Yuanshin: Before I was buried by Walnut, I opened the coffin and got up

It's impossible for this Qiuqiu person to know him, right?

Out of curiosity, he still followed. After all, the Qiuqiu people really did not pose any threat to him.

This Qiuqiu man led Jiang Bai into a cave with seven turns and eight turns. This cave is quite big and there are many Qiuqiu people living there.

There is a simple wooden house in the middle. In front of the house, there is a specially vacated flat area, which is painted with oil paint, and there are pillars made of special shapes inserted beside it, like a small altar.

Torches were lit around the cave, and large graffiti were painted with oil paint on the walls, making it difficult to understand what was painted.

Jiang Bai counted. There are two Qiuqiu shamans, three Daqiuqiu people, and the slimes in different pools. There are a total of 21 monsters, which can be regarded as a medium-sized monster. landed.

Seeing him as a human coming, the Qiuqiu people, who were still doing their own business, became vigilant.

But because he was following the little Qiuqiu people in front of him, these Qiuqiu people did not attack him immediately, but held weapons and looked at him vigilantly.

"Olah~"

"Dala Ya?"

"Lka Zido!"

"Unu Movo..."

After these Qiuqiu people had a conversation that Jiang Bai couldn't understand, Jiang Bai found that their attitude towards him was a little bit better. Although it was only a little bit, it was indeed not as vigilant as it was at the beginning.

The Qiuqiu man who brought Jiang Bai over ran into the wooden house, took out two dry sunset fruits, and handed one to Jiang Bai.

"Gurg guru~"

Chapter 109 A gift from the Qiuqiu people

Fearing that Jiang Bai wouldn't know how to eat it, he touched his stomach, put the dry sunset fruit into his mouth, chewed it loudly and swallowed it into his stomach.

Jiang Bai looked at the sunset fruit in his hand, feeling very complicated.

Obviously, in a place with harsh conditions like the snow mountain, even the Qiuqiu tribe lived very hard. They were reluctant to eat the sunset fruit themselves, and it became dry after being left for too long.

But it is such a precious fruit, but he is willing to take it out to entertain him, a human being.

And he still thought about destroying this group of Qiuqiu people if something happened!

His conscience was throbbing!

He pulled out a smile, wiped it with his sleeve and took a bite. The dry taste was not good, but he still finished eating seriously.

"Tomo~"

Seeing it finish eating the fruit, the Qiuqiu man was obviously very happy, dancing and dancing.

The so-called reciprocity, the other party invited him to eat fruit, Jiang Bai couldn't say nothing, he took out the sweet flowers, apples, and raspberries he picked before going up the snow mountain, and filled a tray full of them with rock elements condensed Hand it the plate.

The Qiuqiu was obviously very pleasantly surprised, happily holding a plate to the old shaman in the group.

Seeing the food he brought out, the people around Qiuqiu who were staring at him suddenly became kinder.

In the eyes of a group of Qiuqiu people, Jiang Bai followed the little Qiuqiu people to the two old shamans.

"Olah~"

The two old shamans carefully looked at Jiang Bai's appearance, then screamed and started to dance strangely.

Jiang Bai listened to it a few times and guessed that this word should be a more friendly word.

Although he didn't know why the two old Qiuqiu shamans started dancing, he imitated the tune and echoed back.

"Olah~"

"Mosi Mita~La-la-la~"

In Jiang Bai's blank eyes, he became a guest of this Qiuqiu group, and these dozens of Qiuqiu people started dancing around him.

Their dance is very neat, showing a simple rhythm, and occasionally making strange tones, like some sacrificial poetry.

Jiang Bai discovered that the Qiuqiu people also had their own language, but their language was incomprehensible to humans.

These Qiuqiu people are not low-level monsters, they have their own consciousness and the most basic intelligence, but because they have no history, they appear ignorant and mentally retarded.

If they are given a certain amount of time to grow up, they might evolve into an intelligent civilization similar to human beings.

