Chapter 8 The More You Guess, The More Mysterious It Becomes

  Zhu Yongxing smiled foolishly and looked around, Meng He had already drunk his face red and was smiling, raising an eyebrow and saying: "Nothing, nothing, they asked you, is Dream Pearl beautiful today?"

  "Ah, beautiful, very beautiful." Zhu Yongxing spoke truthfully, nodding repeatedly.

  Oh, the Miao girls cheered and ran over to pull up a bewildered Zhu Yongxing, pushing him and Mengzhu shoulder to shoulder together, surrounding them and dancing enthusiastically while singing songs.

  "Give your brother a bite, the more you bite, the deeper the sisterly love, the green mountain leaves no trace, seeing those teeth marks is like seeing the person..." The Miao girls sang repeatedly, gently pushing Mengzhu, urging her on. Finally, the round-faced and most lively girl simply grabbed Zhu Yongxing's arm and stretched it out in front of Mengzhu's face.

  Mengzhu looked up at Zhu Yongxing, who didn't understand the rules of the village and was afraid of being rude, so he didn't resist much either. Mengzhu seemed to have gotten encouragement, blushing as she grabbed Zhu Yongxing's hand, biting it hard enough to leave teeth marks.

  Ah! What's the rule about biting people?! Zhu Yongxing was stunned and didn't know what to do, but the Miao girls were already cheering and pushing him and Mengzhu towards the bonfire. Following the beautiful drumbeat, Zhu Yongxing's two hands were held by people on either side, and he walked around the fire with the crowd. Yes, he could only follow others' dance steps, but the ancient and beautiful song, combined with the laughter and cheers of the people, also made him feel refreshed and delighted, opening his eyes to a new world, extremely happy.

  He sang and danced, drank and made trouble, Zhu Yongxing finally got drunk, then he didn't know anything anymore.

  ……

  In the bamboo building by the village, a lone figure sat in a chair, her small face flushed, her crescent-shaped eyes still sparkling with sweet laughter, and a hint of intoxication wafting from her lips.

  The great witch who never showed her true face to anyone had only taken off her mask of pretence in front of Meng Xiyun, and was now sitting under the lamp, rummaging through Zhu Yongxing's things one by one. The drunken Zhu Yongxing would not have thought that all his belongings were laid out on the table except for those in the inner storage room.

  Dai Wu, sounds mysterious and also somewhat intimidating. His appearance is indeed frightening, with dark red and charred scars covering half of his face, likely from being burned by fire. The scorching and deformation of his skin has left one of his eyes almost completely closed, with only a slit remaining, while his lips are twisted upwards, revealing several yellow teeth.

  Mengzhu didn't feel any fear or terror, quietly waiting, occasionally suddenly opening her mouth to smile, as if thinking about something beautiful in her heart.

  "This fabric——" Da Wu stroked his sparse white hair, seemingly troubled, shook his head, and picked up the mountain boots to examine and touch them carefully. He put them back on the table with some helplessness, not even mentioning the smell, the key was that he really couldn't tell what this thing was made of.

  "Master, can't you see it either?" Mengzhu's face was filled with even more joy, her eyes blinking as she gazed at the great witch.

  Dai Wu did not respond, stretched out his hand and opened the small package that Zhu Yongxing had picked up again, took out the square seal, and whispered: "Min Wang Shizi! This... Could it be a member of the Ming royal family? But how did he end up here? Looking at his hair and attire, it doesn't seem like it either?"

  Mengzhu was taken aback and asked somewhat nervously: "Is it a prince? Is the position very honorable?"

  Dai Wu shook his head, seemingly comforting and doubting at the same time, saying: "It's not certain yet, just a possibility." As he spoke, he carefully rewrapped the seal and picked up Zhu Yongxing's rifle to examine it.

  Mengzhu gently bit her red lips, stretched out her hand to touch Zhu Yongxing's mountaineering suit, after struggling in the rapids and rubbing against the jungle, the clothes had been torn in several places, but there was still a pocket that was almost intact, inside which seemed to be something hard folded up. Mengzhu was very curious, fiddled with it for a while, coincidentally opened the zipper, and pulled out what was inside, which was a beautifully printed Yunnan tourist map.

  After fiddling with it for a while, Da Wu seemed to have figured out how to use the shotgun and muttered to himself: "It's like a fire gun, should be fired with a fuse." As he spoke, he casually cocked the hammer, hesitated, and then pulled the trigger.

  "Boom!" A loud noise, white smoke filled the air, Mengzhu was startled and almost fell off his chair. Looking at Dawu again, he had already sat down on the ground, his hunting rifle slipped out of his hand, his mouth wide open, his eyes dull, as if he couldn't move anymore.

  "Master, Master." Mengzhu hastily ran over, anxiously calling out and shaking.

  "Hmm, the great witch has finally returned to her senses. She let out a long sigh and gazed at the hole punched through the wooden wall, forcing a bitter smile: 'Impressive, truly impressive. I didn't know there were firearms in this world that didn't require gunpowder.'"

  "Hey, Master, what's this thing?" Mengzhu saw that the master was fine and put down his heart, handing over the tourist map in his hand.

  Dai Wu seemed to have gotten a phobia, hastily waving his hand and saying: "Put it back, put it back, don't mess with it randomly again. This person is strange, the things he brings are also strange."

  Mengzhu was very obedient and quickly helped Dawu sit back up, putting the map away again.

  Dai Wu slowly sipped his tea, falling into a long and deep contemplation. His facial expression changed unpredictably, making him appear even more eerie and strange to others.

  Mengzhu watched Dabu think so solemnly, knowing that he was going to make an important decision, and this decision might affect the entire village, and even himself, so she patiently waited quietly.

  ………

  Knock, knock, knock... Zhu Yongxing was woken up by the sound of drums, his body tired and having drunk a lot of wine, he didn't wake up at his usual time. Now the sun had risen high, the sunlight made the bamboo building scorching hot.

  The drum was still beating, the noisy crowd passed under the building and went far away. Zhu Yong got up and came to the window, looking out, only to see a group of robust men waving their weapons, heading towards the riverbank, wondering what they were doing?

  It seemed that he had heard Zhu Yongxing get out of bed, a Miao ethnic minority boy hastily ran up, staring blankly at Zhu Yongxing, waiting for his orders.

  This little guy was met by Zhu Yongxing last night, called Yan Bao, who understands a few Chinese words and is sent to serve him. Zhu Yongxing smiled warmly, pointed outside and asked: "Why are the drums beating non-stop? Are everyone carrying weapons going hunting?"

  Yan Bao blinked his eyes, seeming to understand, waved his hand and replied briefly: "Han people, come from the river bank, too many people, not allowed to enter."

  Zhu Yongxing thought for a moment, and supplemented the brief words according to his own understanding, "You mean that Han people have come to the river bank, you don't allow them to enter the village, so they will gather more people and block their way?"

  "Yes, yes." Iwao nodded repeatedly.