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After hearing the great elder's words, everyone was stunned.

Before they could finish digesting the old woman's words, the latter narrowed his shining eyes and spoke again.

"No, I saw it wrong. It's strange. You obviously look nothing like him. I really don't know why I suddenly thought of that taciturn butcher."

After speaking, the old woman spoke softly, and Lin An could barely hear a little bit of information.

"If the logger was still alive in the world, he would at least be an old guy in his late fifties like me..."

"Yes, grandma, it scared me to death." Misulu breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and introduced to her, "This is our ancestor."

"This guy claims to be your ancestor?"

“I saw him crossing the Kalunga line with my own eyes, he is the ancestral spirit who owns Dawa.”

The old woman touched her chin with interest, and suddenly spoke in an accented but fluent French: "Young man, what is your name?"

Lin An was startled and answered methodically.

"Rigel Tulf."

Taking into account the tracking of the family headed by Adelia, he used this pseudonym combined with the network ID.

"I apologize for the rudeness just now, Mr. Tulver." The old woman approached with the support of two girls. "My name is Fulami Spotted Lion, or you can call me by my Western name, Emilia."

There was an indescribable nobility in the old woman's words and deeds, as if those buzzing around her were not mosquitoes in the rainforest, but butterflies in the rose garden.

French, Western names, biological knowledge, and an appearance that is incompatible with other tribes in the rainforest all illustrate the uniqueness of the spotted lion tribe.

Maybe they fled here from a certain area to take refuge?

What happened in the past?

Why did a seemingly highly educated old woman move her entire family to a rainforest with few human traces?

She refers to the loggers as "butchers"—meaning that her family was hunted by this mysterious man?

Then why did he call Lin An a logger when they first met?

Fair skin, black hair and black eyes...

Lin An was thinking a lot, and on the surface he nodded politely to her, without any embarrassment of having his lie about his seniority revealed, and responded with French honorifics.

"I prefer to call you Ms. Fulami."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Lin An took the opportunity to open the tree diagram, and the spider web-like branches unfolded, indicating that the old woman was not a mysterious person, but an ordinary person who had not yet awakened.

After experiencing Adelia's conspiracy, Lin An could not completely believe the investigation results.

After all, the uncrowned queen of [Black City] was clearly an ordinary person in the scan of the tree diagram.

Out of caution, Lin An used the [Devil's Dice] to test whether he had been misled by the "prophet", and the result was yes.

He had no choice but to temporarily attribute the old woman's hidden secrets to some worldly struggle.

After all, this land is full of chaos.

"Don't worry, Mr. Tulver, I don't have a big tile, I'm just an old woman who knows a lot of things." The old woman smiled as if she was aware of it, "If I became the 'ancestral spirit', the spotted lion wouldn't be in such a miserable condition. Sigh - what smells so good?"

"It smells like roasted lamb." A girl supporting an old woman said.

"Where does the meat come from?" another girl said.

The dancing bonfire illuminated two beautiful and generous girls. Their eyes were as bright as sad eland, and their limbs were slender like a vigorous blue gazelle.

The difference is that one of them has a solemn expression and the other has a lazy look, as if they have just been woken up from bed.

To Lin An's surprise, the tree diagram showed that the girl with a solemn posture was the "God of Farming", while the girl with hazy eyes had the tendency to be a "prophet".

Her prophet branch has at least reached the level of legend, and has the potential to develop to the myth level.

Keep a prophet around...

This will be a potential threat to Lin An.

Hearing the girl's words, Misulu patted his chest proudly: "This is a gift given to us by the ancestors! He used one bone to conjure so much food."

"It's amazing..." The two girls couldn't help but look at the roasted lamb on the fire. They didn't dare to step forward and take it without the permission of the great elder.

"Alas, I am old and useless." The great elder sighed, and then said to Lin An in French, "Mr. Tulver, I can't resist your arrangement, and I can't even leave this chair. Even if I know that there is Problem, nothing can be done.”

"Are you paralyzed?" Lin An glanced at her atrophied legs. The shriveled muscles were in sharp contrast to the strong upper body.

"I can't even walk."

After thinking for a moment, Lin An turned the [Philosopher's Stone], and the blue and red planets in the small world circulated and pulsated, and the power from another planet surrounded the great elder's body.

The ominous red flashed away, and its ripples immediately turned green, sinking into her legs.

"oh?"

