In the middle, in a fruit forest far from the place where the ant tribe lives.

The stream is covered with totem patterns of the Ant Tribe, wearing the clothes of the Ant Tribe, patrolling the fruit woods of the Ant Tribe.

There are many people dressed up like him in the fruit woods, and more of them are slaves who work.

Xi is a member of the Mang Tribe and an intermediate totem warrior. A year ago, he learned some methods from the people of the Rat Tribe to hide their totem aura. Chen Bei personally trained for a period of time, and then was sent to the central part.

There are dozens of people like him, scattered all over the middle, forming a large net that covers the entire middle, recording all the movements on this net.

Xi is the captain of these people, responsible for summarizing the news and then passing it back to the Mang Tribe.

The stream walked to the edge of the fruit trees, where there was a slave in his thirties. He took a hoe and wiped out the weeds under the fruit trees.

The stream approached the middle-aged slave, looked around, and then lowered his voice: "I've inquired, and tomorrow you will be taken to the place where the Ant Tribe lives to build a house. Have you thought about what you told you before?"

The middle-aged slave looked up and glanced at the stream. He found that the person in front of him was very strange, but his voice was very familiar.

"Who are you?"

Xidao: "I just found you two days ago. Did you forget so soon?"

The middle-aged slave said naively: "You were not like this two days ago, I... I can't recognize you all at once."

"Don't worry about what I am like, you just need to answer me immediately, whether to agree or not."

The middle-aged slave hesitated for a while and said, "As long as I tell you all the news I heard in the Ant Tribe in the future, can you really let my son leave the Ant Tribe and stop being a slave in the future?"

Xi nodded and said, "That's right, that's it. If the information you get is important, I can even find a way to rescue your whole family and send it to the southern wilderness that the Ant Tribe cannot manage, and to be a normal person in our tribe."

"This is an opportunity to change the fate of your family. Think about it carefully. Is it a gamble, and if you have the opportunity to be a normal person in the future, or give up the opportunity to get freedom, and always be the lowest slave to the Ant Tribe."

The middle-aged slave struggled a little. He didn't want his son to continue to be a slave, but he also knew how cruel the Ant Tribe was to the rebellious slaves.

Seeing this, Xi did not force him to say in an indifferent tone: "Actually, I have not only found you, some of them have agreed and received rewards. I don't have time to wait for you for too long."

When the middle-aged slave heard that other people had agreed, and Xi seemed to be giving up on him, he became anxious.

He realized that if he missed this opportunity, he would probably never have the opportunity to escape from his slave status in the future.

"Just...just inquire about news, don't do other dangerous things, right?"

Xi said affirmatively: "Yes, we only need news."

"Then you have to keep your word. If I hear useful news, I will definitely rescue us and be a normal person in your tribe."

"Don't worry, I can't lie to you, and you have nothing worth lying to me."

The middle-aged slave thought it was right. He was already the lowest slave. There was nothing to lose except this bad life.

"Okay, I...I promise you."

Xi nodded with satisfaction, looked around again, took out a small bamboo tube the size of a thumb from the animal skin bag she carried, handed it to the middle-aged slave, and said, "To show sincerity, I will give you some good things, hide them, eat them yourself, and don't be discovered."

The stream patted the dust, walked to the edge of the fruit woods, and slipped away while no one was paying attention.

After leaving the stream, the middle-aged slave carefully opened the small bamboo tube as big as a thumb and poured out some white powder from it.

He dipped his finger a little and put it in his mouth.

Then, his eyes widened, and he covered the small bamboo tube as fast as possible, hiding it, for fear of being discovered.

Because, in this small bamboo tube, there is actually salt!

At this moment, the middle-aged slave no longer had any doubts about Xi's words, because a lowly slave like him only needed a very little salt to buy one.

...

Two days later, the stream appeared at the home of an ordinary tribe outside the Feng Tribe.

This time, he changed into the outfit of the Bee Tribe, with the totem patterns of the Bee Tribe on his face, and his appearance changed a little, and his long hair covered half of his face.

In the honeycomb house built with yellow mud and branches, a young man with one leg was grinding a stone knife hard. He had no totem power and had a hard time grinding.

The stream walked in from outside, attracting the attention of the young man.

"Have you thought about what I told you a few days ago?"

The young man looked up at Xi and said, "Can you really help me kill him?"

A few months ago, a young man accidentally injured his leg and lost the ability to do heavy work.

Not long after, his woman was snatched away by a totem warrior in the tribe, and since then, he has always been thinking about revenge.

However, not only did he have the power of totem, but he also had a lame leg, so how could he take revenge?

Until the emergence of the stream, he asked him to inquire about the information of the Spider Tribe and then avenge him.

"Of course, I keep my word. If you can provide me with valuable information, I will not only avenge you, but also give you some food to survive this winter."

The stream walked into the honeycomb house and opened the vine basket for food. There were only some wild vegetables, wild fruits, and no meat.

Good food from the tribe, including meat, will be supplied to those big men, followed by totem warriors, and then to tribe members in various important positions. As for ordinary tribe members, they will receive very little food, and it is common to starve.

Xi looked at the young man and said with a smile: "If there is no food, I think you will be very difficult to bear this winter, right?"

When it comes to winter, the young man's face has become paler. This era is very cruel. People like him who do not have much ability to work have very little food allocated, let alone winter when food is short.

Every winter, some people will starve to death in the tribe, and young men do not want to be one of those people themselves.

"Have you thought about it? If you don't want to agree, I can go to someone else. I think others may agree more happily."

The young man struggled for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "I promise you that you must keep your word."

"Don't worry, I never lie."

Xi took out a piece of animal meat the size of a palm from the animal skin bag she carried with her and said, "I haven't eaten meat for a long time, right? I'll give this piece of meat to you."

"Three days later, you'll hear the news that the guy who robbed your woman died unexpectedly during a hunt."

The young man was holding the piece of meat with an incredible expression on his face. This mysterious man was so generous. He gave such a large piece of meat. He gave it as soon as he said he could.

The lame young man hugged the meat tightly. He hadn't eaten meat for a long time.

Xi left the honeycomb house and walked outside, with a smile on his lips.

Seizing weaknesses, promising benefits, and giving some sweetness, this set of ways to win over people was taught by Chen Bei, and it was indeed unfavorable.

Unfortunately, what we can attract now are all those people at the bottom, and there is only a limited amount of valuable information that can be found.

"Take it slow, the leader said that if you want to weave a big net, you must start from the edges and corners, and you cannot be rushed."

Xi found a place where no one was, changed into clothes again, and walked towards the next target.

He wanted to build the entire intelligence network of the Mang tribe little by little, so as not to let down the leader's trust.
Chapter completed!