The Fish People, just as Qing Li said, had quite an enmity with Yuan Hong.
Their eyes were all bloodshot, babbling nonsense, shouting curses in an unknown tongue.
Yuan Hong seemed to understand this language, and cursed back just as incoherently.
It would have been better if he hadn't retorted, but as soon as Yuan Hong responded.
The entire Fish People tribe became enraged, and they even went so far as to skin their dead members to make war drums on the spot.
The war drums pounded continuously, the scene suddenly becoming majestic and vast.
This place had unexpectedly become a battlefield, both sides engaged in endless slaughter.
"What are they saying, Grandma, can you understand?" I asked Qing Li in a low voice beside me.
