Chapter 530: Outsiders
The room is actually not small, and the identity of the white-haired old man can be seen from the side. m..
The material used for the stone bed is not taken from the grain stone, but the stone species that can be seen everywhere in the underground caves. The hardness is not high, and the difficulty of carving is quite low.
A piece of unknown fur with yellow stripes is spread on the bed for added comfort.
The old man was dressed quite thickly, with only a little bit of skin exposed, and his hair was very long, over his feet and down to the bottom of the bed.
The length of the eyebrows also hang down to the mouth, covering half of the eyes, and even the beard is messy like grass.
It can be said that the old man's beard, hair, and eyebrows are thick enough to cover most of his facial features. It is not known how many years he has lived, and whether he has never cut off his hair, eyebrows, or even beard since he was born.
The aroma of barbecue slowly swayed in from outside the house, the old man's big round nose, which was faintly visible in his beard and hair, twitched several times, his closed eyes opened a little, and his sleepy eyes were hazy.
"What smells so delicious?"
The old man slowly opened his eyes, which were full of whites, but he couldn't find the black dot pupils, as if he didn't have vision.
He is the patriarch of the clan. He has a long lifespan and is over five hundred years old. Every once in a while, he has to sleep for at least half a month, so that his body functions can simulate a state of hibernation, and sometimes he will even sleep for a month.
He never gets up late, not early.
This time, he woke up three days earlier than the minimum standard, which is extremely rare.
The old man struggled to straighten his body on the bed, letting his feet touch the ground. Those legs looked like shriveled balloons, even a little skinny.
There are two bulging thick muscles on the legs of the Zhuzu people, which look like two ham sausages that have been swelled several times. This peculiar physical sign is most obvious in the middle-aged people of the Zhuzu people.
The old man's legs are different, with piles of skin folds, it seems that as he gets older, what should be lost will never be kept, and will be mercilessly taken away by time.
He picked up the bone crutch leaning against the bed, leaned on his body, let his long pale hair drag on the ground, raised his eyebrows, and pointed directly at the place where the fragrance came from, he could faintly hear commotion.
"Are those bastards messing around with something again?"
The pleasant aroma tickled the tip of his nose, which made the old man go out of the house with a stomach bug.
The faint starlight poured down, matching the large red stone slabs, decorating the deserted and narrow grotto.
Twenty middle-aged men from each family were lying on the ground, arranged in a fan shape, each with a flat stone slab on their feet, and burned the slate red with their hot feet.
On both sides of the fan-shaped stone slab, there are clansmen holding long strips of meat, staring at the many slices of meat that sizzled on the stone slab, and smelling the aroma that is close at hand, their stomachs growl.
Luo drummed up his thoughts, pulled a piece of tenderloin from the air, and under the watchful eyes of many clansmen, it was separated into pieces of thin meat of the same size in seconds, and every operation could cause commotion.
Sitting or standing around, on the wall, on the wall, or even on the shoulders of people, people from each clan formed a standard onlooker queue.
On the outermost edge, there is a clansman who is relatively short, and the nearby commanding heights have been seized by others. He can only rub around the edge of the team, wanting to see his magical ability.
The patriarch came quietly behind that person, stretched out his hand and patted that person's shoulder lightly.
The man patted the patriarch's hand away impatiently, and continued to probe his head, trying to see something through the gaps in the crowd.
The patriarch looked at his hand that was patted back, and stretched out to pat it again.
The man turned his head in displeasure, and saw the patriarch staring at him silently, opened his mouth and fell silent.
"It's very lively, what's going on inside?" The patriarch's smile was covered by a lush beard.
The man blinked his eyelids, and suddenly let out an incredible cry.
"The patriarch is awake!"
The sound of full lung capacity spread throughout the crowd at the speed of light, causing a horrifying reaction from the blockbuster.
"What? The patriarch is actually awake?"
"Three days or five days early? It's over, is the clan's longevity limit approaching?"
"Fuck you, don't curse the patriarch.
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There was a lot of noise because it was unscientific for the patriarch to wake up early.
Seeing the terrified reactions of the clansmen, the patriarch squinted his eyes, looking exceptionally calm.
"Is it over?"
The patriarch looked at the clansman who called out.
The clansman smiled awkwardly and said, "It's over."
"Yes." The patriarch nodded and said lightly, "Then can you answer my question?"
"That..." The clansman scratched his head and said in embarrassment, "I don't know very well either."
The patriarch sighed softly, lifted his bone crutches and tapped the ground, and said, "Why don't you get out of the way?"
As if being pardoned, the clansman quickly stepped aside, his actions triggered a chain reaction, the surrounding crowd automatically moved out of the way, so that the patriarch could see Luo who was busy at once.
Bisji and Dongba were also there, and Bruna huddled on Bisji's shoulders. They noticed the obvious commotion, but they couldn't understand what the people said. Walking slowly with a cane.
The members of the clan looked at the old man with respect, even if they didn't look at it, Bi Siji and the others could tell that the old man was the patriarch.
The patriarch first looked at Bisiji and Dongba who were sitting on the ground, a little bit of astonishment flashed in the slits of their eyes, and then looked at Luo who was using his mind to assist the barbecue, his expression gradually became startled.
A corner of the dust-laden memory has been lifted.
Finally, he noticed Bruna on Bisji's shoulder again, and fell into complete silence.
Luo also noticed the arrival of the patriarch, but he didn't get distracted, and kept paying attention to the fire. After all, opening twenty stone slabs in a row requires a high degree of concentration.
The fragrance gradually rose, attracting everyone to indulge in it.
Luo's barbecue opened a door in their taste world.
The patriarch's round nose twitched, making a moan like a mosquito.
That would be a super fancy roast.
He thought so, then paced, his long hair dragging several meters on the ground.
The tribe-by-clan personnel lying on the ground worked hard and kept getting hot. They were the closest and the most coveted.
After about five minutes, the barbecue was finished. With a wave of his hand, Luo Yang moved the roasted meat slices around in the air, but he saw each and every one of the clansmen grab the hot slices of meat with their bare hands and stuff them into their mouths calmly.
Luo deliberately left a bowl and handed it to the patriarch.
Not far away, Bruna heard the wind and slowly floated towards Luo and the patriarch. She knew what she should do in a while.
The patriarch glanced at the hot barbecue in the bowl, and his bowels started to grow, but he didn't reach out. He looked away, looked at Luo, and said with emotion: "I haven't seen an outsider for a long time."
Luo understood the language he spoke. It was an ancient lingua franca that hadn't been completely improved, and it was good enough for communication.
The word "outsider", spoken from the mouth of the patriarch, represents the identity from the outside world.
Luo was stunned. Just as he was about to say something, the patriarch continued: "You guys are very strange."
At this time, Bruna landed on Luo's shoulders, and she didn't know that Luo and the patriarch could communicate without her tentacles.