The elder felt a rush of tenderness rushing from her knees to her fingertips. The electric itching sensation made her scalp almost explode, and her nerves that were originally like stagnant water instantly regained consciousness.

In full view of everyone, the elder, who had been unable to stand and walk for a time, jumped down from his seat regardless of the girl's support. He was pleasantly surprised to feel his legs regaining consciousness.

"Dawa! Oh, Dawa is so great!"

The great elder cheered, happily raised her wheelchair and ran three times around the bonfire, making the tribesmen open their mouths.

While they looked at the great elder who was walking like flying in shock, they looked at Lin An with more and more admiration.

There is no doubt that young people are the real ancestors!

Even if Lin An is not their ancestor, he can still be their ancestor!

For this group of tribesmen who suffer from wound infections, malaria, and hunger every day, the power Lin An possesses is a miracle. They shout "Dawa" and "ancestral spirit" on their lips, but in their hearts they are sure that he is a god. conclusion.

As Lin An observed the Great Elder, he became more and more convinced that she had not been in contact with "Comes". Otherwise, she had just been hit by his death gem. Not to mention using mystical skills to resist, her aura would have at least had some hostile fluctuations.

You must know that Lin An is Source A-level and carries the spirit of an alien. Except for a few cases, it is difficult for the mystics of Titan to conceal the energy of "Comes" in front of him.

The spotted lion tribe was filled with joy. The elder raised the wheelchair with his left hand like an acrobat, and held two skewers of mutton skewers that he had picked up at an unknown time in his right hand. His mouth was full of oil as he ate.

When the two girls saw this, they cast pleading glances at her, but they were deliberately ignored by the elder.

Misulu handed over two skewers of mutton, and the girls didn't know whether they should eat it or not. It wasn't until the elder laughed mischievously that they smiled happily and ate happily.

After teasing the clan members and the younger ones, the elder stood still in front of Lin An.

"Mr. Tulf, I just hope you will be kind to my relatives and don't hurt them."

"I'll try to do that."

Lin An withdrew the lethal energy of the [Philosopher's Stone], and there was no benefit to him in killing ordinary people.

Moreover, he wants to treat the people around him in a gentle and patient manner, so as not to discover how little he knows about them when they are leaving.

Of course, the premise is that this group of people is worth dating, and they cannot stand in the way of Lin An's integration with the "Lamp Goddess".

After receiving Lin An's fairly honest answer, the great elder smiled and said nothing. He acquiesced in his lie of claiming to be an "ancestral spirit" and mingled with the tribesmen.

She is very resigned, but also very smart. Lin An thought to himself.

The carnival of the night passed quickly, the bonfires were extinguished, and people returned to their respective huts. Misulu gave his bed to Lin An and slept in the corner.

Seeing that the tribesmen were so sleepy after eating and drinking that they couldn't open their eyes, Lin An had no choice but to officially start a new job tomorrow.

First, we need to experiment with the [Edit] function of the system, and secondly, we need to find an opportunity to extract the ins and outs of the "logger" from the mouth of the great elder or Misulu.

There is ample time.

Lin An likes to play with his mobile phone for a while before going to bed, but let alone mobile phones here, there is no network coverage in the rainforest.

It’s good to have a book to read...

His father said that the remaining "Encyclopedia of Magic" was still with him. He was probably afraid that it would get wet on the boat, so he sent it to Lin An with the courier after half a year.

He had no choice but to lie flat on the damp and hot straw mat and watch the green data flying like fireflies.

"Brother Tongzi, do you know what a greedy snake is?"

"This encyclopedia does not include entries about 'Snake' yet." The system that lost its memory said coldly in a mechanical voice.

"Then let me create one. You connect the entry data of the 'Hittite Ritual', and then form other entries into spheres one after another..."

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Lin An didn't sleep long. It took him three or four hours to create [Mysterious Encyclopedia·Snake Game]. Later, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, but he was disturbed by the hot and humid climate and buzzing mosquitoes throughout the process. Half asleep and half awake.

Until the birds chirped outside the house, he healed himself with the Philosopher's Stone and left the hut.

Misuru was still sleeping soundly. The 17-year-old Nanzhou version of Jotaro was exhausted after five days of hunting. If he hadn't been in good physical condition, he wouldn't have been able to withstand such a torment.

As soon as he walked out of the gate, Lin An saw the prisoner's eyes bulging, staring at him.

"Tick tock, tick tock."

