Uncle Fu is a very straightforward man. He is tall and standing with the Nighthawk, he is even taller than the 1.85-meter-old Nighthawk.

Bo Fu's muscles are strong, especially those legs, which are even more agile and powerful, with a powerful explosive power faintly coming out.

They left the village and turned toward the vast mountains. The afterglow of the morning glow was completely covered by the rising sun. The vast mountains were like ancient giants dressed in green, quietly crouching on the ground, looking at the group of creatures on earth winding under their feet.

With a few turns, Uncle Fu led Nighthawk and his party around the main road, turned onto a thorny path, stretching towards the mountains in vain. Walking back, I could see that there was no trace of the road. The green eyes were full of traces of wild beasts, and there were no traces of the road.

But Uncle Fu's legs seemed to be naturally integrated with the mountains. At this moment, he was walking on the mountainside full of thorns with his nighthawks as if he was flying. He clearly looked at the mountains with no path, but it was miraculously revealed at his feet. Their feet were so fast that they threw everyone far away in a blink of an eye, and finally they could only see their backs.

Looking at the thorns covered with the roads under his feet, Nighthawk sighed that if Uncle Fu hadn't led the way, he would have probably spent a day or two that he wouldn't have found such a rare place, let alone finding the path so easily.

Uncle Fu looked surprised at Nighthawk and explained with a smile: "We are born to be a mountain man. We can walk down with our eyes closed, which is naturally much smoother. There is no need to wonder or something. If you walk a few more times, you will remember it."

This nighthawk is not doubtful. Practice makes perfect, and it will be fine if you change any business. It is like a woodcutter who walks more mountain paths and has to go a lot faster than ordinary people, let alone these locals who have been with the mountains since childhood. From their knots and strong muscles in the calves and the speed of flying leopards in the village, you can tell how awesome they are.

"Uncle Fu, why don't you live in a good village and have to live in this mountain?" In fact, Nighthawk had already vaguely guessed a little. What you saw and heard along the way and the conflicts and misunderstandings between the two sides were closely linked to the Poison King. The most mysterious figure in the R country.

Uncle Fu suddenly showed a compassionate look, his face full of despair and loneliness, and said sadly: "Who wants to live in this wilderness? We have homes that cannot be returned, and we cannot be buried. We have only one figure, and we have become lonely ghosts in this sacred mountain."

"What's going on? Is it related to the Poison King? From your words, it seems that there is an irreconcilable hatred with the Poison King. What's going on?" Nighthawk asked with a question.

When talking about the Poison King, Uncle Fu gritted his teeth. That look was not much better than an angry wild beast. If the Poison King was here, he would definitely be swallowed alive by Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu said hatefully: "Hong Batai, this puppy, killed all the young and old in our village. In the end, we chased the rest of the ghosts and ghosts all over the mountains. Everything we have today is thanks to this puppy. The purpose of us who are still alive is to kill this beast with a human face and avenge the bloody revenge for more than 0 heroic spirits in the whole village."

Bo Fu was furious and held the hilt of the knife in his right hand. He used too much force, and the tiger's mouth had slightly oozed out of blood, and slowly flowed down the back of his hand. The teeth were clenched, and the monstrous hatred could only be used by the poison king's head and blood to destroy the bone-broken hatred in Bo Fu's heart.

"Why did the Poison King kill all the people in your village? Does he have any deep hatred with you? Those who can do this are really worse than beasts." After hearing Uncle Fu's words, Nighthawk finally knew the origin of the mass grave in Conglili.

It was all evidence that Uncle Fu's tribe members were killed alive. Thinking of those babies who died on their mother's neck before they were born, an inexplicable grief and anger hit my heart. I wish I could no longer care about the nuclear bombs, follow Uncle Fu to kill the demon, the Poison King, with his own hands.

Uncle Fu's face was dull, and his face showed two contradictory expressions of helplessness and respect. The Nighthawk, who was standing aside, looked very strange, and he didn't know what Uncle Fu was thinking.

After a while of God, Uncle Fu sighed heavily and said, "Actually, all this is fate."

The mindless words made Nighthawk even more difficult to understand, but before he could think about anything, Uncle Fu's story continued.

"Brother Nighthawk, you may not know that our village has lived here for thousands of years." Uncle Fu said with a gloomy face.

"What? Thousands of years? How long does it take to have a history?" Night Eagle was stunned and couldn't help but straighten his ears, Jingting said the worried Uncle Fu.

"Yes, even we ourselves have forgotten when we came here for a long time. We are members of the Sun Shooting tribe, passed down from generation to generation, and we are descendants of Houyi. After Houyi shot the Sun, he lived in seclusion here. From then on, we have reproduced here for generations and have been to this day. The sacred mountain under our feet is also the holy mountain that our ancestors have told us to protect.

There is a secret hidden here, which is related to why our ancestor Hou Yi could shoot down the sun. Therefore, we also attracted the pursuit of the puppy Hong Batai, which has led to the consequences of the extermination of the clan today."

Uncle Fu sighed heavily, showing that he was full of unwillingness to humiliation. But he was also full of helplessness towards his ancestors leaving a will. Seeing him looking at the top of the sacred mountain in pain, Nighthawk couldn't help but feel sad for him.

However, this story really makes Nighthawk unable to believe it. Houyi? Shooting the Sun? Are these only found in mythological stories? Nighthawk, who believes in modern science, cannot associate this myth with the hardcover man in front of him.

