Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Treating the earth as home, twisting your body left and right, you ran forward.

The people behind were bending down and struggling to follow. I don’t know how long it took before the space in front of them was raised. Everyone stood up straight, some secretly massaging their waists.

Very sore.

"We're here." Datu's voice was muffled.

When the others saw the scene ahead, no matter how much smiles they had, their smiles were put on hold.

A cave was dug underground, with some wooden doors embedded in the earth wall. What would follow would be Datu's house.

After counting, there were not many houses.

With one glance, you can count all the people in this cave.

There were less than 20 people, and all of them were very short and lean.

Several of them must be young children of the Houtu tribe. They are no taller than Lu Yun's calves, and their bodies are so skinny that you can see the protruding bones on their chests.

One of them was sitting on the ground, hugging his body, with no flesh on his skinny arms.

A pair of eyes, gray, like a dead mist.

The eyes in the eye sockets moved very slowly, numbly and indifferently, showing no reaction at all to the appearance of tall humans like them.

A faint aura of death lingered around these children. Without much inspection, it was known that these children would not live long.

"You wait."

Datu carefully looked at the monks, and after seeing their calm and shocked eyes, he exhaled slightly, and then walked towards one of the children.

"Little stone, here you go."

He took out a intact spiritual fruit, which was only the size of an adult's hand, and placed it in the child's hand. It was almost too big to lift.

The other party didn't have any strength at all, so he still needed Datu to help him hold the fruit.

The child who was called Little Stone slowly raised his head to look at Datu, his dull eyes staring at Datu, discerning something.

It was a long time before he spoke.

"Datu...brother." A low voice, a call, took all his strength.

"What is this?" The fruit in his palm was sweet and juicy, and the smell entered his lungs along his nose. Xiao Shitou felt that the pain in his body seemed to have dissipated a lot.

There was saliva in his mouth, and his eyes were blank as he looked at Datu.

"It's good food, eat it quickly."

Datu had a sullen face and turned his back to everyone. His expression could not be seen, but it was not difficult to feel Datu's sadness from his words.

Think about how Datu put things away so carefully before.

It turns out that it’s not that I don’t want to eat it, but I want to leave it to these children.

Dadu's actions attracted the attention of the rest of the Houtu tribe. The aroma of the spiritual fruit was particularly attractive, and several adult Houtu tribesmen couldn't keep their eyes away from it.

But they didn't say anything, but continued to curl up, hug themselves, and endure.

Under the messy hair, a pair of eyes followed him involuntarily, the faint light flickering and then disappearing.

"For the children, the babies."

Lu Yun heard one of the Houtu women whisper these words.

Her eyes fell on a young child.

It is a female doll, very small, with a pair of very big eyes on a sallow face. The eyes that should be round and beautiful are embedded in the cheeks that are too thin and have no flesh, which is abrupt and scary.

"There are also small flowers."

Datu walked to the female doll, took out a piece of fruit and handed it to her.

"Come on, open your mouth and take a bite." He coaxed.

The little flower's eyes moved slowly, and it took a while to understand what it meant, then she opened her mouth and bit the fruit.

With just one bite, the outer skin of the fruit was broken.

She didn't taste the pulp, but the juice entered the little flower's mouth along the broken skin.

That kind of sweetness makes the little flower's eyes whimper.

"It's delicious, right? Brother Datu won't lie to you." He said, wiped his eyes, and quickly distributed the rest of the things in his hand to the others.

He finally walked to someone.That's an old man.

The hair is gray, the face is wrinkled, one eye is open, and a gray film covers the pupil, making the other person's eyes invisible.

"Dad, you eat too."

The last thing he took out was a piece of fruit that had been chewed by Dadi, and he put it to the old man's mouth.

The old man didn't say anything and took a bite as Dadu wanted.

In addition to the unique fruity aroma, the spiritual power contained in the spiritual fruit nourishes the bodies of these thick-earth people.

The monk stood not far away, watching this scene quietly, his eyes touched.

For them, many of those spiritual fruits are just daily fruits, not worth mentioning as something to be used as a sacrificial offering.

They also looked down upon the spiritual power contained in it.

But the thing they looked down on, here, under the ground, became these people's life-saving straw.

Spiritual power enters the bodies of the Houtu people, and the gentle power improves the physical body.

Small changes can help these people live longer.

In the quiet cave, only Dadi's shout kept ringing.

Little stones, little flowers, little green grass, little white clouds, little birds...

This is the name of those children, casual and rustic. This kind of name is also called "mean name" in human history. It is said that people with such names will be better able to support themselves.

It’s hard to know whether it’s true or not, but Dadi hopes so.

In the quiet cave below, the only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of those people gnawing on the fruit.

Those people eat the fruit very slowly, not because they cherish it too much, but because their bodies do not allow them to swallow it in large mouths.

"What did you... eat before?" Qi Yun couldn't bear to ask Dadu.

Even though Daitu uses different powers from them, in the end it can be attributed to the same kind of people who set out to practice.

Even the old man could feel the power fluctuations.

But those children were too ordinary.

That kind of ordinaryness is the kind of ordinaryness that cannot have great power in life.

Because they are born with imperfections.

This kind of disability cuts off the possibility of them having strength, and it also means that their lives will become extremely fragile.

Monks can live fast, but these children cannot. Their fragile lives require food to maintain.

But judging from Da Tu's attitude, they were afraid that they would be out of food.

"What to eat?"

After hearing Qi Yun's words, Da Tu smiled softly.

He glanced at everyone, then grabbed the loess on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Eat dirt."

"There is also tree bark, well...but after the old monster woke up, he didn't even have to eat the tree bark."

"Here, other animals dare not come in, and we can't get out."

"I can only...eat dirt."

Weird emphasis, with undisguised hatred.

He stared at the many monks with red eyes and smiled dryly.

"Did you guess it?"

Everyone was silent about this.

Guess?
Guess what?
I guess Datu appeared on purpose, was caught by them on purpose, and deliberately threw out bait to bring them here.

Yes, after seeing the situation here, they guessed what Dadi wanted to do.

He wanted them to save the Houtu people.