Blood dripped from his neck, leaving brown blood stains on the animal skin clothing. The prisoner's skin turned blue, his eyes lost life, and his muscles shrank. He turned from strong to extremely lean, like a man who had been drained of water. Mummy.

His muscular belly was hollow, and the outlines of his ribs and internal organs were faintly visible.

What kind of death is this?

Last night, the prisoner was tied to a tree by Misulu, and he was preparing to find an opportunity to ask the Tiger Fish tribe for an explanation. Unexpectedly, after one night, the prisoner died without anyone noticing.

Even Lin An was a little surprised. He, a mysterious person, slept in the thatched hut next to the leader and stayed up almost all night. Who killed someone under his nose?

His first reaction was that the ghost's tricks were very similar to the Red Witch's witchcraft mentioned in "Magic Encyclopedia IV: Winds of Darkness", and it happened that Nanzhou was the birthplace of witchcraft.

Immediately, Lin An entered the venting mode, and suddenly found that the prisoner's aura did not disappear, but turned into a hazy gray.

Mysterious person...?

wrong!

"Ouch——!"

Lin An's thoughts and the scream across the sky sounded at the same time.

The shriveled and emaciated prisoner opened his mouth, revealing a row of densely packed sharp canine teeth. His claws protruded and tore the rope that bound him instead of Luska's tentacles.

"War Emperor"!

Lin An recalled the experience of meeting the Cat Sith in Bodehui. The War Emperor's mysterious technique could not only make him the leader of the army, but also control their half-dead body instead of the individual's will.

The prisoner rushed towards Lin An, his sharp claws and teeth aimed at his throat.

"Pfft!"

Before the man could get close to Lin An, an arrow shot through the air. Misulu, who was awakened, bent his bow without hesitation and shot the prisoner in the forehead.

"Ugh...!"

He let out a canine whimper and stepped back, the look draining from his eyes.

But even if he died, he did not stop attacking.

On the contrary, the War Emperor Mystic who controlled him became even more unscrupulous when he realized that this man was dead.

The prisoner opened a pair of bright red eyes, trimmed his eyes slightly, and rushed towards him with his teeth and claws bared.

Lin An saw its full appearance clearly. The prisoner's throat made a whirring sound, black spots appeared on his skin, and his body was covered with dark brown hair. His mouth was abnormally protruding, his legs were slender, and his upper body was strong. His teeth were Sharp, sharp claws.

Misuru drew his bow again, trying to fight him off in the same manner.

"That guy wanted to test whether I was a mysterious ancestral spirit."

Lin An guessed that the War Emperor heard Lin An's name from the hunting team and came to "reconnaissance".

It's just that his offensive strategy was too hasty...

Directly declare war?

After stopping Misuru's attack, Lin An turned the Philosopher's Stone. The statue of Hermes looked at Jupiter's lightning symbol, and the charging prisoner turned into a lead statue in the blink of an eye.

He had just been killed by Misuru and became an "inorganic substance", so he could be transformed by the Philosopher's Stone.

In order not to waste the radiation value, Lin An extracted the energy, and the prisoner recovered his body, but it was already a cold corpse, lying on the ground, dead with eyes open.

The metal transformation of the Philosopher's Stone "refreshed" his state, neutralizing the War Emperor's mystical magic.

"It's useless to kill the puppet. We have to find the ancestral spirit." Lin An patted Misulu on the shoulder.

"I'll take you to the Tiger Fish Tribe!" Misulu volunteered.

"It's okay, they're already here."

"What?!"

Misuru's pupils narrowed, and he could only hear wheezing and gasping coming from all directions, breaking the early morning tranquility of the rain forest.

Countless shadows that resembled captives, had sharp teeth and claws, and had dark brown fur cast from the forest, and surrounded the spotted lion tribe with malicious intent. There were hundreds of them.

"Zuzu! Zuzu! Zuzu!"

The shouts full of murderous intent came from far to near, ringing in the ears of the sleeping spotted lion tribe members.

After a brief exchange, Lin An speculated that the war emperor was about disaster level, or even monster level. However, unlike the cat Sith who lived on a stage that attracted much attention and whose every move was followed by the foundation and the police station, the rain forest had no restrictions.

Strength is order, strength is morality, and hunting is the law.

"The Bantu Rainforest is such a hospitable place." Lin An flexed his fingers, "Once upon a time, I wanted to be a good person." (End of Chapter)