Survival of Prehistoric Widows [Farming] - Chapter 65

After the coldest season in the cold season passed, Lu Er’s belly felt bigger and bigger every day.

Counting the days, Jiao and the others should almost be back.

Despite his confidence in Diagon’s strength, Lu Yan couldn’t help but worry. In addition, when I was pregnant, I had a bad appetite. I could hardly eat and swallow these days, and I lost a lot of weight quickly.

Hongyun used a lot of thought to make delicious food, and Lu Yan couldn’t eat two bites, so he could only drink some light millet porridge.

Other people who cared about Lu Er were anxious to see Lu Er’s skinny appearance, but Lu Er himself was relatively calm.

Taking into account the little kid in his stomach, Lu Ling tried his best to eat more—the food couldn’t be eaten, so he used spiritual water to temporarily cultivate some fresh fruits and vegetables to start a small stove.

Although he was thinner, he was still under Lu Er’s control.

It’s just that the thoughts of that straightforward orc can’t be controlled.

Sometimes Lu Li leaned at the door to relax, and could see Lie sweeping the snow in the yard coldly, knowing that Lie must also be worried about Yong’s safety.

In the days when Jiao was absent, Lu Er’s sleep quality returned to the previous state-he slept very heavily in the middle of the night, and easily wakes up in the second.

In the middle of the night, he felt dimly that someone had suddenly entered the house. He propped up his upper body in a daze, but he heard a familiar gentle voice: “Sleep again.”

This voice gave him an infinite sense of peace of mind, which made Lu Yan lie down again obediently, seeing that he was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, a jealous spirit woke up and suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the Kang.

There stood a familiar silver-haired orc with snow that had not completely melted in his hair, the same color as the silver-white hair, and a little apologize on his familiar face.

“Corner, are you back?”

Lu Lin subconsciously stretched out his hand and was grasped by Jiao Yi.

Jiao sat on the kang, stared at Lu Er’s obviously thinner face, and said distressedly: “Why have you lost so much?”

Lu Er looked up and down the corners, and found that there was no blood or wounds on his body, and his expression was not weak except for a little fatigue, and he was a little relieved.

Hearing Jiao’s concern, Lu Yan’s heart warmed: “Don’t worry, I asked White Beard, and White Beard said he was thin when he was pregnant with courage.”

It’s okay not to mention this. When he mentions the white beard, Jiao’s face suddenly changes slightly.

Lu Er noticed that Jiao’s mood was a little wrong, and he immediately raised his heart: “What’s the matter? The arrest of the envoy did not go smoothly?”

Did something happen?

“No, the man was captured well. The strength is weaker than we thought.” Jiao shook his head, hesitated, and sighed, “It’s the identity of this divine envoy… someone known from the tribe.”

Lu Wei was stunned for a moment: “I know from the tribe?”

“Yeah.” Jiao turned his head and glanced at the door of the room, his voice was low, “It’s Yong’s father.”

…

When it was dark, several key personnel of the Redwood tribe had already learned that Jiao and his party had returned.

This time the capture of the envoy was a complete success. The strength of the envoy was not very strong. Under the combined force of the war and the horns, the envoy was captured alive and the whole person came back. The other orcs have suffered so many days of freezing. Apart from that, Qiu was unscathed.

But everyone’s looks are very ugly.

There is nothing more unacceptable to be an enemy than a tribe partner of the past.

Yong, in particular, has been in a trance and has difficulty accepting reality when he arrives at the tribe.

On the way that Lu Wei was supported by the corner, he had already heard the corner talk about the situation at that time.

After discovering that the person they were about to arrest was his father, Yong was completely stupid, and stood there blankly; while the envoy saw Yong know him, he turned around and wanted to run.

Jiao couldn’t tell whether he was Yong’s father, and jumped directly from the snow to catch up.

The beast of the divine envoy was really a leopard, and his strength was much stronger than that of ordinary orcs, but it still couldn’t match the combined power of Horn and Zhan, and was quickly arrested.

After careful identification, the orcs of the Redwood tribe confirmed that the envoy was indeed Yong’s father.

Yong’s father was called Gang. He broke his leg accidentally during hunting and couldn’t go out hunting. He could only rely on Baibeu and Yong to take care of him. He dragged his broken leg and left alone one night, not wanting to hurt his family.

When food is not enough, this kind of thing often happens in various tribes.

Although Shirasu and Yong were sad, they had no choice but to accept this fact. Therefore, when Yong fractured, Baixu and Yong were desperate, but fortunately, Lu Wei came to the rescue.

The Mahogany Tribe basically regards it as having just passed away-an orc with a broken leg is in the wild alone, and there is almost no hope of survival.

I didn’t expect to see Gang now!

But what is strange is that Gang himself seems to not remember Yonghe Redwood tribe at all.

After the arrest, Gang seemed to be totally unaware of the Redwood tribe and his son Yong. He only glanced up and down the corner with dark green eyes, with strong desire and greed in his eyes.

He didn’t feel anything when Jiao called him “just”.

Not long after Jiao came to the Redwood Tribe, he left right away, so he had no feelings for Gang, but Gu Jiyong didn’t beat him on the spot, but interrogated him carefully.

