Chapter 2: Primitive Tribes

Lü Ning's body was extremely tense, with muscles tightly coiled. Deep down, he knew that this was not the way to be, that it would lead to danger. He wanted to relax his muscles, but he was unable to do so. Perhaps the enormous snake had also discerned Lü Ning's condition, and it launched an attack on him without hesitation, moving with lightning speed

The old man shook his head at Lv Ning, displaying an expression of confusion and helplessness. Lv Ning repeated it in English, but the old man shook his head even more.

Lu Ning looked at such a poor and backward place and felt that he had taken a wrong turn, with a higher possibility of having mistakenly entered northern Myanmar. Fortunately, both Chinese and English are widely spoken within Myanmar. Lu Ning asked if there would be any difficulties in asking for directions.

As long as there is a path, one will surely find a place to live. Lu Ning walked along the narrow winding path for over an hour and faintly saw a small village in the distance

Lv Ning stood up and nodded to the elderly man, thinking to himself that since there was such a warm-hearted person, it would be best to go in first and discuss further, as he had nowhere else to go; resting for a while was also a choice. "Then I shall trouble you, sir."

Just when Lv Ning was feeling disappointed, the old man said a few awkward sentences in Chinese, which roughly meant that he could not understand what he was saying. Lv Ning was even more frustrated; since he could speak Chinese, why could he not understand his own words

At this moment, Lü Ning had no choice; it was too late to avoid the situation, as the snake had also noticed Lü Ning and was prepared to attack at any moment. Lü Ning gripped the command knife tightly, his eyes fixed on the snake's head.

Now, Lv Ning felt quite overwhelmed. He could speak Chinese, although it was somewhat different from the way he spoke, but that should be a local dialect. So why was it that at one moment he could understand what he was saying, and at another moment he could not? What on earth was going on?

Lü Ning gently knocked on the door a few times, and with a creak, the door opened. An elderly man in his forties or fifties opened the door, but the clothes he wore were made of coarse linen, a very simple garment reminiscent of ancient times

Lü Ning continued to advance through the dense forest. On the afternoon of the fourth day, he finally found a mountain spring. At the same time, he encountered danger; it was an unknown snake with a diameter of about 2 centimeters and a length of approximately 2 meters. This was the animal that Lü Ning feared the most, as he had an innate fear of snakes.

When asked what this place is, the villagers all say it is Shanhou Village, but when asked which country it belongs to, they all indicate that they do not understand what Luning is saying

Lu Ning was very pleased to see that the young man could understand what was being said, and the anxiety in his heart settled down. Lu Ning continued to ask, "Young man, is this within the territory of China or Myanmar?"

Lu Ning started a fire, preparing dinner for tonight, which would be roasted dragon meat. The snake meat was very tender, and although there was no salt, it still tasted quite good. Seven days later, Lu Ning finally emerged from the great forest and saw a narrow path. Lu Ning knew he had escaped from his predicament

Lü Ning could not manage so much, and smiling at the old man, he asked: "Elder, may I ask if this is within the territory of China or Myanmar?"

Then Lu Ning saw a young man in his twenties walking over, also dressed in simple clothing made of ancient coarse linen. Without further thought, Lu Ning immediately asked the young man, "Excuse me, young sir, what place is this?"

Lu Ning sat for quite a while, unable to comprehend what was going on. He felt an overwhelming sense of frustration; after all, he had finally found a village, yet upon inquiry, he was met with ignorance at every turn. Lu Ning did not even know which direction to take next.

After a long period of time, Lv Ning's left foot was finally able to move freely. Reflecting on the situation at that time, it truly felt like a narrow escape from disaster, filled with immense terror. If there had been even a slight delay, it is likely that his life would have been lost.

The young man looked at Lv Ning with eyes that seemed to regard him as a monster. After hearing Lv Ning's words, he appeared confused and at a loss. Nevertheless, the young man still said to Lv Ning: "This is Shanhou Village"

Although Lv Ning quickly made a sideways dodging movement, the command knife in his hand was swung out with the speed of a powerful strike, and he could hardly believe it himself as the enormous venomous snake was cleaved in two by Lv Ning. However, his left calf was still struck.

Lu Ning was utterly disappointed, and just as his heart had settled, it began to tighten again, as if he had entered a primitive society. The people here are very strange and quite simple; it is impossible to understand what kind of people they truly are.

As Lu Ning was lost in thought, the door beside him creaked open with a sound. An elderly man, dressed in ancient clothing made of coarse linen and appearing to be in his forties or fifties, stepped out. Upon seeing Lu Ning sitting next to his door, he looked at him with a peculiar expression and said, "Sir, you must be from out of town, right? If you are not in a hurry, please come inside for a drink of water and to rest your feet"

Lü Ning sat down on a stone beside a farmer's house, preparing to take a break and think carefully about whether it was his method of inquiry that was incorrect or if there was some other reason. It couldn't be, could it? How could the Burmese also be dressed in clothing reminiscent of ancient China? He had never heard of any ethnic group in Myanmar that dressed like this! Could it be that he had truly walked into an isolated primitive tribe? That was impossible, right? In today's world, are there still any primitive tribal peoples? This must be a joke; today is not April Fool's Day!

The young man shook his head and said, "I do not understand what Lu Ning is saying"

Lv Ning quickened his pace. Half an hour later, he arrived at the edge of the village, which was estimated to have only about twenty households. However, what troubled Lv Ning was that the houses of the farmers in the village could hardly be called houses; they were essentially just walls made of earth, with only a layer of straw laid on top.

Lü Ning thought to herself, is there really such a poor and backward place in Shangri-La? Could it be that I have taken a wrong turn and ended up in the northern mountainous region of Myanmar? That is the territory of the Deqin Gang, where conflict has persisted for many years, and killing is as commonplace as killing a dog, with no one caring about it.

Lu Ning was unsure whether this type of snake was venomous. Without daring to stay for a moment, he immediately sat down, bent and raised his left leg, and quickly sucked at the wound with his mouth, spitting it out and then sucking again, repeating this process. At first, he felt a slight numbness in his left calf. It was only after fresh red blood began to flow from his calf that Lu Ning stopped, feeling as if his mouth had swollen. He took out some detoxification tablets and antibiotic capsules from his backpack and swallowed them, then poured a little Yunnan Baiyao onto the wound. It was only after fresh red blood began to flow from his calf that Lu Ning stopped, feeling as if his mouth had swollen. He took out some detoxification tablets and antibiotic capsules from his backpack and swallowed them, then poured a little Yunnan Baiyao onto the wound.

Lu Ning let out a bitter laugh, helplessly nodded to the two of them, and left in solitude. Lu Ning knocked on the doors of several families, and the people who came to open the doors were all dressed in ancient garments made of coarse hemp. Lu Ning was unable to ascertain whether this place was within the borders of China or Myanmar.