"Uncle Mo, why are you in the depths of the desert!"
"Ah… it's a long story!"
Chen Ergou's words struck a nerve with Mo Bai, who then slowly lowered his head, his complexion looking particularly poor. After a long sigh, he half-squatted on the ground and spoke softly.
"Brother Ergou, actually, our village used to live very well!"
"And our original home wasn't on this desolate Northern Desert!"
There must be something fishy about this, so Chen Ergou also squatted down beside Mo Bai, listening carefully to every word he said.
"Uncle Mo, did you migrate here?"
"Yes!"
Chen Ergou looked into the distance again; many of their homes were just small temporary tents, obviously belonging to migrants. After Chen Ergou spoke slowly, Mo Bai nodded silently and continued.
"Our tribe people originally lived freely and happily."
"But ever since we encountered the bandits, who looted and massacred, harming our tribe."
