Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 124: Peer
Nearly a hundred beast oil torches lit up suddenly, illuminating a large space in front of Wu Tie.
The five guards fanned up, and they were also secretly guarding each other, looking like they were arrogant.
Shi Fei jumped off the limestone lizard. Without armor, he was shaking with fat, and with a smile on his face, he walked towards the sturdy man who looked like the leader of the five guards.
Perhaps it was the natural affinity of the fat man. Shi Fei had a white and tender big round face with a bright smile. He whispered to a few guard leaders, I don’t know what, and a man with a beard on his face gave a strong wave. Started, cursing and led people to withdraw from the station.
The other four teams also withdrew, leaving only a few skinny old men who looked shrewd to communicate with Shi Fei.
After a while, Shi Fei ran over with all the fat, and brought Wu Tie to a team's resident.
This is an open space five to six hundred meters in diameter, surrounded by seven or eight thick stone pillars. Several rat-man scouts climbed on the stone pillars, poking out half of their heads curiously, overlooking Wu Tie and the others who entered the camp.
In the camp, hundreds of four-wheeled vans formed a circle, and they were strung together with strong ropes. A bonfire ignited in the circular car formation, and many elderly people, women and children gathered around the bonfire, whispering.
Obviously, Wu Tie's reckless intrusion just now scared these old people, women and children. There was still a trace of fear on the faces of many people, and many people did not dare to look directly at Wu Tie and the others who walked into the car formation.
It's just that when they saw the beautiful and lovely maiden sitting on the shoulders of Wutie, and although not very beautiful, but the temperament was clean, like a clear spring, after the cold dew that made people pleasing to the eyes, The expressions of these old people, women and children quickly calmed down, and some even warmly smiled and nodded to Wu Tie and the others.
A little girl who is completely harmless, a quiet girl who also does not seem to have any threat, a thinner and weaker teenager than a dwarf, a fat boy who runs up and shakes the mountains, A rat man with white hair all over his body and looking senile
How can such a combination be dangerous?
Wu Tie is tall and thin. He is nearly two meters tall. He is quite deterrent in height, but in terms of stoutness, he is like a steel gun. To put it bluntly, he is thin and tall. He is deterrent. Not as powerful as the two dwarven warriors in the convoy.
In the shadows far away, an old man’s hoarse voice came from: "This baby, how hungry he has been since he was a child, and how thin it is!"
The corners of Wu Tie's mouth twitched, as if he hadn't heard some whispers.
"Wu Tie, this wandering theater troupe, they are also going to the Great Dragon Region. The Great Dragon Region, near here, is a very peaceful prison, which is much more stable than the territory of the Longevity Sect." Shi Fei patted his belly habitually, and said with a smile, "Follow the way, we just happened to be on the way."
He proudly said to Wu Tie: "The people in this'Floating Troupe' are pretty good, and they don’t need my money. As long as we take on part of the guard, guard and physical labor, they can let us follow the troupe. ."
Wu Tie nodded and agreed to Shi Fei's decision.
From here to the Great Dragon Region, there is still a long distance, according to Wutie and their normal speed, at least two or three months. Such a long journey would be too lonely if it were just a few of them.
It is good for Wutie and them to get in touch with people more and see more things.
Although I was anxious to see Wu Jin, but now that I know that Wu Jin is in Wa Valley, what else is there to worry about?
"Miko, come, let's have a barbecue." Wu Tie smiled and patted the Miko, untied an animal skin bag from the back of the giant tarantula, and carried the animal skin bag to the nearest bonfire.
The troupe members sitting by the bonfire smiled and nodded to Wu Tie. They gave up a site by the bonfire and let Wu Tie and Lao Bai sit down.
Wu Tie hugged the witch in his arms, Lao Bai took out a few pieces of fresh **** snake meat from the animal skin bag, skewered them with rattan sticks, and grilled them by the campfire.
A rat man who looked much older than Lao Bai, with most of his red hair lost, and spots everywhere turned his head and said hello to Lao Bai, "Brother, what are you doing? "
Lao Bai enthusiastically offered a salute to the Red Squirrel: "Brother, we are going out to join relatives. Hey, we are a small branch of the family, and now it’s messy everywhere, and it’s beaten everywhere. Blood flow, we finally escaped."
