Chapter 283

Chapter 283

Under the cover of night, the curiosity and bewilderment in the Bone Tribe leader's mind grew heavier.

Because, at this point, neither the leader of this tribe nor the others had returned.

This puzzlement persisted until the next day.

Early the following day, after exchanging greetings with the people on the wall, the leader of the Bone Tribe led his people, who had finished their breakfast, away.

Watching the Bone Tribe members walk far away, the Green Sparrow Tribe, as tense as a drawn bow, relaxed considerably.

The shaman climbed onto the eastern wall and looked downstream towards the river, hoping to see a canoe suddenly appear.

Many others were doing the same thing.

On the way, several miles from the Green Sparrow Tribe, the Bone Tribe leader, deep in thought the whole time, signaled for the tribe to stop and rest.

The visions of herds of deer, numerous precious pottery, soft fur, comfortable houses—things that had long existed in his mind—now flashed before his eyes again.

But all these things would ultimately be separated by a tall wall manned by people.

However, this time, the wall in his mind differed from before. This time, there were fewer people on the wall.

Including the tribe leader, who seemed wise and strong.

He pondered briefly, then shook his head and suppressed some of his thoughts.

Because even with so many fewer people, they still couldn't climb over that high wall.

"..."

After waiting a while, he glanced towards the Green Sparrow Tribe and then called out, leading his tribe back to their tribe, no longer thinking about this matter.

But many things, once thought of, couldn't simply be forgotten. Not long after they set off, the leader of the Bone Tribe unconsciously began to contemplate these things again.

How did the people of that tribe climb up such a high wall?

He thought about it and remembered the scene of the Green Sparrow Tribe people coming down from that strange thing leaning against the wall.

If they could climb the wall using that thing, couldn't their tribe also use that strange thing to climb up from the outside?

That strange thing didn't seem difficult to make.

"*&$#@#!"

The leader of the Bone Tribe clenched his fist and shouted.

The Bone Tribe members walking with him stopped as instructed, looking at their leader in confusion.

Their leader and many others were not in the tribe; they had either been eaten by wild beasts or gone somewhere else.

How could they resist them after climbing over the wall?

In the afternoon, three extremely crude wooden ladders were made.

The leader of the Bone Tribe seemed particularly generous, providing enough food for everyone.

After eating their fill and resting for a while, they left the large pot here, covered it with grass, and carried the three ladders they had made with their weapons towards the Green Sparrow Tribe.

Thinking about all the good things that would soon be theirs, the Bone Tribe members couldn't help but smile.

Some shouted that after capturing this wealthy tribe, they would sleep on the salted fish heap and wouldn't get up.

Others said they wanted many, many pottery pieces.

In the tranquil night, a few small boats gently swayed on the water, like cradles rocked by a mother.

Including Han Cheng, the members of the Green Sparrow Tribe who had come out with him, covered in fur, were all immersed in deep sleep.

Some smiled in their dreams, perhaps dreaming of returning to the tribe.

Leaving the tribe for many days had only increased their longing for it.

But they weren't too worried about the safety of the Green Sparrow Tribe.

Firstly, they had confidence in the tribe, and secondly, there were no other powerful tribes nearby.

At this time, the weather was getting warmer daily, and food was becoming more accessible. In such times, no tribe would be foolish enough to start a war.

As the sky gradually brightened, a faint mist enveloped the river and the grass on both sides. Unknown birds called out, their voices rising and falling in the mist like a game of hide-and-seek.

When Han Cheng woke up, he looked at the milk tea girl wrapped around him like an octopus and couldn't help but smile wryly.

No wonder he had bumped into a spider's web and couldn't escape when he dreamed of being chased by a snake last night.

This girl's sleeping habits were terrible.

It was strange to think that if the milk tea girl were still a milk tea boy at this moment, Han Cheng would definitely shiver and push him away. But now, it was different.

Although this person was still smaller than Han Cheng and still a primitive person.

Opposites attract, same repel, as some straight men thought.

He freed his hands and feet from this person. After moving for a while, feeling numb, he reached out and touched her forehead. Then, his eyes lit up, and he realized that her forehead wasn't as hot as it was yesterday.