Secret Plot

Jiang Xuan rushed outside and realized that more than 10 huge mosquitoes had already flown above the bamboo house and were circling around it.

In the forest to the south, more than 50 Mosquito Tribe warriors had appeared. The Chief, Tiger Mosquito, sized up the Vine Tribe coldly.

In the Mosquito Tribe's hunting team, more than 20 people were one-color warriors. There were more than 30 ordinary warriors with rich hunting experience. The Chief, Tiger Mosquito, was a powerful three-color warrior. His overall strength was very powerful.

On the Vine Tribe's side, there were only five one-color warriors and 11 vagabonds. They were at an absolute disadvantage.

Because Sweet Pine had lost an arm, he could not be considered a real warrior. However, he held a stone spear and stood firmly with Jiang Xuan and the others.

Tiger Mosquito looked at the totem patterns of the Vine Tribe on the huge rock and sneered. "With so few people and two dilapidated houses, can you be considered a tribe?"

The Mosquito Tribe warrior at the side echoed, "That's right. I thought there was a big tribe here. I didn't expect to find a few dreamers. Hahaha…"

The other Mosquito Tribe warriors laughed. Clearly, this extremely small tribe was a joke in their eyes.

When the members of the Vine Tribe heard these words, they were furious.

As someone who had lived two lives, Jiang Xuan had heard even harsher words, so he was calmer than the others.

When he noticed the three horizontal lines on Tiger Mosquito's face, he knew that he was a powerful three-color warrior. He was an enemy they could not defeat at all.

As the saying went, as long as there was life, there was hope. Jiang Xuan immediately gave up on the idea of risking his life and thought about how to escape.

It was definitely impossible to run away directly. They stood in the open space. As long as they dared to turn around and run, the Mosquito Tribe would throw spears at them. The Vine Tribe would definitely suffer heavy casualties.

He had to think of a way to stall them and enter the bamboo forest to have a chance to escape to the bottom of the stone mountain and seek the protection of the ancient vine.

The only thing Jiang Xuan was not sure about was the attack range of the ancient vine. Therefore, the closer he was to the stone mountain, the safer it was theoretically.

While Jiang Xuan was thinking of a way to escape, Tiger Mosquito was sizing up Jiang Xuan and the others.

Tiger Mosquito discovered that this small tribe's members were actually relatively strong. They did not have the sallow and thin faces that were caused by prolonged hunger.

He immediately concluded that this small tribe should have a lot of food stashed away.

As for where the food came from, he didn't care as long as he could snatch it.

Tiger Mosquito said coldly, "Hand over all your food to the Mosquito Tribe. I can consider not killing you."

When they heard that they had to hand over all the food, the people from the Vine Tribe immediately panicked.

To the tribesmen, food was their lifeblood. Asking them to hand over all of it was worse than killing them.

Those who had not experienced long-term hunger could not understand the tribal people's obsession with food.

However, Jiang Xuan immediately said, "Alright, as long as you don't kill anyone, I can give you food."

Sweet Pine said anxiously, "Chief, we can't leave it to them!"

Jiang Xuan held Sweet Pine's hand and looked at him. He whispered, "Trust me!"

Sweet Pine gritted his teeth and finally took a step back, but his grip on the stone spear tightened.

Tiger Mosquito glanced at the young Jiang Xuan and said disdainfully, "Kid, are you the chief?"

"That's right. I'm the chief of the Vine Tribe," Jiang Xuan replied calmly.

A warrior of the Mosquito Tribe laughed and said, "A vagabond is a vagabond. Choosing a young man to be the chief, hahaha…"

The other Mosquito Tribe warriors also laughed as if they had heard a huge joke.

Tiger Mosquito observed the expressions of the other members of the Vine Tribe and realized that they were really looking at Jiang Xuan. Clearly, Jiang Xuan was not lying.

Tiger Mosquito said, "Since you're the chief, hand over all the food here."