But what Jiang Bai couldn't figure out was why these Qiuqiu people had goodwill towards him.

He didn't think he was a special person. After all, the previous Qiuqiu tribe would attack him without hesitation. There shouldn't be any traits in him that would make the Qiuqiu people friendly.

If I am not special, it can only be that this ethnic group is special.

He was going to stay in this group for a while to see what was so special about them.

After they finished dancing around him, he found an open space to set up the pot and started cooking soup.

In this world of ice and snow, you just have to drink a bowl of hot soup to warm your stomach.

The little Qiuqiu man who brought Jiang Bai over squatted beside him curiously, watching Jiang Bai make a fire pot.

"Is there any water?"

Looking at the little Qiuqiu man next to him, Jiang Bai gestured with his hands and feet.

"Drink, gululu water..."

He has boiled water in his water bag, but he has to save some when he is away from home.

Jiang Bai gestured for a long time, and this little Qiuqiu understood what he was referring to.

It brought Jiang Bai to a corner of the cave.

This corner is covered with a thick layer of ice, the rocks are frozen, and the temperature is lower than other places in the cave.

There is a small ice pool under the ice wall. Because it is flowing water, the water surface is not frozen. There is an ice slime gliding on the water surface, and everything it passes is covered with ice.

Seeing Jiang Bai coming, this ice slime wanted to attack immediately, but was hugged by Xiaoqiuqiu and threw it out.

The ice slime hit the ground with a crackling sound, the expression on his face became aggrieved, and he jumped away.

The people from Xiaoqiuqiu pointed at the ice and danced.

"Thank you."

After saying thank you that they didn't understand, Jiang Bai filled half a pot of water from the sink, and then started to wash the ingredients with the water.

He took out a big radish and peeled off the skin. Under his operation, pieces of radish fell down and fell into the pot. He also took out a piece of dried meat, cut it into small pieces and put it in the pot again. Add some ginger, salt and other seasonings.

Just when he was about to go back with the pot, the man from Xiaoqiuqiu pointed at him and then at the ice wall, and began to dance facing the ice wall.

Jiang Bai's brain crashed for a while, and he looked at the ice wall that he hadn't paid much attention to.

The ice wall is quite clear, with few air bubbles, and even allows people to clearly see the texture of the stone wall behind the ice.

It's just that there is an inconspicuous pit on the ice wall. It seems that a large piece of ice was once connected to the ice wall. This large ice piece cracked one day and fell into the pool.

Jiang Bai looked at the water below. The water is flowing, and it should be connected to the underground river.

But, what does this have to do with him?

There is a chill in his body, and he himself feels that the snow mountain has a connection with him.

Could it be that he was once frozen in this ice wall, so the Qiuqiu people here knew him, and then one day the ice that sealed him cracked and fell into the underground river, and he also floated along the river all the way to Li Within the month?

It makes sense logically, there's just no proof.

Jiang Bai also refused to accept the fact that he was sealed in the ice wall and sacrificed by the Qiuqiu people here.

This is just his bold speculation. It is hard to say how likely it is, and he has no way to communicate with these Qiuqiu people, so naturally he has no way to ask.

He returned to the place where he lit the fire with the pot and started to cook the soup.

The flame smoked the bottom of the pot, and gradually there was an aroma coming out of the pot. Jiang Bai stirred it with a spoon. When the soup started to bubble, he tasted the taste and added some salt.

Smelling the scent, the Qiuqiu man sitting next to him made a rumbling sound of hunger.

"Gurg guru~" Xiaoqiuqiu rubbed his stomach, looked at the pot, and salivated.

"I have to cook it again, don't worry, the radish must be soft and rotten to be delicious." Jiang Bai said, regardless of whether it could understand or not, he covered the pot.

This little Qiuqiuman was also obviously very good, sitting on the side and rubbing his stomach, waiting for the food in the pot.

Jiang Bai touched the hair on the top of its head curiously. The hair is not soft, but a bit thorny.The bag that had been hit by the stone he threw had faded away, and no trace could be seen.

