The Mystic Trails of Victor Lin Chapter 7

This is a grassland surrounded by forests. The grassland in the distance is undulating. When the wind sweeps across the wilderness, the grassland surges like waves, and you can see the cows and sheep grazing peacefully.

The terrain gradually stabilized near the river.

This river is calm, but it is emitting heat. The water mist is diffused in the sunset, lingering on the grass, like a flowing dusk...

Victor Lin sat on the tall black horse's back, looking at everything in front of him, and was stunned for a long time.

Even though his future was uncertain now, Victor Lin couldn't help but relax in such a beautiful and vigorous natural scenery. He breathed slowly, then reorganized his mood and planned to accept new challenges.

Victor Lin turned around and looked around. Not far away, on the high ground by the river in front, he could see a small village with smoke curling from the cooking pots.

The people who had brought Victor Lin here all the way got off their horses neatly and waved to Victor Lin.

Victor Lin patted the black horse's neck, and the black horse leaned down. They had already established some tacit understanding during this short journey.

It was still a bit far away from the small village over there, and it had to climb a slope. It was not easy for Victor Lin to walk, so a few people loaded up the stretcher with bamboo poles and carried Victor Lin towards the village.

The horses did not follow the people back to the village. There was no artificial superfluous restraint on the horses. They were not people's mounts, but people's friends. Now that they had safely sent their friends home, they stepped on their hooves. , shaking their manes, headed by the black horse, ran back to the grassland in a group, joined the herd of horses, drank water and ate grass under the sunset, and lived a comfortable life.

Victor Lin turned around and looked in the direction of the village, but it was a little far away. He squinted and couldn't see clearly. However, the man wearing earrings walking in front put his palms to his mouth and looked in the direction of the village. gave a long shout.

After a while, the thick wooden door at the entrance of the village opened, and a group of people, old and young, came out.

They had different appearances and different ages, but they all had one thing in common. Victor Lin sighed in his heart that the people here were all tall and handsome. It was such a beautiful place.

But they were all men, and there seemed to be no women. Victor Lin thought, maybe the women were busy in the village.

If you look closely at their clothes, they are still very modern in style, and many of them wear expensive decorations, and they are all quite big with pearls and gems.

There is a child hiding behind one of the old men, wearing a gold collar around his neck. What is striking is that the pendant of the collar is embedded with a huge yellow gemstone, which shines brilliantly in the dim sunset.

Victor Lin was shocked. This was almost an auction grade gemstone outside, but people here were carrying it around their necks casually.

After a brief observation, it turned out that these people in the deep mountains were not like uncivilized savages as Victor Lin had imagined before, but more like wealthy ethnic minorities.

It seems that only that one person will eat raw meat and live with wild beasts in the deserted wolf den.

As soon as Victor Lin arrived at the village entrance, he held the stretcher with both hands and came down to greet everyone. He thought it was more polite.

"Hello, is there anyone here who can understand me?"

The villagers were all surprised at Victor Lin's arrival, and spoke to each other in a language that Victor Lin could not understand. After the two parties talked for a long time, the man with the earrings suddenly remembered something, clapped his hands, and then , just give the child a word.

As soon as the child heard this, he ran back and after a while, an old man came out.

When Victor Lin saw the old man, he was immediately excited. Nothing else. The old man not only wore a long gown, but also a pair of glasses! It’s really very modern.

Victor Lin didn't take a few steps forward when he saw that the old man was already in front of him. He seemed to have much sharper legs and feet than Victor Lin...

The old man pushed up his glasses and looked Victor Lin up and down. Victor Lin asked directly, "Old man, I don't know where this is. Is there a way out?"

The old man looked at it for a while, then cleared his throat and bowed his hand to Victor Lin.

"I, Zhang Yuliang, don't know where the young master came from and how he entered my Dongshan."

When Victor Lin heard that this old man could speak Chinese, he felt relieved. Although the pronunciation of this man's speech was a bit unique and he felt like he couldn't speak Chinese, he could at least understand it.

But it was difficult to talk while standing at the door. The old man took Victor Lin to the village and asked in detail.

Victor Lin realized that he had nothing to hide, so he briefly told the whole story of how he came to negotiate the contract and ended up in a mudslide and into heavy fog, but he subconsciously concealed the shootout in the forest.

Victor Lin didn't want to get involved in any trouble. He just wanted to find a way out and return to modern society. There were still people waiting for him at home. He didn't want to know anything else.

The old man nodded while listening, but he did not answer Victor Lin's question. Instead, he introduced the situation here. His accent was unique, and Victor Lin only got a rough idea.

This place behind the fog is called Dongshan. Their family lives here, and no one has ever been able to come out of the fog.

Victor Lin was frowning and thinking when the old man suddenly asked, "I wonder what year it is outside and who is the president."

Victor Lin was stunned when he heard this, and then he suddenly realized what "President" meant. No wonder he felt that this man spoke with a Jianghuai official accent that was half literary and half white. Wasn't this the language style during the Republic of China.

How old is this old man? The Republic of China was more than a hundred years ago.

"Well, there is no president now. We have been liberated long ago. It is the People's Republic of China..."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then finally took off his glasses and wiped them, lowered his head and muttered silently, "Oh, liberated, liberated, good."

