Farming in the Beast World and Building Infrastructure - MTL BL

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☆ 12. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

When the leader saw the witch, he hurriedly approached him, stretched out his hand to hold the other man's arm and entered the cave.

By the firelight, Zhang Shuguang could clearly see the mark between the other person's eyebrows. It was a six-pointed star pattern, and he didn't know what color it was.

He suddenly realized that no wonder Mangjiu decided that he was not a witch. It turned out that witches had obvious marks just like orcs.

After that, he was full of joy. Fortunately, he knew in his heart not to talk nonsense. If he was said to be a witch, Mang Jiu would probably expose him as a liar.

Zhang Shuguang sniffed and out of the corner of his eye saw Mang Jiu put down the stick in his hand and walked towards Wu.

It can be seen that the people of this tribe respect this old witch very much.

After Wu entered the cave, he looked at the fire in the cave with a smile on his face, and then looked up at Zhang Shuguang. With eyes full of kindness, he raised his hand and waved, "Come, let me see you." Zhang Shuguang blinked

. First, he glanced at Mang Jiu and saw that he nodded to him, then he took two steps forward and stood in front of Wu.

The old man raised his face and stared at him intently. Zhang Shuguang smiled slightly at him.

No one spoke, they could only hear the crackling sound beside the fire, and the faint smell of roasted potatoes.

Zhang Shuguang felt a little uncomfortable when he saw him, but he didn't know how to break the strange atmosphere.

"What's your name?" Wu stretched out his wrinkled hand and took Zhang Shuguang's wrist. His hand was very thin, as skinny as his whole body.

His hands were still cold and the palms were rough. They were the hands of an old man who had done a lot of labor.

Zhang Shuguang was very calm and replied: "My name is Shuguang."

Wu nodded slightly, "My name is Wu Ming."

Zhang Shuguang was actually not sure about the old witch's attitude towards him. He had a strange feeling. After all, he He was an outsider, and he directly taught other people the witchcraft skills. According to normal operation, this old witch should have doubts about himself and have a critical attitude.

But no, Wu Ming's attitude was very calm, and even gave people the feeling of being treated like an equal.

Zhang Shuguang sniffed again. To be honest, this cave felt chilly at night even if there was a fire, especially when they were standing near the entrance of the cave.

"Well, how about we sit down and talk? I'm a little cold." Not wanting to make his thin little body even more cold, he finished speaking, tilted his head and covered his mouth and sneezed.

Mang Jiu frowned, nodded to a few people, then turned around and left the cave. After a while, he came back with a piece of animal skin in his hand and handed it to Zhang Shuguang.

Zhang Shuguang glanced at him unexpectedly and thanked him after taking it.

He huddled by the fire, held the sleeping kitten in his arms, and covered himself with animal skins, making his whole body look like a ball of hair.

Several people sat by the fire. The old man Wu Ming was next to Zhang Shuguang. He looked down at the furry head that poked out from his arms. He stretched out his finger and tapped it gently, "You can find the cubs of the giant cat tribe. You are very lucky." Lucky."