Judging from its size, this Qiuqiu should be still in its infancy, and it is easy to distinguish it even if it is mixed with the Qiuqiu crowd.

"You can't keep calling Qiuqiu people, you were hit by my stone, so I will call you Xiaoshi!" Jiang Bai unilaterally named it without its consent at all.

Xiaoshi tilted his head slightly, his eyes were blocked by the mask, and he didn't know if he understood.

Chapter 110 They Are Special

"Come and drink soup~"

Jiang Bai took out a bowl of soup and handed it to him, Xiao Shi didn't care whether it was hot or not, he just picked it up and drank it.

"It's hot, drink it slowly." Jiang Bai looked at it with a smile.

Ignoring the identity of this little Qiuqiu monster, it's quite cute.

Xiaoshi was a little bit scalded, his mouth was obviously scalded, but it felt like his feet were scalded, as if he had stepped on a teppanyaki iron plate, he opened his mouth and fanned the air while jumping.

But after he tasted the taste, he quickly ignored it and drank it in big gulps, which was very comfortable from the looks of it.

"Huhu~Valo~"

Jiang Bai guessed that he might be saying thank you or something delicious, and he was in a good mood.

He got himself a bowl, sat down on the hay, and sipped the soup slowly.

The smell of fresh soup permeated the cave, and all the people from Qiuqiu gathered here before they knew it.

A Daqiuqiu man with a big head looked eagerly at the soup in Jiang Bai's bowl, but under the majesty of the old shaman, they didn't make any movements, they just watched Jiang Bai drink the soup and swallowed saliva.

Jiang Bai found that this camp of Qiuqiu people was still very disciplined. If it was a normal Qiuqiu people, they would have come over to grab it, so why would they do nothing?

But these people in Daqiuqiu are different. No matter how much they desire, they just choose to watch obediently.

In this Qiuqiu camp, the two old Qiuqiu shamans have the highest status, followed by those big Qiuqiu people, the young Qiuqiu people are well taken care of, and those who have the lowest status are those who know nothing Ordinary Qiuqiu people, as for slimes, they are purely Chuqiu people's toys and have no status.

This form of not distinguishing status by force already has the embryonic form of civilization.

Jiang Bai thinks they should be special, because he has not found such traits in other Qiuqiu camps, and of course it may be that he has not carefully observed the Qiuqiu people before.

He decided to wait until he left the cave to see if it was the same for other Qiuqiu tribes in Snow Mountain.

Seeing that these people Qiuqiu's saliva was about to flow out, he condensed stone bowls one by one, and each Qiuqiu gave out a bowl of soup.

Not much, just make sure there is half a bowl in each bowl.

"Valo~"

Every Qiuqiu person who received the soup uttered the same vocabulary. After listening to it more than a dozen times in a row, Jiang Bai had already remembered the word.

He felt that his understanding should be correct, so he also replied:

"Valo~"

"Dada~"

"Mosi Mita~"

The people in Qiuqiu were very happy. They were carrying soup and sitting on the ground casually, with a relaxed and comfortable posture.

If the identities of their monsters are ignored, this scene is still very warm.

Jiang Bai poured the last bit of soup dregs in the pot into his own bowl, and he cooked a big pot, but he didn't drink a few mouthfuls.

Perhaps because they have never eaten such a delicious soup, the people of Qiuqiu licked their bowls clean, even the spicy ginger, they ate all of them, and there was not a single one left.

It's not how delicious the soup made by Jiang Bai is, it's simply that the way these Qiuqiu people handle food is so crude that adding any seasoning is already supremely delicious to them.

Seeing that there was no more soup in the pot, they drooped their shoulders and looked sluggish.

"Tomo~"

I don't know which Qiuqiu person said something, and then the sound of 'Tomo' sounded one after another in the cave.

Jiang Bai couldn't understand what it meant, but felt that it should be a good word.

He is like a child who is just learning to speak, clumsily learning the words he hears.