While talking, Victor Lin had been brought to a spacious door. The room in front of him was very high, and even the door was nearly two and a half meters tall.

"Young son, you have to think about your matter in the long term. Since the clan leader has chosen you, you can live here first. Old man, I can talk to you in the village. If you need anything, come to me at the Cuntou Iron Factory."

Victor Lin was still confused, thinking about the clan leader? Which one is the patriarch.

In his mind, the leader of such a small tribe-like settlement is almost always a sullen old man with gray hair and a cane with a dragon head in his hand.

I was about to call the old man to stop, but I saw that he seemed to be unable to hear me. He just staggered out, distracted, and tripped over the threshold.

"Hey, be careful!"

The old man didn't even look back, waved his hands and walked away, leaving Victor Lin alone standing there.

Victor Lin's heart sank and he was thinking about something silently when he saw a beautiful crystal stone suddenly thrown in at the door. Victor Lin raised his head and took a look, my dear, there are several small stones secretly hidden behind the door panel outside this room. The child, with his little head exposed at the moment, looked at himself in the room with his big eyes.

The skin color of these children is the same as that of other villagers, a healthy honey color. Their black hair is tied into braids and tied behind their heads. They are all well taken care of and look very energetic.

Looking at them, Victor Lin thought of his little brother, so he sighed and waved to the children. Who knew that when he waved, the children laughed and ran away.

In the end, only Victor Lin was left in the hut, and he began to look around. Although the house was very clean, it was a bit empty. There were no tables and chairs, so it seemed that it was not very inhabited.

However, there was a large fireplace with wood burning inside, and the orange and warm light reflected on people, making people feel inexplicably drowsy and at ease.

There were several thick layers of fur carpets on the ground in front of the fireplace. Victor Lin's shoes had long been outgrown. Now he was barefoot and stepped on the fur, which was soft under his feet.

Although there is no furniture, there is a handle for hanging bows and arrows on the wall opposite the animal skin carpet. A huge bow is hanging on it. The wood material of the bow body is very good, and there are also paintings of mountains, rivers, sun and moon. Victor Lin was attracted by the pattern and stepped forward to study it carefully.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the bow body. It was cold and had a heavy feeling of history.

On the ground next to the bow and arrow, there was a barrel of thick arrows standing, with the arrow pointing downwards, but the sharp tip of the arrow could still be seen.

Victor Lin thought, who could pull off such a magical thing? Then, the figure of that person gradually emerged in his mind.

That must have a pair of broad arms...

The sky outside was dark, there were no neon lights, and the vast night sky was filled with endless stars.

Victor Lin just lay down on the dry animal skin with a blanket and leaned against the fireplace. He originally thought that he would suffer from insomnia due to deep thoughts in this strange room.

But no.

The fire in the fireplace beeped, and Victor Lin's whole body was enveloped in the melting firelight. Accompanied by the chirping of insects in the grassland at night, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

On Kled's side, they gathered together to talk about Victor Lin.

"What should I do? I'm afraid I can't send it back. The fog hasn't lifted for more than a hundred years."

"The outsiders were picked up by the clan leader. According to the rules of the clan, people belong to the clan leader. He asked you to bring them back. Didn't he leave any words?"

"No, just say, uh, let him eat."

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At first, everyone was surprised when they heard that people from outside came here after the heavy fog, not to mention that the people were saved by the clan leader.

The leader of the Wolf God Clan of this generation doesn't care much about the affairs of the village. He probably prefers the lifestyle of beasts to anything else. Throughout the year, except for leading everyone to hunt in the hinterland of Dongshan, he rarely appears in the village. .

This also shows that his bloodline is purer and his chances of awakening the incarnation are greater.

The ancestors left behind many sacred books written in the mantra of the Wolf God Clan, but they could not understand any of them. The mantra was the earliest language in the world and had a strange power that would make others dizzy for a long time even if they took a glance at it.

But according to the leader of the Wolf God Clan of the previous generation, what is recorded in these books are all "techniques".

Maybe this dense fog is also a "skill", but this generation has not been able to study it. The Gabriel Kun clan leader has not yet awakened and cannot use the power of the mantra.

But compared to these obscure things, the patriarch might be more willing to accompany the wolves to take a nap on the mountain ridge.

In the wolf's den on the mountain ridge.

A figure jumped up quickly, and the wolves that were still taking a nap suddenly became energetic. Unusually, they gathered around the figure and sniffed, just because Gabriel Kun, who usually walked alone, was holding an unknown animal in his arms. Where did you get the red fox from?

The fox did not panic when surrounded by a pack of white wolves. Instead, he put his legs on Gabriel Kun's arms and looked down with his narrow eyes, a little cunningly.

Gabriel Kun hugged the fox, sat on the ground, and looked at him for a long time. Finally, he reached out to brush the fox's fur, and made a mess of the shiny and slippery hair.

The red fox was not happy, so he turned around and opened his mouth to bite, but it couldn't even break Gabriel Kun's skin, and then he calmly let others toss him.

The white wolf tilted his head and looked at Gabriel Kun, who was twitching the corner of his mouth. They were a little confused.

What are you laughing at? The wolf doesn't understand.