Chapter 7: Quarreling with the Old Man

  "No. I absolutely won't do that." Mo Yier hastily denied, putting the last rice ball into the leather bag and then seriously looking at Ximula.

  "But if you don't, sooner or later some people will come looking for trouble with you."

  "Let's wait until we become stronger before talking about this. We currently only have three people. You still have your original tribe. Isn't it too early to be saying these things?"

  Si Meng La was taken aback by his words. Indeed so. How could he think of things that far in the future? "Nuo Yu Er, what do you plan to do now?"

  "I was just about to ask you. Around the tribal alliance. Are there any territories without an owner."

  "That... except for there. All places are human territory." Sumera thought carefully before answering cautiously.

  "There. What kind of place is it? Why is there no one there?"

  "There, the old people called it the land of death. Many years ago, it was the territory of the Weishi tribe. One year on a hot day, there was a big rain that lasted for many days..." Sila said, moving all her fingers and then pointing to her toes. Mo Yi knew he meant more than twenty days. Sila had never learned numbers with Mo Yi, so she didn't know how to express them. "After the heavy rain, people in the tribe got sick and died one by one. The Yuetree tribe was once close to there, but they also lost several people. They brought back the news, and since then, no one dared to approach that place. The old people called it the land of death."

  "Oh." Mo Yier listened and couldn't help but think carefully. After the heavy rain, the dead person should have died from the plague. At that time, having the plague was equivalent to the extinction of the entire clan. "That was many years ago."

  "Hmm... yes. It was when I and Stella were still this tall." Sutera bent down to compare, roughly the height of a 3 or 4 year old child. So it's already been over ten years ago. Even if it was an epidemic, it would have disappeared long ago.

  "After that, no one went to the Weasley's village anymore."

  "No. That's a place of death. Who would still go there? Mo Yier, you wouldn't be thinking of going to the Weishi tribe's territory, would you? But that..."

  "It's okay. We can go take a look. If there's a problem, then don't stay there."

  "But if you get close, you'll get sick and die." Silmara said hastily. In this era, humans are still very superstitious about these things. They say it's a place of death. There's also a saying that it's a place abandoned by the gods. The people of the Weisz tribe are also those who have been punished by the gods.

  "It doesn't matter." Mo Yier didn't think so. When she got closer, she could observe whether there was anything unusual before getting closer. She would absolutely not joke about her own life.

  "Alright, since you're not afraid, I'll go with you." As time passed by, Sila discovered that once Mo Yi'er made up his mind, no one could change it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have said that if he decided to leave the Kannei clan, he would really leave.

  "Thank you, Silmara. Actually, you can return to the Larak tribe. Everything there is fine. You don't have to follow me and suffer."

  "Moyi, I don't think it's suffering now. On the contrary, I'm very happy. Here is free and easy, no so many worries, and won't worry about being seen as a man by others." Sila still had one last sentence that didn't come out, that was because Moyi was by her side, this was the most important thing.

  "Hehe, since you like to suffer so much, I won't stop you either. In short, I will try my best with what I know to make the future days better." Mo Yier solemnly made a promise. With Si Mula joining in, they became three people. The start of three people is always better than two. One more person means one more share of power.

  "Uh-huh. I believe you, Mo Yier. So when are we leaving this place?"

  "It won't be long now. Let me discuss it with Xiao Rong and Grandpa again."

  Xī mò lā nodded her head, looking forward to the days to come even more.

  In the evening, they returned to the tribe with a rich harvest. The old man welcomed them. But Xiao Rong was still hiding in the shed. This made Mo Yi'er a little worried. After dinner, she took the food for Xiao Rong and went to find him. She was blocked by the old man outside the shed again.

  "Grandpa, what's wrong with him? Why won't you let me see him?"

  "Grandpa said so. He is thinking about something."

  "What was he thinking? Not even I can see him, Grandpa. Did you say something strange to him?" Mo Yu'er recalled the old man forcing her to have a child with Xiao Rongqiu. Maybe he also said some strange things to Xiao Rongqiu.

  "What strange things I've said. I just said some helpful things to him, that's all." The more the old man spoke like this, the more Mo Yier felt he had said something strange.

  "Grandpa, you'd better tell me what you said. Otherwise, Little Fluffy will suffocate herself hiding in the shed like this."

  "I'm not going to tell you, humph." The old man stubbornly raised his head. It's not a good thing to say. Where is the father who lets his own grandson accept another man sharing a woman with him? Now thinking about it, these words are indeed a bit strange.

  "Grandpa, how can you be like this? You're being stubborn again." Mo Yier couldn't help but argue with the old man because she was worried about Xiao Rongqiu.

  "You're so stubborn! I've never seen a girl as stubborn as you before. Hmph, only my grandson would take a liking to someone like you. If it were up to me, I'd bite your neck off and eat you alive."

  "Hah, you still want to eat me up? Don't worry, I'll knock out your big teeth."

  "My teeth are very good. Even tiger bones can't be bitten off. Just this little bit of meat, and you're letting me eat it? I'm still considering whether to eat it or not."

  "What's wrong with my meat? Grandpa, you're being too much."

  "What's wrong with me? You've been pushing me all along. Go back to your own place, I don't want to see you."

  "This isn't your shed either. I want to see Xiaomian. Hmph."

  "Not allowed to see. My grandson won't let you see him." The old man stood in front of the small ball's shed, with a look that said he would rather die than give way.

  "Grandpa, why are you arguing again?" Xiao Rong finally couldn't bear it and came out to see Mo Yi'er. He hadn't slept for a whole day and night. Xiao Rong looked haggard, with two dark circles under his eyes. The sparkle in his eyes was gone, and he was shrouded in a bewildered aura, as if something had dimmed his radiance.

  "Little Fluffball, what's wrong? What happened?" Mo Yier saw him like this and her heart skipped a beat.

  "Nothing. I'm fine." The little ball stood there, quietly answering, not like usual, immediately rushing over to act cute and playful.