I was almost looking at Uncle Fu like an idiot. I kept thinking in my heart that you are so good at gilding on your face. Houyi has made it for you.

But in fact, I learned the precise archery techniques of these Sun Shooting tribes as soon as I came into contact with them. But this doesn’t mean anything. Just like Uncle Fu himself said, they are all hunters who have lived here for a long time. It’s also appropriate to shoot archery on the right point. They wouldn’t just call themselves Houyi’s descendants just because they were right to shoot archery? This is too nonsense.

But Nighthawk didn't want to say it straightforwardly. After all, is this the pride of other people's culture? That clan has not yet made a legend. After a pause, Nighthawk asked: "What kind of treasure is that? Uncle Fu, do you know? It can attract the poison king to snatch it at all costs?"

"Iron and Gold." Uncle Fu said word by word. Releasing Buddha was a curse from a distant place, deeply engraved on his bones. Every word he said hit his heart and made him extremely painful.

"Iron? Gold?" Nighthawk murmured. He knew that such valuable items were the wealth that everyone dreamed of, and he also took a lot of them from the Poison King's warehouse in front.

But is this iron that important? To put it bluntly, this is a huge iron ore. Does the poison king need so many hands to use?

Seeing that Nighthawk didn't understand, Uncle Fu solemnly explained: "Brother Nighthawk, don't underestimate the iron I mentioned. That's not ordinary iron, those irons can make Houyi's feather arrows that shoot the sun. I guess you've seen our weapons too. They are all made of iron from this mountain.

It is said that there is iron crystal in the belly of the mountain, which can create peerless sharp blades. The sharp blade made of this iron will be surrendered when the sword wind comes out. Alas! This is our life. It is with these irons that Hong Batai will take the lives of our entire village."

The Nighthawk's shock is different. He has seen the swords and arrows used by the Sun Shooting tribe. He waved his hand in his hand in the woods. A tree that was thick with one person was cut in half. Uncle Fu's two daughters almost killed Yasha's life by the wind brought by the knife. This sharp and almost evil weapon is already extremely powerful.

If it is like Uncle Fu said, there are any iron crystals. What kind of weapons should I create? Besides, this poison king doesn’t look like a martial arts master. What’s the use of making weapons? Could it be that he is addicted to killing a pig and a butcher?

Nighthawk shook his head, things would never be that simple.

The ominous premonition in Nighthawk's heart became stronger and stronger. He seemed to be uncovering a shocking secret unintentionally. This secret is even more unpredictable than the nuclear bomb they are about to look for. Or, it is extremely terrifying.

What exactly is it? Nighthawk was puzzled. It seemed that he could only uncover the layers of veils step by step and see what the Poison King was doing in private.

But no matter what he was going to do, Nighthawk had made up his mind and resolutely gave him a headache.

"Uncle Fu, I heard that there are many guards here. How many people are there?" Nighthawk asked his most concerned question. No matter what conspiracy you have, as long as you can get in, everything is easy to do.

Uncle Fu's expression darkened, and his face was full of pain: "There are too many people, at the beginning, there were only about 500 people. Maybe now the construction period has increased. It has increased more than doubled. Alas! It seems that there is no hope for me to take revenge.

No matter how much Uncle Fu was around him sighing about the unfair world, he had no hope of revenge. Nighthawk was as calm as water. Uncle Fu's intelligence was similar to what he expected when he came. The other party was equipped with a strengthening group.

Even though there are many people, it is not a situation where one cannot fight at all. If you grasp it well or you can get the help of Uncle Fu, it is still no problem to launch a beautiful sneak attack.

Thinking of this, Nighthawk was much more cheerful. But now there is no need to explain as Bo Fu said, the time has not yet come. The general situation of Nighthawk has already understood, and a preliminary plan is slowly unfolding in his heart.

He talked about something else with Uncle Fu again, and waited until everyone caught up with their footsteps. Uncle Fu swept away the depressedness before and led everyone to the camp with a smile.

"Your name is Nighthawk? My name is Fireying. Do our names look very similar? It seems that God sent you to me. I think you should not leave, stay and be my husband." The woman in Cinnabar mole suddenly jumped from behind and rushed to the nighthawk, expressing her love for Nighthawk without shyness.

From the moment Nighthawk captured their sisters, she had already made a secret promise to Nighthawk.

The people in the mountains are straightforward and generous, and have a natural admiration for force. When they meet a master like Nighthawk, they are simply admiring them and can't help but say what they said just now.

The unprepared Nighthawk was blushed. The Fire Warbler sisters laughed and stuck out their tongues at the Nighthawk. The autumn waves flowed, and their deep admiration was not concealed. They jumped and ran forward.

"I said captain, you have to take care of your belt. I can watch you for my sister-in-law." Yasha suddenly became like a military spike, staring straight at the pretty backs of the two women, but her mouth reminded Yehao not to make mistakes.

"Get out." Yehawk, who was already blushing, kicked Yasha with anger. Yasha was so scared that she jumped out for a long time and didn't dare to get close.

After half a day, the people of the Shori tribe suddenly cheered. Nighthawk saw that several simple wooden sheds built from wood were half hidden and half hidden between the densely-wooded mountainsides.

It is called a copycat, but in fact it is just a few simple houses that can accommodate the wind and rain. Compared to the village at the foot of the mountain, it is a very different place. It seems that it was built in a hurry just to give the tribe members a place to live. It makes the team members feel pity.
Chapter completed!