Hearing the young coachman''s question, the old coachman, who is called Fengte, glanced at the young coachman with his old eyes. Instead of answering the young coachman''s question immediately, he took a wrinkled homemade cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth. Then he took a box of matches out of his pocket to light the cigarette, took a satisfied puff, and then looked at his face, The young driver said slowly:


    "Little DIAS, listen to my advice, don''t have too strong curiosity. You and I have no wizard talent. We are ordinary people. For people like you and me, it''s not a good thing to know too much!"


    This old coachman named Fengte, although his voice is slow and long, a casual look, but his tone is very serious!


    Although Fonte''s words were sincere, it was obvious that the young and vigorous young coachman, little DIAS, didn''t listen to him at all. Little DIAS came up to Fonte and said in a frightened voice: "Uncle Fonte, you know my nose is as sensitive as Rhubarb in my family. I can smell a kind of blood from this bronze box, And I can feel the smell of blood. It''s not cow''s blood or pig''s blood. It''s like human blood. "


    Speaking of the young coachman at last, little DIAS''s voice also changed a little trembling, which could be seen clearly in his eyes, showing a trace of fear.


    This story of little DIAS made the old coachman Fengte, who was smoking and puffing, look stunned. The homemade cigarette in his hand almost fell to the ground.


    Seeing the old Fengte like this, little DIAS was even more flustered and said: "Uncle Fengte, what should we do? My mother said that if something happens in the motorcade, I''ll ask Uncle Venter for you! "


    When he heard that little DIAS mentioned his mother, there was a touch of tenderness in his muddy eyes, but the next second he gave little DIAS a hard look, and then he smoked the rest of the cigarette, threw his butt on the ground and stepped on it.


    Looking around again, no one noticed the other people around him. Old Fengte, with the same voice, said in the ear of little DIAS, "DIAS, have you told anyone else about this besides me?"


    When he heard the old Fontaine''s question, little DIAS shook his head like a rattle. Then he said, "Uncle Fontaine, I just found out about it, and I came to you right away!"


    After getting the answer from little DIAS, old Fengte breathed a sigh of relief, and then warned little DIAS, "DIAS, you little bastard, I warn you that from now on, you should not say anything and follow me honestly. The wizard told us to send things wherever we want. Your mother is just a son of you. Don''t let her worry, Do you understand me? "


    Although he still didn''t understand his uncle Fengte''s meaning, in the face of Uncle Fengte''s serious and even fierce eyes, little DIAS nodded to indicate that he understood.


    At this moment, the new bronze box was moved out of the wooden stockade and put on the carriage. It seemed that it was alive. The nephew and nephew of little DIAS and old Fengte stopped talking. They started their work. Under the command of the wizard of Golovin tribe, they drove the carriage and pulled the bronze box toward the Kuyt gorge.


    In the grass outside the wooden village, the conversation between young DIAS and his uncle and nephew, old Fengte, is all listening to Connor quietly lurking in his ears. Young DIAS''s discovery of the bloody smell in the bronze box makes Connor confirm that there must be something like that in the Golovin tribe when he discovers it from Castro Ville''s space ring!


    yes! There''s no mistake. Connor killed a rifle and returned to this wooden stronghold. It''s a crazy decision. Two hours ago, if someone told Connor that you would return to this wooden stronghold, Connor would scoff and scold him as shabby. But now driven by human greed, he really came back here, And be ready to meet Mr. zhivkovich again.


    After observing quietly for a while, Connor started his action. His black magic robe flickered continuously. When he appeared again, he was already in a hidden corner of the wooden stockade.


    With his eyes closed, Connor concentrated all his mental energy and searched for the trace of zifkovic in the wooden village. This matter is very secret. Castrovilli, the second elder of Golovin tribe, has only some clues in the space ring. If it is not for Connor''s strong knowledge and careful search, he may not be able to find them.


    Since castrovilli knows very little, the only way to gain something is to find zhevkovic, the other members of Golovin tribe, who probably don''t know as much as castrovilli!


    After a mental search in the stockade, Connor opened his eyes and his eyes were full of suspicion. Although Connor can be sure that as long as zhfkovic is not Shabi, he will stay in the stockade at this important time to escort the Golovin tribe''s next actions and prevent accidents.However, Connor''s search in the stockade yielded nothing, and even zhevkovic couldn''t find a hair in the stockade.


    After thinking for a while, Connor looked at the ground, and he couldn''t help but raise a question in his heart. Is it true that zhivkovic, this guy, is hiding underground now?


    Thinking of this, Connor took out the silver pendant from the space ring and began to explore the underground of the wooden stockade with the increase of the mental power of the silver pendant. When Connor''s mental power reached that the wooden stockade was ten meters deep underground and was preparing to continue to explore downward, Connor''s mental power suddenly found that zhivkovic was outside the wooden stockade at this time.


    Because Connor is a psychic wizard, his mental power control and coverage are far more powerful than that of zhevkovic, so now Connor found zhevkovic, but zhevkovic didn''t find Connor, and he is still flying towards the stockade with his head down.


    Perceiving this scene, Connor immediately put away his mental strength and carefully monitored zhfkovic. However, at this time, Connor found a strange situation. Not far behind zhfkovic, a dark figure was watching his back. When Connor was ready to have a good look, who was the dark figure, This black figure turns around and floats away, and there is no trace of him any more. this black figure turns around and floats away