I Became The Chief of A Primitive Village

*Tweet tweet tweet…* A series of intermittent bird-like cries echoed through the dense forest.

Cang Shi’s ears twitched almost imperceptibly as he said. “Shaman, it’s safe ahead, we can continue forward.”

Those bird-like calls just now came from a wooden whistle.

This wooden whistle was a sacred tool of the Hunting Team. Whenever they entered the forest, they would first send several people to scout the forest ahead. After confirming there were no fierce Ferocious Beasts nearby, they would blow this whistle.

Intermittent blows meant safety. Continuous blowing meant danger, and a single blow meant emergency.

This whistle was made by Gu Mu. It would produce bird-like sounds that would not seem out of place when in this vast forest. It sounded quite natural.

“Let’s set out too, it’s getting late.” Su Bai looked up at the sky.

They had been out for three days already and would soon reach the Hunting Ground. This was also the most dangerous period.

“Yes!” Cang Shi stayed close beside the Shaman, afraid something might go wrong. His weapons were always ready at all times.