Return to Primitive Society and Become a Chief

In a word, it seemed like a shocking shock, and immediately, Uthma was stunned.

He stared at A Yin, with a thousand words in his chest, but no word came out of his mouth.

Ayin continued: "The wound on Master A Jie's body is flat, it looks like a line, Master Usma, as you know, whether it is a wooden spear or a stone spear, the wounds caused are all circular. So I think, That wound may be..."

Before he finished speaking, Usma covered Ain's mouth.

Ayin struggled and whimpered several times.

Usma straightened her neck and looked back and forth. Only then did she put down her hand covering Ayin, let out a sigh of relief, and lowered her voice, "So the wound on A Jie's body was not a wooden spear or a stone spear. Stayed?"

A Yin nodded.

Usma said: "The stone spear that the Qingfeng tribe sees most is the stone spear, and further down, it is the wooden spear, that is to say..."

Usma didn't dare to go further, because he thought the answer in his heart would be too scary if it was said.

But Ayin, who was simply innocent, didn't think so, and said directly: "It's like a wound pierced by an iron or copper spear."

With a click of thunder, Usma petrified in place.

Ayin was still puzzled: "Why do I seem to hear the sound of thunder?"

"Hush!! Ayin, keep your voice down." Uthma said.

Ayin nodded: "Master Usma, did you think it was Zhu Ya who got the bronze spear of our tribe and killed the patriarch and injured A Jie?"

Usma's face was gloomy: "It would be best if this is the case, but I'm afraid it's another truth."

"Other truth? What is that?"

"What if the wound on A Jie's body was stabbed with an iron spear himself?" Usma slowly said this sentence.

Immediately, Ayin was like Usma, and after a thunder, he petrified in place.

"Since, stab yourself?" Ayin said.

Usma took a deep breath: "Didn't the old patriarch also do this before?"

Ayin grabbed Usma's hand and asked, "Wu, Lord Usma, do you think Ajie stabbed himself? Why did he do this?"

Usma shook his head: "This is only a possibility, and it is also possible. It was Zhu Ya who got the copper spear and hurt A Jie."

Speaking hard, Usma lost himself in thought.

He did not dare to tell A Yin all his guesses.

If A Jie stabbed himself, why would he do it? Also, A Jie said it was the patriarch who died fighting to cover his departure.

However, since the patriarch is taking cover, the iron spear should be in his own hands. Otherwise, how to fight?

But the iron spear appeared in A Jie's hands. Why on earth?

Could it be that A Jie and the Qingfeng tribe killed the patriarch, and then set the blame on the Qingfeng tribe?

Usma was shocked, such as, if this is the case, then something serious happened.

Why did A Jie do this? What is his reason for doing this?

The patriarch is dead, what good does he have?

No, it shouldn't be like this, something must be wrong, A Jie is so loyal to the patriarch, how could he do such a thing.

However, with the example of the old patriarch put before, Usma did not dare to draw conclusions.

"By the way, A Yin."

Usma suddenly looked up.

Ain looked up at Usma.

Usma looked at the room where he and Ayin were the only thief, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "Before the corpse of the patriarch is brought back, the medical department does not wash the corpse of the patriarch? At that time, You can help too."

A Yin nodded: "Yeah."

Usma asked: "Did you see the wound on the patriarch's body at that time?"

"I saw it, all through injuries."

"What about the cut where the arm and neck were cut?"

"It's very flat."

With a brushing sound, Usma felt dizzy.

Even he felt a little difficulty breathing.

"Master Usma, what's the matter with you?" Ain asked hurriedly.

Usma gasped hard: "Ah, Ain, you haven't told anyone about this, right?"

Ain shook his head: "There is no Master Usma, I only told you what happened, Master Usma."

Usma gritted his teeth: "Normal cutting off the enemy's head and arms is done by sawing bit by bit. How can the wound be leveled? Unless it is the weapon of the chief of the tribe, only their weapon, You can chop off your arms and neck all at once."

Ayin's eyes widened: "Master Usma, it's hard, do you mean someone in the tribe killed the patriarch?"

Usma hissed immediately: "I know the weapons I made. The only ones that can cut the head off at once are Oga's axe, Aju's big sword, and the three knives of Ahu, Azhi, and Aniu. Up."

A Yin's eyes widened again.

Usma didn't know the order of things.

He smashed his head incompetently, in pain.

Seeing Usma like this, Ayin couldn't help but feel distressed: "Master Usma, don't think about it so much. Maybe it's because I read it wrong."

Usma looked up at Ayin quietly: "It's not a question of whether you read it wrong or not. The patriarch is so smart. Even if he found someone from the Qingfeng tribe, how could he fight the opponent? And the opponent is still Pig Fang. in the case of?"

Ayin was stunned, Usma stood up and said: "Okay Ayin, don't say anything about this matter, including Master Xue, I will definitely find out this matter."

"Can't Master Xue say it?"

"Well, Master Xue can't hide things. If you tell her, she may ask A Jie directly. Before we can find out this matter, it is best for the two of us to know. In addition, Oga, Aju, Ahu, Azhi, Aniu and the five of them must be on guard."

"why?"

Usma took a deep breath: "Because there are only five of their weapons in the tribe that can cut off the corpse at once, if the death of the patriarch is related to A Jie, can you be sure that one of the five of them did not help? ?"

Just this sentence, A Yin told the truth directly.

Usma patted Ayin on the shoulder and said, "Okay Ayin, remember, no one can say this, understand?"

Ayin nodded: "Don't worry, Lord Usma, I won't tell anyone."

"You stay here for a while, I'll go to the medical department."

"Medical Department? Master Usma, what are you doing in the Medical Department?"

"Aqi had treated A Jie for his injuries, and it was also Aqi when he rubbed the head of the patriarch. She must know something you don't know. I will ask her."

"Master Usma, you, be careful."

Usma grinned: "Don't worry, even a guy like Huo can make me mad, no matter how dangerous it is, can it be more dangerous than Huo?"

A Yin stopped talking.

Usma rubbed her head, turned around, and went straight to the medical department.

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As the picture turned, Li Ya led people outside looking for food on the beach by the sea.

"Master Li Ya, it seems that the food hasn't been as much as before. We searched for it all morning, and only then."

A tribe rushed to Li Ya.

Li Ya concentrated on using a stone spear to pierce the fish and shrimps in the shallow water area. After hearing the words of the tribe, she came back to her senses, saying: "That seems to be the same. We used to find enough food in one day for everyone to eat for seven or eight days. It’s good to eat for three or four days."

"It has never happened before. Could it be the reason why we took too much food before?"

Li Ya frowned and glanced at the tribe: "How could it be that no matter how much food we used before, it wouldn't be like this. How can it suddenly become so small. It must be the thief. When that guy came, If the Gaoyan tribe attacked us, it also made our food less. Yes, it must be his reason."

The clansman looked at Li Ya in wonder, and asked what did this have to do with the thief?

Reversing the spear and thrusting the spear into the sand, Li Ya snorted: "I knew that the thief would not stay, I won't save him. We wasted so many resources, let alone the fruit that my sister picked before. People have finished eating, and now I don’t even want to eat them.”

Seeing Li Ya complaining, the clansmen followed suit: "Yes, I blame that guy."

"Master Li Ya, Master Li Ya."

At this moment, a member of the Bailian tribe ran in the distance, shouting Li Ya's name while running.