bestfiction Chapter 918
Chapter 918
"Oh oh oh~"
Soon, a loud rooster crowed and the sky became brighter.
In the hazy morning light, a few grasshoppers flew from a distance and lay on the grass not far away.
There were also unknown birds flying over, chirping and landing in the bushes in the city. They seemed to find nothing edible, so they flew away again.
"The insects and birds have returned, and the supernatural has ended." The old ape looked at the birds flying away and said softly.
"My chicken!" Wu De identified the direction and immediately chased after it.
……
The supernatural is over, and the result is beautiful mountains and rivers, singing birds and fragrant flowers.
Even the wind blowing from the mountain stream is warm and gentle, if you ignore the faint smell of burnt food in the air.
After returning to the camp, Qin He planned to stay for a few days and burn the demon pupil first.
So the team regrouped.
The supernatural disappeared, and the people who felt the biggest change were not the group heading west, but the local "savages".
When the spirit is shrouded in silence, there are no birds or beasts, and the only things that can be fed are the fish in the water.
Because fish don't make any sound.
After the supernatural event ended, the vast valley and forest became more lively than ever before.
The valley was filled with birds, beasts, and insects that had never been seen before, and there was even the shrill chirping of cicadas.
After overcoming the fear and panic, the savages discovered the "uninvited guests" who had broken into the valley. There were so many of them, and the decline of civilization had made it impossible for them to count how many people there were.
A few days later, many cautious and curious eyes appeared in the wild woods surrounding the camp.
"How long do you think it will take for the people here to regain their language after we leave?" Inside the tent, Wei Wu looked at a pair of eyes in the forest, then looked at the Shen Yuzhu and Qian Wuliang next to him.
After arriving here, there were suddenly many more "experts" traveling with me.
But Wei Wu discovered that the only people who could drink tea with him were Shen Yuzhu and Qian Wuliang.
Monks, Taoist priests, and tortoises can't even get along. They start arguing after just a few words, and then they make plans to fight and start a fight.
"Probably, it will take several decades, if we are lucky." Shen Yuzhu said casually while sipping the fragrant tea in the cup.
Wei Wu then looked at Qian Wuliang, who said, "It's at least three generations. The customs and concepts shaped by deep-seated fear are far more stubborn than one might imagine. Coupled with the loss of the language, we have to wait until those who experienced the terror die before the new generation's courage to break free from customs will not be suppressed. Furthermore, cutting off the tongue won't work for the new generation because they don't have tongues. The only ones who truly have hope of breaking free from customs are the new generation's descendants. Therefore, three generations is just a guarantee, a small hope."
At the end of his words, Qian Wuliang made a "three" gesture, and then looked suspicious: "You don't want to bet with me, do you?"
"As long as you want to gamble." Wei Wu smiled brightly.
"How can we bet that we'll wait here for three generations?"
Qian Wuliang rolled his eyes, shook his head, and paused. He was stunned and looked at Wei Wu with an incredible look. He said, "Wait a minute, you ask this, don't you want to be their savior?"
"What a joke! Master Wu, I won't get up early without benefits." Wei Wu denied it immediately.
The Divine Control Pillar said calmly, "Changing their fate without permission will bring karma upon you."
Wei Wu sneered and said, "I'm not interested in being the savior, but this is a great favor, so I'd rather accept it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards the mountains and forests outside the camp.
Soon, he caught a "little native boy" in his hands.