Hutao uses me to judge my performance

"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.

Qiuqiu translation:

Olah~ Say hello, hello

Tomo~Grateful and satisfied

Mosi Mita~Happy

La-la-la~La~ modal particles

The gods worshiped by Unu Qiuqiu people

Gurg guru~stomach growling, hungry

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.

"Tomo~"

"Mosi Mita~"

"Mosi Mita~"

It was a conversation that was obviously wrong with the bull's head, but the communication was actually very pleasant.

Tang Jiangbai didn't drink a few sips, so he could only eat pancakes to satisfy his hunger.

While eating pancakes, he wandered around the camp. Because of his soup, these Qiuqiu people had a high degree of affection for him, and they didn't stop him no matter where he went.

It's just that he walked around the entire camp, and found nothing special except for the ice wall.

Perhaps the graffiti on the stone wall could convey some information, but the graffiti was too abstract for him to understand at all.

Communication like a repeater is not real communication. He imitates their vocabulary, but he doesn't understand the meaning at all.

"It would be great if there were people who are proficient in Qiuqiu language, so that they can know what they mean."

Jiang Bai feels a little pity, but it is not a pity, after all, the camp is here, and I can come again next time.

The place where these Qiuqiu people live is relatively hidden, so there should be no need to worry about encountering powerful adventurers and being wiped out.

He planned to find out if there were any linguists in this field after he went back, and study the Qiuqiu language carefully.

Jiang Bai thought so, packed his things, and prepared to leave.

Since I can't find any useful information and can't really communicate, there's no point in staying here.

He still has business to do, so he can't stay here for too long.

Anyway, he can teleport. When he is bored, teleport to the nearby area, and then come back.

Seeing that he was leaving, Shaman Chuqiu took out a piece of meat they had stored in the wooden house as a gift for him.

The hind legs of this wild boar are well preserved and completely frozen to ensure freshness to the greatest extent.

"Tomo ~ Mosi Mita!"

Friends eat meat.

The old shaman lifted the meat.

Although the language is not clear, Jiang Bai really feels this kind of heart.

"No, no, keep it to yourself!"

He didn't answer and stuffed the old shaman with a handful of sweet flowers.

Seeing that Jiang Bai didn't want it, the old shaman hurried back to the wooden house with sweet flowers and frozen meat, and pulled out a small mask from the wooden box.

This mask is very similar to the one they wear on their faces, but much smaller, like a decorative pendant.