The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 218 Qingzhu's First Divination Failed

Half a month ago, in the central part, the bee tribe.

Like the other two tribes, the Bee Tribe also had a protracted and fierce quarrel about whether to continue sending people into the Revenge Mang Tribe in the Southern Wilderness.

After all, the threat of cold winter is slow and unknown, but the loss of the Bee tribe has already happened. They are worried that if they continue to send people to the southern wilderness, it will weaken the strength of the Bee tribe.

Up to now, no one dares to underestimate the Mang tribe, let alone Nanhuang. Maybe they are unwilling to admit that they already have a little fear of the Mang tribe and Nanhuang.

But if this is the case, it is impossible. It is impossible for the bee tribe to remain indifferent after killing so many people.

In the end, the leader of the bee tribe and the witch unanimously decided to adopt the method with the highest success rate, which can take revenge without using a lot of manpower and material resources.

That is to send one of the most powerful fighters of the Bee tribe to the Southern Wilderness to assassinate important figures of the Mang tribe.

In the center of the bee tribe, there is a honeycomb-shaped house built with materials such as yellow mud and branches.

The witch of the Bee Tribe stood in front of a middle-aged man, and personally drew totem patterns on his face. The totem patterns of the Bee Tribe were black and red, but the totem patterns on this person's face were all black!
It looks like a ball of ink from a distance, but it has distinct lines when viewed up close, giving it a daunting feeling.

This middle-aged man doesn't look very tall, but looks thinner, and he can't tell his specific age, but he feels about 50 or [-] years old.

His name is Poison Needle, and he is the only person in the Bee tribe who has surpassed the realm of high-level totem warriors!

The horror of its strength is simply chilling.

However, the strange thing is that few people in the central region know his name and appearance, he is like an invisible person.

Wu carefully drew the totem pattern, and then said calmly: "Bring back the head of the leader of the Mang tribe."

"it is good!"

The poisonous needle only said one word, and the voice was a bit cold, which made people feel uncomfortable after hearing it.

He turned and left without even saluting the witch.

Wu was not dissatisfied with this at all. The poisonous needle's status in the bee tribe was not weaker than hers, so naturally there was no need to salute her.

Poison Needle went outside and took out a bone whistle made of a bird's leg bone. This bone whistle is rare, but the sound it blows is very high.

"Buzz!"

A giant black bee flew out of the huge hive above the bee tribe. Its speed was so fast that human eyes could only see a black shadow flashing away.

The giant black bee landed on the ground, and the poisonous needle put away the bone whistle and sat on the giant black bee.

He didn't bring much on his body, except for a foot-long black bone spur, which looked like a poisonous bee's tail needle and was very sharp.

"Buzz!"

The giant black bee took off quickly, turned into a black shadow, and disappeared within a few breaths.

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Mang tribe, in the courtyard of Green Bamboo.

Qing Zhu was sitting in front of the table and was writing a new animal skin scroll. The content on it was about the emergence of a new tribe in the mysterious forest.

This matter is very important, so Qingzhu carefully recorded it completely in the animal skin roll, and stored it properly for future generations to consult.

Qingzhu was just halfway through writing, when suddenly, the animal hair brush in her hand broke from the tip.

The tip of the pen fell on the animal skin, blurring a small piece of writing.

Qingzhu hurriedly found something to wipe, if it took a little longer, it would not be wiped off.

However, halfway through wiping, she felt extremely restless, and at the same time, her right eyelid twitched rapidly.

"It's going to happen!"

Qingzhu immediately realized that it was her prophecy ability that had warned her.

Qingzhu didn't care about the stains on the animal skin roll, she hurried into a room inside, there were dozens of turtle shells of different sizes on it, some were older, some were newer, they were fished over the years sent by the team.

Ever since Chen Bei asked her to use turtle shells instead of bone pieces for divination, she soon discovered that turtle shells were much more accurate than bone pieces for divination, and she never used bone pieces afterwards.

Qingzhu's hand flicked over dozens of turtle shells, and finally chose a palm-sized one that looked older.

I don't know what kind of turtle this turtle shell is, and the pattern is very complicated. I have been reluctant to use it for divination before, but now I choose it without hesitation.

Qingzhu took the tortoise shell, returned to the hall, took a few deep breaths, and then walked to the front of the firepit.

The firepit was not big, and the flames burning inside were not strong. Qingzhu held the shell of the turtle with one hand and placed it on the flame.

Afterwards, she closed her eyes, tried to calm down her mind, and began to recite ancient divination spells.

"Click, click, click..."

With the sound of the ancient spell, the originally weak flame suddenly sprang up, wrapped Qingzhu's hand and turtle shell, and burned blazingly.

Qingzhu's hands are covered with the totem patterns of the Mang tribe, even if they are burned by flames, they will not be burned.

As the incantations became louder and louder, the flames burned more and more intensely, and the firelight reflected on Qingzhu's young face, and the tortoise shell in her hand finally began to crack.

"Kakkaka..."

A crack extended from the head to the tail of the turtle shell, like the root system of a plant, spreading rapidly, and finally, the entire turtle shell was completely cracked!
Qingzhu stopped chanting the mantra, opened her eyes, and stared blankly at the broken tortoise shell in her hand, which had never happened before.

The flames in the fireplace slowly descended, much dimmer than before.

"How could this be?"

Qingzhu muttered to herself, this divination was a failure in general, and she didn't get the result directly.

Moreover, Qingzhu has an intuition that even if she tries to do the divination again, the result will be the same.

Qingzhu panicked, even she couldn't predict the crisis this time, which shows that the danger is extremely serious.

She couldn't sit still, she tried to directly contact the totem god through her mind, which was one of Wu's abilities.

In the altar of the Mang tribe, a ball of flames was ups and downs, and in the flames, the rhinoceros god woke up and opened his eyes.

After listening to Qingzhu's words, he slowly opened his mouth and said: "I can't even figure out the danger this time, I can only see a blur of black shadows, which means that at least one of the totem gods of the big tribe took action to hide the truth. .”

"Observe carefully, although the turtle shell is broken, after all, it has been divined, and there may be some answers hidden."

After listening to the words of the totem god, Qingzhu sat down again and carefully observed every piece of broken turtle shell.

She just started looking at it for a long time, but she still couldn't see any useful information. She was anxious and helpless, and threw the turtle shell on the table again, looking at the roof weakly, and she burst into tears.

After a while, she finally adjusted her emotions. Since the totem god told her that the broken turtle shell might hide the answer, no matter how difficult it was, she would go to find it.

Qingzhu lowered her head again, this time, she suddenly discovered that the crack in one of the tortoise shell fragments was very strange, very similar to a word.

"This word seems to be... Chen!"

Qing Zhu stood up abruptly, and said: "Chen is in danger!"

Qingzhu threw down the turtle shell, and quickly ran to the place where Chen Bei lived. Even the totem warrior at the door saluted her, but she didn't respond.

"What's wrong with Wu? Did something serious happen?"

The hearts of the totem warriors guarding the door tightened. Every time they saw Wu, they always looked calm and calm. When did they see her so flustered?

But because of their responsibilities, they couldn't leave here, let alone ask Wu directly, they could only be in a hurry.

　Thanks to the book's deacon "Huang Aide" for the reward of 500 book coins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)