464: What do you think of me?

“Where are Luo Shuo and the others?” Chen Heng looked around but didn't see any sign of Luo Shuo and the two others.

“Could they still be unwell?”

“That shouldn't be the case. Even if the Demon Emperor was weak, they shouldn't take this long to recover.”

Hearing Chen Heng’s words, Wu Man, who was beside him, also nodded.

“Clan Chief, have you seen those people Chen Heng brought?”

Wu Man turned his head and poked the Tribal Chief Di Man beside him. He suspected that the whereabouts of Luo Shuo and the others might be related to the Tribal Chief Di Man.

“Are you talking about those few prey?” Tribal Chief Di Man was stunned for a moment, then his face instantly turned pale.

“I put them in the storage room. I didn’t know they were Chen Heng’s friends.”

“...” Wu Man suddenly felt that his tribe was embarrassing.

“Ahem, Chen Heng, I’ll go see how Luo Shuo and the others are doing.”

Wu Man lightly coughed, got up, and rushed towards the storage room in a hurry.

“It’s fine as long as they’re okay.” Seeing that Wu Man knew the whereabouts of Luo Shuo and the others, Chen Heng stopped worrying and calmly savored the Witch God Wine.

How should one describe this Witch God Wine… it was quite delicious, but its toxicity was not small.

The Witch God Wine could be said to be quite potent, and it contained a lot of Impurities. An ordinary person would be knocked out after a few sips.

“My name is Wu Bao, and I am that boy Wu Man’s grandfather.”

Tribal Chief Di Man, who was Wu Bao, raised the Witch God Wine in his hand and said to Chen Heng.

“My name is Chen Heng.” Chen Heng also nodded. The earthenware bowls in their hands lightly clinked, and they both drank it all.

“Clan Chief Wu Bao, I have something I want to ask you.”

Putting down the earthenware bowl in his hand, Chen Heng looked up at Wu Bao beside him.

“Speak.” Wu Bao nodded and casually picked up a piece of roasted meat, placing it in front of Chen Heng.

“Do you know the Black Mist Tribe?” Chen Heng got straight to the point, planning to ask about the Black Mist Tribe first.

Wu Man was too naive, or rather, not very bright.

The good people he spoke of might not necessarily be good people, especially guys like the Black Mist Tribe, who didn't sound like good news.

“Of course I know them. That boy Wu Man is also friends with them.”

Although Wu Bao didn’t know why Chen Heng was inquiring about the Black Mist Tribe, he still answered Chen Heng’s question.

“Those people seem difficult to get along with, but in reality, they have always protected those small tribes without their own Witch God totems.”

“They can form a contract with the Black Witch God, exchanging their lives for the Black Witch God’s power.”

“I heard they have a secret technique that can attract the Black Witch God?” Chen Heng raised an eyebrow. It seemed these guys from the Black Mist Tribe shouldn't be too malicious.

“Yes, their secret technique is only used when newborns are born.”

Wu Bao recalled for a moment, then continued.

“But each use causes some casualties. After all, the Black Witch God cannot be communicated with before forging a contract.”

“So that’s how it is…” Chen Heng was delighted. If this was the case, then it was fine.

“Friend, why are you suddenly asking about the Black Mist Tribe?” Wu Bao could guess that Wu Man must have told Chen Heng about the Black Mist Tribe.

“To ask them for a favor.” Chen Heng leaned against the wooden wall behind him, picked up a bowl of Witch God Wine, and drank it all.

“I have a little habit, which is that I like to eat some Black Witch God.”

“yin wind and black storm also taste good, but they are too rare.”

“They don’t offer the same quantity and value as the Black Witch God.”

“But I don’t know where to find the Black Witch God, and inquiring bit by bit is too slow.”

“It’s better to seek help from the Black Mist Tribe; getting ‘full’ in one go is best.”

Hearing Chen Heng’s words, Wu Bao blinked.

His big eyes were filled with countless doubts.

Someone actually liked to eat the Black Witch God?

He had tried eating the Black Witch God before, but when it was killed, it just turned into soup. There was nothing to eat?

“People have their own little hobbies; it’s very normal.”

Wu Bao chuckled and no longer dwelled on the fact that Chen Heng liked to eat the Black Witch God.

This person could even swallow a black storm like water, so he must have his own way of eating the Black Witch God.

“There’s a second matter.” Chen Heng pointed to himself.

“What do you think of me?”

“?” This question left Wu Bao completely bewildered.

What did he think of him?

He was quite good; the women in the tribe all liked him.

“That’s not what I meant. I mean, between me and the earth witch god you worship, who is stronger?”

“What!?” Wu Bao was startled by Chen Heng’s words and quickly glanced at the earth witch god totem in the distance.

Fortunately, there was no movement. It seemed the earth witch god hadn’t heard that remark.

“Friend, you can’t speak carelessly like that.” Wu Bao’s expression became serious.

“If Lord Witch God hears such words, he will unleash a heavenly punishment.”

“Are you going to war with the Tian Man Tribe?” Chen Heng didn’t respond but changed the question.

“This…” Wu Bao sighed. It seemed Wu Man had also told Chen Heng about this matter.

“Then do you think your earth witch god will be a match for the Tian Man Tribe’s Witch God?”

Chen Heng’s gaze was sharp, making Wu Bao feel a little guilty.

“Think about it carefully. When you’ve made up your mind, tell me, and I’ll crush that earth witch god for you.”

Chen Heng patted Wu Bao’s shoulder and started eating by himself.

“...” Wu Bao didn’t speak. He was considering whether Chen Heng was a viable option as their deity.

He didn’t think Chen Heng was lacking in strength. Could someone who could swallow a black storm be weak?

What a joke.

He was just a bit conflicted. After all, they had worshipped the earth witch god for so many years, and most people had the earth witch god’s totem on them.

If they changed abruptly, would they not adapt immediately?

The Di Man Tribe’s fighting style had been passed down for hundreds of years. If it were to change to something else… Chen Heng was not in a hurry; giving people time to think was necessary.

Moreover, he was just craving food. The Di Man Tribe’s cooking skills were quite good, at least much better than the Bone Flute Tribe’s.

A few minutes later, Chen Heng saw Wu Man leading Luo Shuo and the others over.

“I told your grandfather.” Chen Heng informed Wu Man about the things he had just inquired about.

Wu Man was stunned for a moment and secretly glanced at Wu Bao.

“They didn’t fight?”

“No.”

“Then it should be about right.”

Although Luo Shuo, Hui Che, and the others beside them didn’t understand what Chen Heng and Wu Man were saying, they knew it must be something important.

However, no matter how big the matter was, it didn’t concern them much; they should eat first.

Just now, they were hanging from the rafters like dead pigs.

They themselves had no idea what had happened, or rather, being hung upside down had actually made them recover faster.

Luo Shuo and Silver White were eating with great relish, but Hui Che was a bit awkward.

Although he had his own set of principles, the precepts that needed to be observed still had to be observed.

This was commonly known as the idealist precepts.