“Where exactly is this place?”Su Yu was secretly surprised.
He held his breath and stayed motionless on Yang Hua’s shoulder, waiting for an opportunity to pluck the nine yin grass.
When the ancient man returned to the tribe, seven or eight ancient men immediately ran over and spoke in a language that even Su Yu could not understand.
It could be guessed that they were talking about three prey.
The few of them returned to a simple and crude huge wooden house. Their backs were against the gloomy river, and in front of the house was a huge hanging pot.
The skeletons of bats were piled up near the hanging pot, and there were at least tens of millions of them.
The ancient men were the top of the food chain in this underground world. The ancient men at present were originally planning to hunt bats, but who knew that three humans would barge in unintentionally. As a result, they became his fresh prey.
