"How did I know if you didn't say it?"

Qian Qian frowned.

"They lived in 352 years. At that time, the mainland of China was in a hellish period. The Five Barbarians and Sixteen Kingdoms fought endlessly. The entire China was involved in this disaster, but the people on the island knew nothing about it. They were self-sufficient on the island for decades and had never left the island."

"Although life on the island is not very good, at least everyone can eat and wear warmth, so there is no need to worry about any danger. Until one year, a boat came to this island. There were only three living people on the boat, all of whom were covered in scars and were barely able to tell from the broken clothes that were these three soldiers."

The younger generation on the island did not know these people, but the older generation knew something, so they took the three soldiers home to take care of them carefully. However, the three of them suffered from sharp weapons and the body was invaded by iron poison. In addition, there was no effective medicine on the island at that time, the three of them died one by one.

"And during the three people's treatment, one of the people with higher positions called themselves a general and told them about the miserable scenes that happened on the Chinese mainland at this time. The barbarian tribes invaded the interior of China while taking advantage of the Eight Kings' Rebellion, killing countless people along the way, using living people as military rations, etc., etc., kept narrating it from the people, and it quickly spread throughout the island in less than a day."

"And this incident quickly caused panic among the crowd. They didn't know if these barbarians would suddenly appear on the island one day, and then spread them into adults and serve as military rations."

"What does this have to do with your tribe?"

Although he was a little interested in this story, what Qian Qian wanted to know the most is Han Laoliu's tribe.

"Of course it's related. The people on this island are my tribal ancestors."

Han Laoliu took another sip of the cigarette butt in his hand, and then he threw it on the ground with some reluctance.

"What are your tribes people on the island?"

Qian Qian looked up and down at Han Laoliu, feeling a little unbelievable.

"Don't believe it. Although my ancestors were just ordinary people back then, when the three soldiers arrived on the island, they changed."

"After the death of the three soldiers, in line with the idea of ​​returning to dust, the people on the island buried them for them. When the family who took in the general cleaned up their relics, they found a basic booklet and a long box. The ancestors lived on the island far away, and naturally they loved such rare things, so they secretly hid them."

"Because decades have passed on the island, this family can't recognize a few big words, and they don't know the contents in the booklet."

"The box looks ordinary, but in fact it is a machine box. This family tried every means to open it without opening it. Moreover, the material of this box is extremely special. Even the fire is burning, the knife, axe and chop cannot hurt it. In order not to attract the attention of neighbors, they could only give up and take care of the box and the booklet together."

"After more than ten years, the younger generation on the island grew up and had their own ideas. They didn't want to live a simple life on the island just like this. They wanted a better life, so one day, five children secretly boarded the boat that took three soldiers to the island more than ten years ago while the adults were not paying attention, and prepared to go to mainland China."
Chapter completed!