Monster Collector [Unlimited]

Obviously he was still on campus one second, and it was early morning in the next second, and he was sitting in front of the mirror, with his hair tied by someone who didn't know what was behind him.

Xie Changli didn't yell immediately, but calmly began to judge his surroundings.

He is in a room. To be precise, it should be a house made of wood. There is no modern home appliance, including electric lights, and the light is all relying on the candles above the head.

The mirror reflected his current appearance, or his original face, wearing soft clothes made of unknown animal fur, his left shoulder was exposed, and pictures and texts that he could not distinguish were drawn on it.

It seems to be intertwined with several animal totems, including tiger, deer, eagle and so on.

Xie Changli used his known knowledge to discern carefully for a while and then came to a conclusion.

"If your father and mother are still there, they will definitely feel relieved by this scene." The person behind him suddenly spoke.

At this time, Xie Changli's black hair hanging behind his back was separated into two separate strands, braided into thin braids, and coiled behind his head. The person behind him was slowly sticking two white floral flowers onto his hair.

Xie Changli made a slightly sad expression at the right time: "It should."

The process of obtaining the information next was so easy that he did not expect it.

The woman behind him was like a standard guide NPC in the game. Immediately after he said that sentence, he began to sigh, explaining his current identity clearly.

"That's great, I think you will become a great witch," the woman with a kind voice said in a low voice, "The witch is the spokesperson of our gods walking on the earth, the guide of our tribe, and the leader of the traitors." The judge is the guardian of the ancient tree."

"Before your grandmother was supposed to be the next witch, but she loved freedom more than the forest. After finishing her studies, she chose to stay in the city. We respect her choice," the woman sighed, "but now We need a new witch."

"My mother..." Xie Changli continued to show a sad expression.

The woman gently hugged his shoulders, the white fur stuck to his neck, soft and comfortable, as if with a warm body temperature: "It's okay, they just turned into stars in the sky, the new leaves of the mother tree, watch here You continue on your way."

It seems that "I" should be the heir of the new witches in this tribe. My mother has the blood of witches, but she refused to take over and went away to marry and have children. Then one day my father and mother both died. The "I" of the bloodline was brought back to the tribe and continued to undertake the work of the mother's family.

It can be seen from completing my studies and staying in the city that I am still in the modern age and have not traveled to primitive tribes all at once.

Xie Changli heaved a sigh of relief, and slightly raised his head to look at the woman behind him. She was about 50 years old, her eyes were full of wrinkles, she was covered with white fur, and her hands were rough but warm.

For some reason, Xie Changli always felt that the white fur made him uneasy.

"It's just the last step." The woman smiled and took out the white silk, and gently covered his eyes.

Xie Changli blinked his eyes, this piece of satin only restricted his sensitivity to light, but it didn't completely deprive him of his ability to see things, leaving a hazy shadow in front of his eyes.

A rough and warm hand gently brushed his forehead: "Qi Tian, ​​you have to feel the world Qi Tian with your heart, and let the mother tree accept you. This is the last step you need to take before officially becoming a witch."

The woman's voice was full of nostalgia: "It looks good, just like your grandma back then."

Where Xie Changli couldn't see, the number of barrages increased rapidly:

"Congratulations to Meiren Xie for unlocking the new skin - Tribal New Witch! If there is something around, please kick me, I'll explode!"

"You don't have to dream about the ones upstairs. I will book as many as you have."

"My wife...hehe...blindfolded..."

Of course, a lot of popularity also brings inevitable leverage:

"That's it? Judah card? Those who don't know think it's Daji card."

"A vase that relies on face?"

Xie Changli felt a chill inexplicably, but he couldn't find any peeping eyes, and the woman in front of him helped him stand up from the wooden chair, and chatted familiarly: "I don't know that such a beautiful witch will be in the future." Which girl do you like, Xiao Xie, do you have someone you like now?"

Xie Changli was taken aback for a moment, and immediately replied: "No."

When he heard this question, a tall figure seemed to be vaguely outlined in his mind.

It might not be a pretty girl, Xie Changli thought.

He's already vaguely aware of his sexuality, but that doesn't seem like a big deal to an orphan.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

There was a sound of knocking on the wall outside the house, and the curtain at the door was pulled up, and a tall and strong man with bronze skin and tribal totems on his body stood at the door: "Wu, the guests are here."

guest?

Xie Changli thought it was an exchange between tribes or a visit from a government department, but the next second he heard the man in front of him laugh silly: "The rainy season is over, and now our resort finally has tourists again."

Xie Changli, who is full of schemes and calculations to exchange benefits: ...

Primitive tribal-style resorts, are you spending so much money now?

After passing through the winding and muddy mountain road, the bus stopped and went, and finally passed through the dense and complex mountain forest. The eyes suddenly opened up, and the tribal village in front could be seen from a distance.

