"Senior, this is..." Robben looked at the empty wooden barrel with surprise in his eyes.

"Boy, what did you see?"

"I... saw nothing." Robben shook his head, looking confused.

The madman also shook his head gently, "No, boy, take a closer look, what did you see?"

Robben looked at the small wooden barrel with suspicion. The thing was only the thickness of a bamboo, and the outer wall was very thin. It seemed to be used as a tool for special purposes. However, judging from the material and the fineness of the production, it didn't look like a particularly expensive item no matter how hard it was, and...

Finally, Robben even carefully investigated the energy fluctuations inside and outside the barrel, but still found nothing. Instead, a crack was found at the bottom of the barrel. It seemed that this thing had been going through a lot of time and was now completely damaged. Perhaps it would be completely cracked with a light knock on the table.

"Senior, I don't understand." Robben had no choice but to shake his head and said that he had not found anything.

"Are you still not seeing it?"

"Yes, I found nothing except this barrel."

The madman smiled and gently put the barrel aside, "This is correct, there is nothing in this thing."

Alas? Robben muttered in his heart, then do you ask me to take care of it carefully? I thought there was some mystery, but in the end it was a pretentious mystery.

"Boy, do you know what this thing was used for?"

"Once..." With the experience just now, Robben did not think so carefully this time. According to facts, "From the material and fineness of this thing, as its maintenance methods, this thing... seems not to be a tool for storing some very important items, and it is made into this shape, and this thing does not seem to seal both sides at all, perhaps..."

Speaking of this, Robben was a little embarrassed. No matter how you look at this thing, it was not an important object. However, the madman left his sword in the mountain and brought this thing back only. There must be some reason. He said so explicitly that it seemed...

"You want to say that this is actually something indifferent, right?"

Robben scratched his head and had to laugh, "Senior, I am not very smart. If there is any mystery in this thing, you might as well tell me directly."

The madman re-plugs the wooden tube and puts it beside him. He said, "This is the wooden tube of sword score I used when I was learning sword."

Robben's mouth suddenly opened his mouth, and even Nalan, who was drinking with a small sip of wine, was surprised to put down the wine bowl in his hand.

This thing...is something that a lunatic used?

Robben looked at the wooden tube again. If the madman said the truth, then this thing has a history of at least six or seven hundred years, or even longer. As a very ordinary wooden tube, this thing is really well preserved.

Moreover, this is the first time Robben has heard the word "simple score" in this world. Judging from what he sees now, the so-called "sword technique" of the warriors in this world is quite poor. When they fight, they rely on powerful fighting spirit, and use the power of fighting spirit and various illusion methods to make up for their clumsiness in their moves.

But if you think about it carefully, the madman's fighting style is indeed quite strange. He can not only activate cursive power that is very different from others, but also use very superb swordsmanship, which is a real skill, completely different from the current warriors.

"Senior, does this thing... have any special significance?" Robben asked in a low voice.

The madman gently threw the wooden barrel in his hand. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly said, and the bottom of the wooden barrel cracked. The already deformed base suddenly fell off.

Robben and Nalan were both shocked. They didn't expect that this thing would be in trouble now. This was brought back by the madman from all the way!

"Senior!" Robben couldn't help but stand up, afraid that the madman would become crazy for a moment of emotion.

The madman just waved his hand lightly. "It's okay, sit down."

Seeing the madman so calm, Robben became even more uneasy. Since he went to the place where his tribesmen lived in seclusion, his words and deeds have become more and more strange.

"Ah..." The madman sighed leisurely, "Hundreds of years have passed, and this thing has finally been unable to survive. Just like my tribe members... it will disappear from this world."

Gently put the bamboo tube down, the madman said slowly: "There are many rules in our clan. We never leave the place where we live, and we don't leave that mountain. The younger generation has not reached a certain level of strength, and we cannot go to the foot of the mountain. Do you remember the stone steps we went up the mountain?"

"Of course I remember!"

That is our gateway, and there are four gentle residences on the road to the first cap. Every time the strength of the younger generation grows, they can go to the next level to live, and at the same time... they also become the guard there. That is our first level. There are several similar residences in that mountain, but we have been to the largest ones."

Robben couldn't help but wonder, "Senior, that other place."

"Our memorial hall is there, which is our most important place. I have never been in before leaving there, because I have not yet obtained the corresponding strength to enter there. That place represents all our faith. That place has been ruined and no one cares about it..." The madman shook his head and smiled.

Robben knew that he had asked extra questions and couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

"In our clan," the madman continued, "The requirements for the younger generation are very strict. Each of us must practice hard. You see, the mountain is very broad as our residence, but in fact, the scope of our daily activities is very small, only near a few residences, and most of the rest are practice sites."

"Where... is a training ground?" Robben was surprised. It turned out that this was the reason why the place was hidden on a vast mountain.

"That mountain is very strange. It was made by our fathers in various ways. There are many strange things in the mountain. They will come out to move every night, and we... are usually thrown into the mountains and have to come back by ourselves."

When he gently tapped the wooden tube, the madman said self-deprecatingly: "We hardly use magic storage tools. Young people like us have no conditions to use. We all practice with the things we need. The most important one is this wooden tube."

"This contains the sword score given to us by our elders. This is the most important thing for our survival. Every time we go to the mountains to practice, there will be new things in it. If you cannot comprehend, learn and master it well, then you will usually not die. Because there will be elders who follow you to ensure your life safety, but next time there will be new content... Once, again... One day, you will collapse on the verge of death countless times..."

