stones. In terms of height and thickness, they were already the size of the city walls of the big city.

In the valley, stone houses can also be seen everywhere.

"Here I'm back, Manniu and the others are back."

As everyone returned, the barbarians under the river valley city cheered from afar. They were old and young, and most of them were slightly weak in combat.

The strong man next to the village stayed behind when he went out to hunt.

The cheers lasted for a while. As Wuxi Manniu and others approached, the atmosphere at the gate of the city gradually became stagnant. Wuwu Wuxi Manniu, second only to the clan leader Wuxi, personally led the team to hunt down monsters near the tribe.

When they went there, there were only seven or eight injured people when they came back. The rest were already carried on a simple stretcher, motionless, and did not stand up even if they listened to the cheers.

There is no doubt that they are dead.

The atmosphere was slightly frozen, and then the old, weak, women and children at the gate of the city flocked to run out. After a while, before arriving in the team, they started to cry. The old man cried, the son, the woman cried, the husband, and the child cried, the father.

Wuxi Manniu sighed slightly. He had seen too many such scenes. Every time he brought the elite tribes to hunt monsters that were harmful to the tribe, he hoped to bring everyone back alive.

However, the monster is powerful, and even if he has to do his best to deal with it, how can he care about other ordinary barbarians? It is normal for him to die, but any death is a tragedy of a certain family.

After returning all the way, the barbarians who were slightly excited after getting the bones of monsters were no longer excited, and were silent. They were lucky, and they were not injured to death. They also had wizards, so they could recover easily.

The crying continued for a while, bringing up a sad atmosphere. In the valley, a drum suddenly sounded, knocking on people's hearts. With the drum sound, an inexplicable breath caught people's hearts.

I don’t know who started the beginning, but hummed a vast tune with the sound of the drums, and then more people hummed with the sound of the drums, which was what Wang Li had heard in the forest before.

Although this tune has no lyrics and even the sound is simple, it has a touching ability that can resonate with people's hearts.

"Dong...Dongdong!" The slow drum sound began to turn sharply, and the tune also changed. People in the valley joined the chorus without lyrics.

"Requiem." Searching for memories, Wang Li found this song. This song was not only the dead souls, but also the living beings, calming their grief.

As the Requiem sounded over the entire tribe, the sadness was gradually soothed.

Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, death is a matter that is destined by birth. People come from heaven and earth and eventually return to heaven and earth. All of this is determined, nothing more than sooner or later...

The barbarians' views on life and death were no longer lingering in Wang Li's heart with the tune. At this time, the drum sound continued to turn sharply and began to show a clear rhythm. The calming mood fluctuated with the rhythm.

The blood flow accelerated, the breathing rhythm accelerated, and a trembling feeling was transmitted from the heart to the body. Wuxi Manniu had red eyes and opened his mouth and roared suddenly towards the sky.

He hammered his chest with both hands, as if the silent volcano gushed out of the earth's fire. The sky shook and the earth roared. With his roar, the barbarians on the side also roared.

The roars had no rhythm, one after another, and the sound of drums, and there was a special enthusiasm and enthusiasm, as if they wanted to awaken the fighting instinct in the barbarians' bodies, and put aside all useless emotions to fight.

Fighting is not just about fighting fierce beasts, fighting enemies, fighting harsh environments, fighting heaven and earth, but also fighting yourself.

The roar without tune is like the howl of the wolf pack that is about to start hunting under the moonlit night, releasing the wildness deep in the bloodline. In the four directions of the river valley, all the wild beasts were shocked by the roar, and even the powerful beasts in the endless distance were pressed.

"This is the Zhantian Song, played by Wuxi Shanyi, the father of the owner of this body!" After receiving the body's memory, although he had not used it freely, Wang Li had already heard the tune clearly as he listened to it.

His eyes seemed to pass through the city and saw a middle-aged man named Wuxi Shanyi, who was much thinner than Wuxi Baku, who was only 1.8 meters tall, and more normal than modern people.

He did not live in the stone house, but lived alone in the cave. At this time, he calmly beat the Shanyi drum on his waist, shaking the air, and relied on the ancient tune to stimulate the emotions of the entire Wuxi tribe.

First, there is the Requiem, soothing people's hearts, followed by the Zhantian Qu. This is not only the excitement after soothing, but also the reassuring and venting, turning grief into a force to move forward.
Chapter completed!