It was a house built of pure wood one after another, and there were tree houses made of vines on the trees further away.

A large wooden sculpture stands in the center of the village, and in front of it is a huge bonfire that has already been lit. Two teams of adult men, with their upper bodies bare and dressed in ethnic costumes, are dancing enthusiastically around the bonfire.

Next to them, two musicians from the tribe were beating a drum made of unknown material, and the sound of the drum was transmitted all the way to the bus in the distance, full of enthusiasm.

"Okay, we're going to the Primitive Forest Resort now. The villagers already know we're coming, and they're welcoming us guests with the highest etiquette of their tribe." The tour guide said excitedly, "This dance is called..."

Xia Shen didn't see any tribal style. If he had to say it, it was similar to the so-called primitive style dances circulated on social networks. He didn't know if it was a real tribal tradition or just learned and sold.

The two people sitting in the front seat were very interested, watching carefully with binoculars.

Both of them were dressed in suits and leather shoes, and their beer bellies were as tall as they were pregnant in August, but one was taller and the other was shorter, so they could barely fit in the seat.

"The development here is really good," the tall man said with emotion, "I remember that ten years ago, this place was still a virgin forest, and wild boars ran down the mountain from time to time to destroy the fields. It was also developed by Shengjing Company at that time. good."

"Hey, their Shengjing company is in the tourism industry, but this," the person next to him raised his thumbs up, "Primitive forest resorts arrange the local aborigines, promote tourism, and protect the forest to the greatest extent, yes good."

The man sitting in front who looked to be the boss of Shengjing Company was equally slick and smiled humbly: "Where is it, it is thanks to the general who approved the land for me, and thanks to the two who lobbied for me in front of the general. "

A series of mutual compliments among middle-aged people kicked off like this: "This is also..."

Xia Shen still felt deeply bored.

The teammates around him were more serious about this mission than him, and while listening to the various chatter, they quickly jotted down some key points in their notebooks.

After a while, he used his right elbow to poke the silent boss beside him, and whispered his guess: "Could there be some murder when the resort was developed back then? Maybe the first few were The first to die."

Xia Shen leaned against the window and responded briefly: "Oh."

The teammate was stunned, wishing he could grab him by the collar: "Brother, cheer up, what should you do if you are really attacked suddenly?"

"I'm blocking it." Xia Shen's tone was very flat, but there was a strange force that made people feel at ease.

The teammate hung his head lazily, and said brokenly: "Brother Xia, I know you are very strong, but don't push everything on yourself. Even if I can't beat you, I can help you analyze the situation anyway. It’s one thing that we can fight less and get less injuries, don’t you think so…”

After a few conversations, the vehicle has come to the front of the village, and the tour guide greets everyone to get off the vehicle one by one.

Xia Shen followed behind his teammates, his eyes quickly scanned the entire village, and he already had a rough distribution map of the resort in his mind.

The tourists who came down with them were quite enthusiastic, and soon, under the guidance of the tour guide, they talked with the local villagers in fluent lingua franca.

"I thought there would be some primitive language, but now it really looks like a primitive tribe that was marketed. Maybe these people go back to the city by car after work at night." The teammate couldn't help complaining, "Travel here Is there no one to report all the nonsense in the industry?"

Xia Shen didn't listen to his nagging, and his eyes fell on the child who was timidly hiding behind the village.

Unlike the so-called warriors who were pushed out to greet customers enthusiastically, more old, weak, sick and disabled are still hiding in the house, or leaning against the corner, staring straight at them outsiders.

Each of them is covered with totems, and after a little identification, you can distinguish the signs of classic animals such as tigers, deer and snakes. The painting skills of these totems are quite superb, giving people a sense of vigorous vitality.

I don't know how much better than the cheap paint on these warriors.

At this time, a young girl noticed her child timidly staring at her child in the corner, couldn't help laughing, and squatted in front of her with a candy: "Want some candy?"

"Don't eat." A deep and cold voice sounded, and a tall and strong man stepped out of the shadows, holding the child in his arms, and his cold eyes fell.

The girl's face turned pale in an instant.

"It's okay," the tour guide trotted over to stand between the two of them in a panic, "it's a local custom, children are not allowed to contact outsiders, please be a little more considerate."

"It's interesting." The teammate muttered and wrote down another rule.

The man didn't seem to want to let this matter go, but there was a loud bird song in the distance, and all the muscles in his body immediately relaxed.

Not only him, everyone turned their heads to look deep into the village after the voice appeared.

It was a young man in gorgeous attire, his black hair was simply tied behind his head, dotted with flowers, and the white cloth strips lightly blindfolded his eyes, making his skin as white as snow.

The weird and colorful pictures and texts climbed up his shoulders like vines, submerged into his collarbone, and stretched all the way under his clothes.

Xia Shen only felt that everything was quiet, and in the dark and vast forest, he saw a handful of fresh snow that was about to melt.