Ji Wennuan looked at Solo who was indignant and wanted to say something, but closed her mouth again.

In the face of national hatred, the power of any language is pale and powerless, and cannot heal this pain and anger.

Lu Mingcang, who grew up in the Mo tribe, had a deep affection for the Mo tribe, could not accept Solo's remarks.

"In that war, the ancestors of the Mo tribe also paid an extremely painful price!"

Solo, who was already angry, almost spit out his eyes when he heard this.

"Don't you deserve it? Are you going to compete with our witch clan? No matter why you launched that war, the people of our witch clan are the most innocent and the biggest victim!"

"There were so many people in the Mo tribe at that time, we--"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Ji Wennuan pulled Lu Mingcang hard, then looked at Solo and said sincerely: "You are right. No matter what the reason is the war launched, invasion is invasion, and if you are wrong, it is wrong. Moreover, the Mo tribe has also robbed your living space. Their current happiness and peace are based on your pain. You are victims, remembering hatred and the efforts of your ancestors, which is not wrong!"

With family hatred and national hatred ahead, Ji Wennuan thought about this journey and suddenly felt that Solo's attitude towards her was already very good.

"Miss……"

Soro looked at Ji Wennuan in shock, his lips stammered, his eyes turned red, but the expression on his face was delighted, as if he was moved by Ji Wennuan's words.

Two thousand years ago, the Wu clan was defeated by the Mo clan. The gap in development over the past thousand years is now no match for the Mo clan.

Revenge is hopeless, and they are not willing to lose their relatives in war. However, for so many years, the Mo people have never publicly said sorry to them. Even this attitude has been almost two thousand years, and they have not waited.

"Miss!"

Lu Mingcang also screamed, unlike Solo's shocked and grateful, he was a little angry and warned.

Ji Wennuan ignored him and said seriously: "The pile of corpses are like mountains and blood flows into rivers. The war is so cruel. There has never been a winner, especially the defeated side, which is even more tragic."

Ji Wennuan was born in peacetime, but she also went to those war-torn countries. She witnessed the harm caused by the war to the local area with her own eyes.

The devastated city, the corpses everywhere, the most beautiful and innocent children lost their parents and became orphans at the age of not knowing anything.

So no matter what purpose it is, she will not ruin the big pit and provoke the witch clan.

Qin Yichen, who had been silent, spoke at this time: "When will you enter the city?"

Solo reacted blankly and called the name of the city guardian upstairs. Soon, the city gate was opened.

Passing through the city gate, low houses came into view.

The house is made of soil and built with straw.

Apart from these houses, the most eye-catching thing is the mountains, which are rolling and undulating, and there is no end to see.

There are trees on the mountain, but the green is not eye-catching, it is more bare, just like the barrenness of the witch clan.

The house is right at the foot of the mountain, and the tall and tall mountains make these already low houses look even smaller.

Outside the house, you can see children playing. They are all wearing very thin clothes. Some of them look four or five years old, and they are wearing open crotch pants underneath. The same is true for girls. Some of them are even younger, and they don’t wear them and they just bare their butts.

The seasons of the Wu clan and the Mo clan are the same, but the Wu clan is obviously much colder than the Mo clan. Ji Wennuan feels chilling when she sees it.

But they seem to be used to it.

In addition to children, they can also watch the busy women in and out. They are wearing the simplest coarse cloth clothes, their hair is wrapped casually and there is no makeup on their faces.

Unlike the women of the Mo tribe who wear gold and silver, they are made of jewelry made of various beasts, and their faces are black and yellow. They are obviously sunbathed all year round. Although they are not malnutrition, they are visible to the naked eye without oil.

"What is the average life expectancy here?"

Solo's attitude towards Ji Wennuan was better than that after the improvement. He asked without knowingly, "What does Miss mean?"

Ji Wennuan explained: "It's just how old can most people live?"

"The bodies of our witch people can be strong and live to be fifty or sixty years old."

This physique is indeed unmatched by the Mo people.

"Fifty or sixty, are you in your early fifties, or are you close to sixty?"

"About fifty, the lady asked what this is for?"

Ji Wennuan smiled, "Just ask casually."

Her smile became stiff when it touched the women and children, and then disappeared.

The more you understand, the more determined Ji Wennuan takes away Yu Yuqiu's attitude.

"The men in the village have all gone up the mountain. It's already autumn. The weather will be cold in a few months. Everyone wants to stock up on food for the winter. Everyone at home is women, children and elderly people. Although our witch tribe is poor, the folk customs are very simple. Do you still remember what I just said to the lady?"

Ji Wennuan's mind slightly turned around and she knew what Solo was talking about.

Seeing Ji Wennuan not answering, Solo thought she had forgotten it, so he approached her and told her, "Don't ask the patriarch to let the Saint Miss leave, either. You can't walk. The roads at the city gate have been closed today. Because you came today, the patriarch was afraid of scaring you, so he closed the road again. That is the only way to get in and out of the witch clan. How fierce they are, I didn't tell you that you might not know."

Ji Wennuan responded when Solo paused, "You said that formation was set up two thousand years ago."

Solo quickly said: "Yes, those worms, ants, poisonous snakes have been in it for almost two thousand years. At the beginning, there were not so many. They have reproduced and survived now. Those who can survive now are strong and weak. No one knows how long the longest ones have lived. If they were just slightly poisonous when they were caught and put in, they are now highly poisonous. They like the blood of living creatures the most. Unless our patriarch and several elders take action, no one can come out alive. If any wrong ideas are dared to make any wrong ideas, they will definitely go without returning."

Ji Wennuan felt that the witch clan was a little scary.

She had never thought about doing anything bad to the witch clan and the people of the witch clan. She just wanted them to come and take Yu Yuqiu with her when she left.

But when you think of the poisonous substances in that pit, you can't think of it, you will feel a headache when you think of it.

Bypassing the tribe of the Witch Clan, he finally arrived at the place where the Witch Clan lived, which is the palace of the Witch Clan.

Compared with the thatched huts and mud houses before, the imperial palace is better. It is a stone tiled house. The tiles are not glazed tiles like the Mo tribe, but stone tiles, surrounded by mountains and rivers.

Each house is not very big, and is built together in a disorderly and orderly manner to form a complex of buildings.

Each palace has its name written on rough plaques, including the Wine Brewing Hall, the Meat Hall, and the Weapon Hall.

There were soldiers patrolling the palace, but there were not many people, which was far from the heavily guarded palace that Ji Wennuan saw on TV.

"Butler, why did you arrive so late? The patriarch has been waiting in there for a long time."
Chapter completed!