Robben couldn't help but say, "Since you're living in seclusion, why do you still treat your tribe members so harshly? A peaceful life is exactly what you want."

"Enjoy. Will lead us to destruction, especially when our population is very small."

Robben's eyes moved slightly, and this question had been lingering in Robben's heart and could not be removed.

Judging from the situation in that seclusion, there was no attack, and no catastrophic thing happened. Everything there was no trace of invasion or destruction. Only the actual situation of time slowly eroding and slowly turning it into ruins. If a large number of people had gathered there, then such a situation should not have occurred in just a few hundred years.

Judging from the graves next to the residence, people will be buried by the dead, which is even more strange. Could it be that the people there are slowly dying?

"Senior. How many people are there in your tribe...?" Robben couldn't hold it in, so he asked this question.

The madman smiled, "Boy, how many do you think there will be? You go to my hometown with hope to seek help. Compared to the fact that my tribe number is very considerable."

"Uh... this senior has not made it clear, so I..." Robben smiled bitterly.

"We... have seventeen."

"Ten...ten...seven?" Robben's eyes almost popped out! Could it be that there are only seventeen people in the madman? There are only seventeen people living in such a big place?

"Is it strange?"

Very strange? It's simply strange to die, okay? Robben screamed secretly.

"Uh...sen, are you talking! In that place. Do I mean there are only seventeen people in my residence? Or is it just that place, and there are still somewhere else..."

"There are seventeen in total." The madman interrupted Robben, "If I count well, we have seventeen people living there, all counted together."

Robben's mouth trembled, only...seventeen?

The towering mountains, the long stone steps leading to the sky, although dilapidated, you can vaguely see the spectacular and gorgeous huge buildings, the places of residence, the fields of farmland...

Just... only seventeen? Robben couldn't believe it.

The madman thought for a moment and said, "When I was my father's generation, there seemed to be many people living there, but in my impression, there were only seventeen."

Seventeen... Robben sighed with infinite emotion in his heart. No wonder that the place became deserted and became like that for six or seven hundred years.

If there are only seventeen people, how could it continue the reproduction of a race? And since the madman said that he was younger, then the madman should still be a very young guy when he left there. After so long, his fathers died. There were fewer people in that place and more desolate. Perhaps the limited number of people died alone later. Maybe they left, but calculated that they left... This race has also reached the brink of destruction and cannot be revived again.

"After I left, there were only fourteen people left there." The madman said as if he was recalling.

Robben was stunned. The madman took a little girl away. So shouldn’t there be fifteen people left?

It seemed as if Robben was seeing what he was thinking, and the madman smiled, "Because I killed one."

"What!?" Robben was already sternly killed each other in a group of only seventeen people!

"Is it strange?" the madman asked lightly.

"this……"

"It's a last resort..." The madman didn't seem to have much interest in talking about this matter. At that time...ah, I can't remember it."

How could I not remember such an important thing? Robben thought that the madman must have been expelled from his hometown for this reason and had not taken away his eyes. This kind of thing... will never be forgotten in his life.

But... since the madman didn't want to mention it, Robben had to sigh secretly, he didn't have the ability to force this guy to say anything.

"After that, they will die slowly..." The madman seemed to be trying to recall. When I left, it seemed that someone was about to die. It was so sad. He was afraid of death and drove me away. As a result... I was still alive, and they all died."

"Senior, you're sure it's all..."

"All of them, there are fourteen graves on the road that I have never seen before. It seems that the guy I killed has also received preferential treatment. He shouldn't have received the grave."

"Four seats?"

"Yes, fourteen, including the one I killed, of course... and the last one, you have seen him at the foot of the mountain."

Robben suddenly ate it. It was the madman's father, the guy who turned into a wandering soul and was guarding the foot of the foot. Could it be that he was the last guy to live?

Looking at the wooden tube beside him, the madman slowly said: "Once, the patriarch said that if you can fully comprehend the sword score in the wooden tube, you can stand alone and go out to experience it. And bring back new women to continue our descendants. Each of us carefully preserves our wooden tube meaningfully. This is our only hope."

"When I was expelled from my hometown, this thing was also taken away. I only got a sword, a dress, and nothing else."

The madman sighed and said, "These wooden tubes are preserved in unity before the patriarch. We will get them when we go out to practice. We have been told when... when we can get this thing when we are not practicing, we can command the entire clan. This is the only one that has been preserved there."

Robben looked at the wooden tube silently, "Senior, you mean..."

"If you die, the wooden tube will be buried together."

Robben was sad, saying this... Even if the madman was expelled from his hometown, his wooden tube was still preserved. Since the others were gone, and the number of those graves... in other words, they were all dead.

"I really don't know...I've lived for too long." The madman gently touched his face. Although his face, which looked a little dirty, but still looked very angry.

"I don't remember when I got this power, nor how long I left my hometown. I only know that I have lived for a long time, and I seem to stop aging in some years after I have obtained this power..."

Robben couldn't help but sigh, "Senior, everything is over, now... everything really doesn't matter anymore. Since... since your tribe is gone, you should take good care of yourself. In the Hanging City, there are people who care about you."

The madman couldn't help laughing, "Is she? I don't need her to worry about it. If possible, I want to forget her. This will be good for us. Maybe I will die soon. In this way, everything will be over. I think this... is the best ending."

Roben's heart trembled slightly, remembering the madman told him that he was going to the God Realm before. Could it be that he already had ambition to die in his heart?

"Senior, do you... have any plans in the future?"

"Same as before." The madman answered without thinking, which surprised Robben.
To be continued...