Tiger Mosquito stared at Jiang Xuan like a poisonous snake and said, word by word, "Remember, I'm talking about all the food. If I find out that you're hiding food later, everyone will die!"

"Of course. The food is in the bamboo house. I'll bring them out."

Jiang Xuan agreed without hesitation. Then he waved his hand and asked everyone to retreat into the bamboo house. He did not dare to turn around at all. He could only look at the people of the Mosquito Tribe and retreat step by step.

The Vine Tribe members hesitated. At the critical moment, Chi Shao stood up and said to everyone, "Listen to the Chief."

Everyone looked at each other and finally chose to believe Jiang Xuan and Chi Shao. They retreated and entered the bamboo house.

Tiger Mosquito stood where he was and watched calmly as the members of the Vine Tribe retreated into the bamboo house.

Then he waved his hand and more than 50 warriors of the Mosquito Tribe quickly surrounded the bamboo house, not giving them a chance to escape.

In the bamboo house, 15 pairs of eyes looked at Jiang Xuan in unison. They were waiting for Jiang Xuan's next instructions.

Jiang Xuan looked outside and urged in a low voice, "Tunnel, tunnel!"

Hearing Jiang Xuan's words, the eyes of Chi Shao and the others lit up.

They had actually forgotten about the escape tunnel they had dug earlier.

More than two months ago, Jiang Xuan was worried that the tribe would be attacked, so he dug a tunnel in the bamboo house.

At first, this tunnel was not deep and could only hide people. Later, Jiang Xuan felt that this was not safe, so he continued to dig deeper into the bamboo forest in front of the stone mountain.

The entrance to the tunnel was under the bamboo bed in the small room where Chi Shao slept. If one did not lift the bamboo bed, one would not be able to discover it.

"Follow me."

Chi Shao grabbed a ready-made torch and, after lighting it in the fire pit, ran into the room. She lifted the bamboo bed to reveal a dark tunnel entrance.

Without hesitation, she raised her torch and entered the tunnel. She waved for the vagabonds to follow.

Hook Vine, Stone Loach, and South Star also took a torch each. After lighting them, they entered the tunnel.

Jiang Xuan was the last to enter the tunnel. He placed the bamboo bed back down and covered the entrance of the tunnel.

The group passed through a long tunnel and entered the dense bamboo forest. After emerging from another tunnel, they quickly ran towards the stone mountain.

On the other side, Tiger Mosquito waited outside for a while and realized that there was no movement inside. He immediately became suspicious.

"Let's go in and take a look!"

Tiger Mosquito waved his hand, and two hunting warriors immediately rushed into the bamboo house.

However, when they realized that the bamboo house was empty, they were immediately dumbfounded.

One of them immediately ran out of the bamboo house and shouted, "Leader, there's no one inside!"

"Impossible!"

Tiger Mosquito did not believe that anyone could escape under the siege. He held a stone knife and immediately rushed into the bamboo house.

In the bamboo house, everything looked normal. The flames in the fire pit were still burning, and there was even a lot of smoked meat hanging above the fire pit.

However, there was no one. It was as if the people of the Vine Tribe had suddenly vaporized. There was no trace of them at all.

Tiger Mosquito was in disbelief at first, then he flew into a rage. "Find them!"

The Mosquito Tribe warriors outside also rushed in and knocked over everything in the bamboo house, including the bamboo beds.

After a carpet search, the bamboo bed in Chi Shao's room was lifted. The tunnel entrance was exposed to them.

"Chief, there's a hole here!" the first person to discover the tunnel immediately reported.

Tiger Mosquito immediately ran over and looked at the dark hole. He gritted his teeth and said, "So they escaped through the hole!"

Tiger Mosquito felt the humiliation of being played out. This feeling made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Chase, kill these damn vagabonds!"

"Yes!"

Under the leadership of Tiger Mosquito, these Mosquito Tribe warriors took a few burning firewood from the fire pit and entered the tunnel. They gritted their teeth and gave chase, vowing to kill everyone from the Vine Tribe.