The Red Ratman sighed and started to mutter: "Yes, there are killings and killings everywhere. A few days ago, the Longevity Sect in Qingmu Region went crazy and arrested people everywhere. Killing everywhere, several good guys in our troupe have disappeared."
Shaking his head, the Red Squirrel murmured: "I can only go to the Great Dragon Region. I hope that the Great Dragon Region will be more peaceful. This world is getting more and more difficult."
Wu Tie did not say a word, quietly listening to the communication between Lao Bai and the Red Rat.
After a while, Yan Hanlu set up their mounts and walked over and sat beside Wu Tie.
Shi Fei is very proficient, and easily fell in love with the troupe by the campfire. A bad wine in the skin of an animal made an old dwarf treat Shi Fei as his own brother. The two shook their shoulders and grumbled nonsense, and Wu Tie also gradually learned about the past of this troupe.
The Piaoling Troupe has actually been passed on for more than two hundred years.
They live in no fixed place and do not have a fixed territory of their own. Under the leadership of the past dynasties, they travel north and south, relying on music, juggling, small drama, and other means to make a living.
Wandering theater troupe, this is a very complicated organization that cannot delineate their living conditions.
Some wandering theater troupes have part-time roles in brothels, thieves, intelligence dealers, smuggling groups, mercenary killers, and so on.
The past generations of the Piaoling Theatre Company are still very ethical. They only do some ‘reasonable and legal’ things, and they generally don’t mix with those dark and violent activities.
This troupe is also very human. They will try their best to support the elderly and children of the troupe. Therefore, their living conditions are very difficult.
In this ghost world, such a troupe of more than 2,000 people can last for more than two hundred years, and the Piaoling troupe is very remarkable.
Wu Tie listened quietly, listening to every word and sentence of these troupe members.
He listened to their past, to their lives, to their current lives, such as the increasingly stressful food, the increasingly stressful medicine, and the increasingly stressful various aspects of supplies.
The only thing I didn't hear was the vision of these troupe members for the future.
They seem to never return any hope for the future. The future is too far away for them, and they are even confused about what will happen tomorrow.
The atmosphere of the whole theater troupe is like a ‘alive’ person.
He is just alive.
On the dying breath, a lifeless life.
Open your mouth to eat, open your mouth to drink, eat and drink Lazar, and maintain basic survival, nothing more.
In comparison, when they were in the Witch’s Stone Fort, the dwarf slaves in the Witch’s Stone Fort were sometimes excited to discuss their future life. Maybe someday I can eat a small piece of meat, maybe someday there will be two more dolls in the house, maybe someday, Wu Zhan will show mercy and let everyone have a rest
In Piaoling Theater, Wu Tie didn't feel this kind of hope even as thin as a mirror.
Wu Tie hugged the witch, feeding her the roasted snake meat bit by bit.
The snake meat is full of grease, and the shrine maiden's small face and hands are still not stained, clean, white and tender.
Beside another bonfire, a brisk voice suddenly rang: "Hahaha, it’s a long night, it’s rare for everyone to be so happy. Well, let’s perform a little trick for everyone."
Wu Tietou looked over. A tall, thin and tall young man with a yellowish face and obviously malnourished, but with a gorgeous shirt and a style incompatible with the clothes of the Cangyan Domain stood up.
He waved his hands dexterously, and a group of troupe children stared at him blankly.
Suddenly a little spark spurted out between the waving hands, and then a lot of sparks spurted out continuously. Mars chases and frolics between the fingers of young people like a living thing.
Suddenly countless sparks flashed, and a small mouse formed from sparks appeared in the hands of the young man.
Qingyoung laughed, and the little mouse ran happily along his arm, from his hand to his shoulder to the other hand, from the other hand, tumbling, and briskly crawling to the top of his head. , Lit his two strands of yellowish hair.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)
The little mouse is gone, and the young man’s scalp is burned out of the big teacup lid, bald, and the green smoke curls up. The young man smiles frowningly at a group of five or six to twelve-year-old children.
