When the Xia tribes moved into their new house and slept on the warm kang, they fell asleep.

In the dark night in the wilderness, the moonlight is like a faint ghost fire, outlining the messy terrain and the strange shadows of the trees.

The silence of the late night was suddenly broken by the manic roar of the beast, and was accompanied by the animals' screams.

The servant took the trading caravan to rest in the forest. They roasted the fire to keep warm, mainly eating some food and drinking some water to replenish their bodies.

Then they had to continue their journey and strive to return to the Root Tribe before tomorrow's sacrificial ceremony.

It was just that on such a night, they were in the wilderness, so they did not dare to be careless because they would get into trouble if they were not careful. The sounds of those beasts kept coming, causing goosebumps in the trading caravan.

When they were about to set out again, someone sounded the alarm. Before the caravan could react, someone shouted loudly, and they were hit by stones flying out of the darkness. The entire team immediately became panic and fled in scattered.

The servant looked around the darkness nervously and roared: "Don't panic, pick up the weapon!"

However, in the open, the trade caravan kept flying out of the darkness, making it impossible for everyone to accurately judge the position and number of enemies.

Some people who fled in panic ran out of the edge of the forest and were knocked to the ground, screaming in fear.

No one dared to escape anymore, they picked up their weapons and surrounded them back to back.

Another round of stones ruthlessly hit them, and the scene was once very chaotic with the screams of the injured.

The servant was also hit by a stone, and a big bag bulged on his forehead.

Just as everyone was desperate, a group of vaguely-faced men emerged silently from the darkness, and the group of people in the dark surrounded the trading caravan.

A burly man with a big body, his face looked even more ferocious under the moonlight. He stared at the panicked people hard, and a cunning and proud laughter came from his mouth.

"You are going to die?" His cold voice echoed in the night sky, full of threats and malice.

No one in the trading caravan dared to speak, and even the injured person dared not moan.

"If you want to live, be obedient and kneel down, I want to tie you up."

The servant asked: "Which tribe are you?"

"Do you think I will say it?" The big man shouted: "Kneel down! Lower your head!"

The trading caravans slowly knelt down and honestly curled their heads.

Then the group tied their hands and feet together, making them unable to untie for a moment.

Then, the mules from the trading caravan were driven away, and there were all traded salt and pottery.

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Root tribe.

There is a regulation for the totem sacrifice of the Root Tribe, that is, one night before the sacrifice, everyone is not allowed to sleep, and everyone has to wait for dawn. This is called "shocking", which means waiting for the arrival and gift of the gods. Therefore, the Root Tribe's

No one can sleep, otherwise he will not be blessed by the gods.

In the cave where Lao Gen lives, Daqi sat quietly beside Lao Gen. He thought about the servant's trading caravan in his heart, and he silently calculated in his heart when it was dawn.

Lao Gen sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, but his skinny hands trembled from time to time to indicate that he was still awake. At this time, Lao Gen was wearing a thick tiger-skinned cloak, completely shaking his body.

Covered in it.

The witch next to him pulled the firewood to make the firewood burn more fully.

The leaders of other affiliated tribes surrounded the other fires, bulging their eyes and enduring their deep sleepiness. However, their eyelids were like plumbing, which was so heavy that they could not be lifted. Their figures were projected in the fire.

A long shadow.

Lao Gen finally decided on the next leader of the Gen tribe. He leaned towards Dagu because he knew that Dagu had been to the Dagu tribe, which was what Laogu was most reluctant to see. What did Dagu tribe talk about? Laogu and Laogu tribe?

Not aware of it.

Suddenly, a faint but deep voice came from the air, as if it was a low moan from afar, or a mysterious call. Everyone turned their eyes to the entrance of the cave, and their ears were raised, trying to confirm who the footsteps were.

As the footsteps sounded closer, black shadows appeared outside the entrance of the cave.

Then, the black shadows stopped, and only one of them walked into the cave.

Everyone who was struggling half-dream and half-awake suddenly felt no sleepiness.

It was not until the man walked into the cave that he realized it was a big root.

Everyone suddenly realized that Dagen had not been "shocking", which aroused dissatisfaction among many people.

The leader of one of the affiliated tribes scolded:

"Dagen, where did you go if you don't 'shush'?"

"'Safe' is not just here, but anywhere."

"Well, you're not here to watch, who knows what you're doing elsewhere?"

"Yes, I didn't have a wake before, are you satisfied?"

The leader of the affiliated tribe was speechless for a moment and his face looked very ugly.

Dagen's expression was as normal. He calmly glanced at everyone present, and then slowly spoke:

"I didn't leave, I just kept guarding under the 'Divine Root' outside the cave."

The wind was cold outside. Everyone did not expect that Dagen was guarding outside.

Dagen's figure seemed lonely and firm in the fire. He came to Laogen and said in a deep voice:

"Dad, I brought important news."

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, looking forward to his next words.

"The people I sent to Xia Tribe have completed the transaction. They came back first with some salt and pottery, and the rest will be sent back tomorrow at sunrise."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was silence in the cave, everyone's eyes widened, and a look of astonishment appeared on their faces.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. My people have not come back yet, how can yours come back first?"

Daqi's heartbeat accelerated after hearing this, and it was like a thunderbolt. He never expected this to be the result.

He looked at Wu and Laogen, and Wu shook his head at him, not knowing his meaning.

But Lao Gen didn't say anything, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

Dagen clapped his palms and the sound came out.

The dark shadows standing outside walked in, needless to say that they were all Dagen people.

They held cans of salt in their hands, placed it on the cave ground and walked out of the cave.

Everyone in the cave looked at at least twenty cans of salt on the ground, and it was so dazzling there.

There were also people in the cave who supported Dagen as the leader. They ran to the salt tanks, opened the seal, and made a wow sound.

"It's really salt, the old leader is all salt."

"So, the next leader of the Root tribe is Dagen."

Daqi hurriedly went up to check, but his face became increasingly ugly. He looked up at Dagen, full of anger.

But Dagen seemed to have not seen his eyes, and he had a smile on his face. At this moment, Dagen was the real winner.

Someone took the salt jar in front of Lao Gen, and Lao Gen's half-closed eyes opened. His trembling hands were dipped in some white salt and put them in his mouth, his mouth full of salty smell. His eyes suddenly opened

, emits a deep light.

The air in the cave seemed to solidify, and everyone was attracted by Lao Gen's movements and focused their eyes on him.

Daqi's heartbeat accelerated instantly. He looked at Lao Gen and suddenly felt a sense of fear.

"What Dagen brings is indeed the white salt of the Xia tribe." Laogen swallowed the salt in his mouth, looked at the 'divine root' in the square outside the cave, and said, "This is the instruction of the gods of the Gen Tribe!"

However, just as Lao Gen finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from outside the cave:

"Slow down!"

Walking into someone from outside Shandong, I looked at the person who came. He was the clever little clever man who hadn't seen him for a few days.

The little clever came to Lao Gen, and after saying:

"Old leader, do you know where this salt comes from?"

Lao Gen said: "It was exchanged by Xia Tribe."

"This was not exchanged from the Xia tribe, but from the Rice Tribe."

The clever voice echoed in the cave, and everyone could hear it clearly.

As soon as his words finished, there was silence in the cave.
Chapter completed!