Chapter 274: The exiled Mushroom Foot tribe

The exiled Mushroom Foot tribe

Just when the entire Mushroom Foot tribe was immersed in crazy joy, the cheers and shouts came to an abrupt end.

This abrupt change made even the players a bit confused. Cheng Shi looked sideways along the line of sight of the Mushroom Foot People, only to see Zuoqiu, who was standing at the end, stretching the broken lamp in his hand to the very front with an inexplicable face.

Under the cover of everyone's figures just now, the Mushroom Foot People in the tribe might not have seen the state of the lamp clearly, but now looking over, no matter who it was, they guessed the answer to the question they asked.

Several little Mushroom Foot People lost their voices and cried on the spot, and a beautiful-looking female Mushroom Foot Person knelt on the ground and hugged them, sobbing as well.

The players looked at it with different expressions and didn't speak. Zuoqiu sighed and said sadly:

"Epuska took Abul away. May his soul have no more pain under the 【Prosperity Divine Shade】, may the will of 【Prosperity】 forever protect the Mushroom Foot People..."

The Mushroom Foot People with sad faces around also cried sadly in unison:

"May 【Prosperity】 be forever, may the tribe be worry-free—"

The players were welcomed down from the sacrificial platform. Because this was the first batch of guests entertained by the Mushroom Foot tribe in hundreds of years, everyone in the tribe was unusually enthusiastic.

But in Cheng Shi's eyes, they were a bit too enthusiastic. The light in their eyes was less like hospitality and more like waiting for something expected.

He frowned and looked at his teammates, finding that only Zuoqiu was looking at these Mushroom Foot People with a strange face like himself, while others were still looking around in doubt.

The Mushroom Foot People gathered around the players and discussed, until the old chief waved everyone away and invited them into his home.

The old chief's home was the largest house in the Mushroom Foot tribe, but because of the living habits of Mushroom Foot People different from flesh-and-blood races, there were no excessive decorations and furnishings in this house. It looked like a nest shed, and a nest shed built with dead wood branches.

Cheng Shi discovered that the wood used to build the house here was very familiar the moment he entered the door. Until he touched the door pillar quietly, he confirmed that these woods were Twisted Night Pythons!

Strange, why would a tribe in the rainforest use wood from the Sighing Forest as building materials?

Zuoqiu noticed Cheng Shi's movements and nodded to him, then silently took out his history book. Obviously, he also discovered that there might be some unusual stories here.

After all, the connection between the underground and the surface by the Mist Gate itself was an inconceivable thing.

You have to know that since ancient times, there seemed to be only one channel connecting the underground and the surface in the history of the Continent of Hope, and that channel was the 【Abyssal Volcano】 located west of Gasimela of the Tower of Reason and east of the Dense Forest County of the Great Court of Judgment.

So it was hard for ordinary people to imagine that there was actually a shortcut to the surface in the Sighing Forest. If the Mist Gate really connected to the southwest rainforest, why didn't the creatures in the Sighing Forest use this to go to the surface to forage?

They were far more terrifying than the beasts in the dense forest.

With this belly of questions, Cheng Shi found a corner in the old chief's house and stood silently...

Yes, standing.

Because Mushroom Foot People rested entirely by inserting their mycelium roots into the ground, there were no stools in their homes.

Just... quite tired.

The chief stood side by side with several young guys in the tribe. There were no tables, chairs, or food in the house. Everyone consciously formed a circle, like a talk meeting, and opened an informal formal meeting.

"The tribe hasn't had outsiders for a long time. From the time I had memories, the mist outside had cut off all roads leaving the tribe."

The old chief sighed and said the first sentence, but just this sentence made all the players' faces change greatly!

Mist?

What mist?

The players were a bit stunned, and the Hunter even muttered to himself:

"So this is not the southwest rainforest of the Continent of Hope?"

But unexpectedly, this mutter was heard by the old chief, and he was stunned, and then his eyes were full of infinite longing.

"Rainforest?

I have heard of it. In the notes of the previous chief, I saw descriptions related to the rainforest.

But the previous chief had never seen it with his own eyes, and he only heard it from the mouth of the chief before the previous one.

It is said that it is suitable for Mushroom Foot People to live, with abundant rain and fertile soil, far better than this rotten and dry land.

Sigh...

Probably our piety didn't move Him, so He didn't forgive us, and didn't bestow us the road home.

This is not the surface of the Continent of Hope, this is still the underground of the Continent of Hope, because the place where we are is...

Sighing Forest."

!!!

Sighing Forest?

Where does this look like the Sighing Forest?

【Prosperity】 had never watched the Sighing Forest!

You have to know that the forest overflowing with 【Decay】 is full of dangers, how could there be a tribe gathering and living here? There is mist here and almost no sunlight, even the Dark Sun...

No, wait! Sunlight?

Thinking of this, everyone looked outside the door in unison.

They suddenly remembered that the warm sunlight they saw along the way, although it was spread over every inch of the Mushroom Foot tribe's land, seemed... to have no temperature when it shone on their bodies!

Dark Sun!

Could it really be the Dark Sun!?

The Hunter near the window stepped back quietly, letting the sunlight shine on his arm. He felt it for a moment and nodded imperceptibly to everyone.

The players' gazes narrowed, suddenly feeling that this trial was heading toward absurdity.

In the forest of 【Decay】, there lived a group of 【Prosperity】 believers. This scene was like a sudden bit of emerald green appearing on a black and white ink painting, but the pigment was clearly only ink, where did the green come from?

Everyone was cautious and didn't answer, and their expressions didn't dare to reveal too much shock. Cheng Shi was interested, looking at the old chief with an "illustrative" smile, obviously wanting the old chief to continue.

The old chief's face was also very strange. He had deliberately told these things. At this time, seeing someone respond to him ambiguously, he tentatively said another paragraph.

"According to tribal history records, we were also a carefree Mushroom Foot tribe in the southwest rainforest you mentioned. But one day, He... suddenly abandoned us and punished the entire tribe into this place.

But in the Sighing Forest where the will of 【Prosperity】 is difficult to move, how can Mushroom Foot People survive?

Probably our sins are not enough to die, probably He still has tolerance for us. In short, He cast His gaze toward this land of exile, and in this endless 【Decay】 forest, He peeled away a trace of mist for us, letting the underground Dark Sun shine in, letting the tribesmen who have been punished for generations survive to this day.

Why the tribe fell into sin, no one remembers anymore. Even if there is, those who know the inside story dare not mention this blasphemous evil act again...

So the exile has become a foregone conclusion, and this branch of Mushroom Foot People can only live in this square inch, living in the crack between 【Prosperity】's anger and 【Decay】's erosion." ===== CHAPTER 275 =====