These children laughed heartlessly, each one leaning forward and backward. Obviously, the young man's hair was burned, which is a very joyful thing for them.
"Hey, I missed it for a while." The young man shook his head and sighed, "Believe it or not, my nickname is the Devil King, I am a very powerful ancient mage"
"A mage who can't rub a fireball. Brother Mozhang, you are a mage who can't rub a fireball." A thin, skinny little girl pointed at the young man and laughed.
The young man smiled awkwardly, and sat on the ground with a smile "hehe".
Although he was embarrassed, he still held his head proudly and loudly defended: "Who said that the ancient mage must rub a fireball? Other things can't work? For example, thunder and lightning, ice wind, wind Knife"
A group of children and young people laughed together.
The scent of the barbecue on Wutie's side drifted over, and several children couldn't help but glance towards this side.
But they quickly turned their heads and tried to control themselves not to look at Wu Tie and the others.
Wu Tie looked at these children and was silent for a while. He suddenly remembered the little dwarf guys in Wujia Shibao who were hungry and licked the moss.
He held the witch, carrying the huge animal skin bag containing at least two hundred catties of rock python meat, and slowly walked to the young man's side, and gently placed the animal skin bag beside him.
"The trick is wonderful, Mr. Ancient Master. You have to pay to watch a trick performance. This is a matter of course." Wu Tie said softly, "This is what I should pay."
The young man was dumbfounded, a ray of unbelievable horror clearly flashed through his pale blue eyes.
He looked at Wu Tie, then at the huge animal skin bag, his lips moved, and an extremely bright smile quietly bloomed: "Thank you."
He looked at the witch and whispered: "This is yours"
"Daddy!" The witch wrapped her arms around Wu Tie's neck.
The youth looked at Wu Tie’s tender face in amazement, and he gave a dry smile: "Your daughter? She also needs plenty of food."
"Hunting for food is not difficult for us." Wu Tie patted the young man on the shoulder and quietly retreated from the campfire.
The young man was silent for a while, then laughed.
He stood up, straightened his right hand, shook his right hand very gracefully to the left side of his body, bowed deeply, and saluted Wu Tie.
Wu Tie's pupils condensed slightly, um, in the knowledge passed on by Lao Tie, this was the court etiquette of some nobles in ancient times.
I didn't expect that such an ancient tradition would survive.
This young man, his background is very interesting.
Wu Tie raised his right hand and gently touched his left chest.
Barbecues were grilled by the bonfire, and the smell of meat fluttered in the camp. The children around the Devil King each took a small skewer and gnawed carefully with their teeth. Reluctant to just eat it like this.
More barbecues were distributed by the Devil King to the elderly and children in the troupe.
More than two hundred catties of snake meat, everyone can only get a small piece, but everyone has a share.
Wu Tie quietly watched the scene in front of him, the feeling that this floating troupe gave him was not bad.
There is no imaginary sun that lights up in the tunnel, but a strict biological clock has been formed in everyone's body. When the time when the imaginary sun should be lit comes, everyone walks out of their sleep and begins to pack up.
A woman wearing a loose robe~IndoMTL.com~ with a gray veil, surrounded by several guards, walked slowly in front of Wu Tie.
"Dear Mr. Wu Tie, you are a respectable guest. I hope you can have a pleasant trip in our Drifting Troupe." The woman's voice was soft and delicate, and she whispered: "You and yours Companions can walk in the middle of the team, which is the safest and most comfortable position."
Wu Tie leaned in salute to the woman.
The convoy moved forward, and after a few scouts gnawed a few pieces of roasted mushrooms, they spread their legs and ran to the front of the team to perform their duties.
The team started slowly. Of the five teams resting in this grotto last night, only one went to the Azure Wood Territory, and the other four teams all rushed to the Great Dragon Territory.
The four teams set off half a quarter of an hour apart, separated by several miles, and drove forward without interference.
Wu Tie sat on the back of the giant tarantula, silently took out a few lava grass and knead it together, and swallowed it openly.