Just looking at the corner, he said coldly, “Give me the heart of life, and I will tell you.”

It’s like this all the way back.

They caught the envoy for the first time, and of course they couldn’t let it go for nothing, so they brought him back first. Temporarily knocked Gang out on the road to prevent him from finding the position of the Redwood Tribe.

Now they are still entangled, do you want to tell Shirahige.

They gathered in Qianlie’s house. After receiving the news, Lie took the lead to walk to Yong’s side, gently embraced his shoulders, and silently expressed his comfort.

Yong subconsciously grasped Lie’s sweater, as if he had found the backbone.

After Lu Er came over, everyone subconsciously gave him a position so that he could sit on the Kang smoothly. Afterwards, the orcs belonging to the Redwood Tribe all looked at Lu Nei with expectant eyes, hoping that Lu Nei could provide some suggestions.

“Now there are two possibilities. One is that something happened and I forgot everyone; the other is that… he was not just.”

Listening to Jiao’s description along the way, Lu Wei understood the general situation. He pondered for a while and looked at Yong carefully, “Yong, can you be sure that he is your father?”

Yong woke up from the trance state, and subconsciously replied: “Yes, one of the scars on his body was accidentally made when I was learning hunting when I was a child.”

“It’s not this.” Lu Wei pondered his rhetoric and carefully prompted, “I mean, are you sure that his personality, heart, or soul is Gang himself?”

The horn’s expression suddenly moved, he glanced at Lu Er, and then he drew it away.

Yong didn’t quite understand Lu Er’s meaning, showing a trace of confusion: “What is the soul…?”

“Um… for example, suppose your father is dead-of course I’m just an example.” Lu Yan stroked his stomach and explained patiently, “Then an animal became his appearance, and even used it directly. His corpse is moving. At this time, he is not your father.”

Yong’s expression slowly changed, and the hand holding Lie’s sweater gradually tightened.

“But did he deliberately pretend not to know you, really completely forgot about you, or is it another person… We can’t tell, and he needs the person closest to him to judge.”

Even if a person really loses his memory, the traces between lifestyle habits and actions will not become completely different. The body also has its own memory.

Sometimes these actions can only be distinguished by loved ones.

At first, Lu Er was worried that he was found out by Teng that he was not really green ears, but gradually he discovered that there were still some traces of green ears left on this body, and many of his small movements were different from those of himself in modern society.

It is also these small details that did not make others doubt.

Yong was silent for a while, his expression slightly sad: “I don’t feel like…but I don’t remember it clearly.”

He was a child when he first left.

Jiao glanced at Lu Er, his expression faintly worried, and turned his head to ask Yong: “Then…what about the white beard?”

For white beard to recognize, it must be told about the white beard.

Regardless of whether the divine envoy is gangster or not, the damage to the white beard cannot be avoided.

Seeing Yong’s entanglement, Lu Yan tapped his chin lightly and thought for a while, before finally speaking, “Yong, this matter should be decided by Baixu.”

Yong raised his head and looked at each other with Lie, seeing clear support in Lie’s lead gray eyes, opened his mouth, and clenched his fists: “Okay, I’ll go and tell my father.”

…

The envoy who was suspected of Gang was imprisoned in the pigpen.

At the beginning, they allocated many pens to the pigsty. Later, the pigs raised by each household were not so full. Even if Lu Er’s new sheep were brought over together, there were still a few empty rooms.

Baixu went in for about half an hour before he opened the tent and came out.

Yong greeted him with concern, and looked at the expression of Baibeard worriedly.

Baixu’s face was a little bit sad, but it was more resentful. He patted Yong’s hand before looking at Lu Yan and said with confidence, “That person is not Gang.”

He and Gang Gang have been married for so many years, and they are very familiar with everything about Gang. The body of the person in the pigpen is indeed exactly the same as Gang, but the personality, habits, and movements are completely different from Gang.

Bai Xu thought he would never admit his mistakes.

The sadness on his face stems from a confirmation of the result—just indeed, he really left the world. But now, I don’t know what is entrenching Gang’s body, making Gang’s body unable to rest in peace.

Lu Er and Jiao glanced at each other, and both saw the confirmation in each other’s eyes.

Knowing that the person inside was not their former relative and partner, the original complex emotions of the Redwood tribe of shock, joy, and guilt quickly turned into anger and fear.

Although the orcs have no funeral culture, and they can’t talk about the respect and love for the corpse of the dead, but an unknown thing occupying the corpse of their former companions, do not know how many bad things they have done, how to keep them angry?

Going further… how did that inexplicable thing occupy Gang’s corpse? Can it occupy a living person? Are they in danger?

Seeing the different expressions of everyone, Lu Ling lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head to look at the corner: “I want to see that envoy.”

Jiao was taken aback, his eyes widened, and refused without thinking: “No, it’s too dangerous!”

Who knows what weird tricks that **** envoy has!

Lu Er looked at him gently: “Jiao, you know why I want to see him.”

How is the divine envoy usurping Gang’s body similar to the body he borrowed from the green ears when he came to this world? Maybe a conversation with the envoy can solve the question that Lu Er has been puzzled:

——Why did he travel to this world?