After the incredible conversation between Song Wenbin and the African man Babu, the crew members received an astonishing salary increase.
Although Babu did not give up the idea of kidnapping the director and photographer for a high ransom, this did not prevent them from giving the director a good environment. They brought some bread and water to the photographer and director, and did not beat them for no reason.
However, the bread looked dirty and had dust on it. The director didn't want to eat it, so he threw it to the black man guarding him. The black man got the bread and ate it voraciously.
After listening to Song Wenbin's words, the black man Babu led a group of people out.
Although Su Tina had a lot to ask Song Wenbin, she didn't dare to ask because she was afraid that some black people could understand Chinese. Moreover, Song Wenbin felt physically and mentally exhausted after the negotiation, so he lay down on the floor and began to fall asleep.
Su Tina was convinced that Song Wenbin could fall asleep in such a place. She sat next to Song Wenbin and kept staring at the director who was on the phone.
The director's cell phone was confiscated and he could only use a worn-out PHS to call Seal's senior management. However, when Seal's senior management asked where they were, no one on the film crew could tell them. They only said that they had been taken there. In a very remote church more than 100 kilometers away from Lagos.
When Song Wenbin woke up from his sleep, it was already early morning. He was dragged and pushed into a pickup truck by a group of people. Then the black people here drove their own cars and drove into the depths of the jungle with the kidnapped people in the dark.
After walking in a winding way for another half an hour, he was brought to a broken wooden house in the wilderness. This place was probably an abandoned plantation, with withered sugar cane roots everywhere, and it was extremely desolate.
The car stopped in front of the abandoned wooden house. Babu stood in front of the wooden house, opened his arms to Song Wenbin, and welcomed him: "Song, I have found the materials you mentioned."
Song Wenbin rubbed his eyes, and a strong stench instantly woke him up from his dazed state. It turned out that in that abandoned house, there was a pile of brown material and several black and white bloody butts, and the stench that towered into the sky was emanating from the black and white butts.
Song Wenbin said these things that he himself did not understand at that time just to delay some time until the people from the embassy came to rescue. Unexpectedly, in just one sleep, Brother Heizi found all these inexplicable materials.
"So fast..."
Song Wenbin muttered.
"Of course, this is Africa. What's hard to find is wild animals." He said proudly: "How about it! When will we start the purification ceremony!"
Song Wenbin understood that his work was not over yet and he could not reveal his secret. Immediately, with a serious face, he walked to the pile of things that even flies disliked, and pretended to check them around. Then, he wiped away his smoked tears and said, "Is it just you? Where are the dancing priests?"
"My people have passed by and will be there before dawn."
Babu said confidently.
Song Wenbin saw Babu's sworn look and thought that he might not be happy if he wasted time with this guy at this time. This followed his words: "Very good, as long as the shadow can be driven away, your family's fortune will rise steadily. Not only your son's performance, but also your career and your family's career will improve rapidly."
"Great." Babu said impatiently: "Then what should we do specifically."
"Let your men get some water."
Song Wenbin said: "I want to recite some spells for you to ward off bad luck."
Babu did as he was told.
Soon, a large bucket of water came to Song Wenbin.
He and Barb said, "We need to get on the roof."
"Go to the roof?"
Babu was puzzled.
"Heaven is above and hell is below. The evil things stay below and the pure things are above. Do you want to be above or below?" Song Wenbin asked.
Babu suddenly realized this and was so excited that he could only pat Song Wenbin hard on the shoulder and give him thumbs up.
Sutina beside her was already numb. She had never seen such a eloquent guy in her whole life. Looking at the other people, everyone in the film crew was probably numb. They could only stand behind Song Wenbin in a daze, like puppets.
But Song Wenbin had no intention of staying with them. After Babu's men set up the ladder, he climbed directly to the roof with Babu without even bringing a translator.
Babu was obviously very satisfied with him and asked Song Wenbin what to do as soon as he got to the roof.
Song Wenbin gestured for him to throw away the gun. At this moment, he seemed to be a priest, with a serious expression on his face.
Without saying a word, Babu threw the AK47 to the men below.
Song Wenbin pulled the hem of his clothes again, signaling him to start taking off his clothes.
Babu immediately started to take off his clothes. When there was only one pair of underwear left, Song Wenbin said, "Okay, okay!"
Although Babu couldn't understand Song Wenbin's words, he could understand what he meant.
Song Wenbin was lying on the smelly roof, with his hands crossed in a lying position.
Babu crossed his arms knowingly and lay down.
Song Wenbin started to wet his hands with water and let the water drip on the forehead of the black man Babu. While dripping, he chanted: "Grow cotton, grow cotton, grow cotton. Buddha will bless you for growing cotton, and Jesus will bless you for growing cotton." Allah bless you to grow cotton, go to North America to grow cotton, go to Australia to grow cotton, grow cotton, pick cotton, eat watermelon, don’t touch your crotch, otherwise you will be beaten..."
I heard Song Wenbin planting cotton rhythmically.
Feel the gentle drops of water falling from your forehead.
Babu felt as if his whole body had been purified, and he was in a state of ecstasy. He couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart.
At this time, the rain that lasted for a day ended, and a huge moon and countless stars appeared silently from the sky. A group of black people stood on the ground, staring at the two people on the roof like a fox.
Sutina looked at the black people next to her with awe in their eyes. She couldn't help but swallow her saliva. She couldn't help but quietly moved to the director's side and asked, "Director Bao..."
The director looked at the roof without looking back and whispered: "You tell me."
"Song Wenbin..."
Sutina hesitated again and again, but couldn't help but asked: "What did he do before?"
The director was silent.
"Could he be real..."
Sutina gestured: "He is really some kind of fortune-telling apprentice..."
The director was still silent. To be honest, he was also very doubtful about what kind of monster the male guest the program team had found for him was.
At this time, the photographer who had been translating for Song Wenbin said with admiration and ecstasy: "Teacher Yan is my idol."
"Who is Teacher Yan?"
"Misogynistic me, his online name."
Sutina:…….
"I like this courage so much."
The photographer said softly: "I have been his fan since he did live broadcasts."
Sutina was shocked and whispered: "Are you his fan!?"
The photographer ignored Sutina and admired what was happening on the roof with enchanted eyes, as if admiring a work of art, completely forgetting that he was in Africa and was kidnapped.
"Who's got the mini camera on?"
The director couldn't bear it anymore and asked in a low voice.
A photographer stood up secretly from the side, took out a pen from his arms, handed it to Paulie, and said, "Here."
The director was very satisfied and asked in a low voice: "Did you film on the road?"
"It's always on, but I don't know what the effect will be."
said the photographer.
Sutina didn't know how many times she had been fooled today. She watched in stunned silence as the director put the pen on his ear, pointed the pen at the roof, and started filming.
"You are all a bunch of lunatics..."
she murmured.
...
There are two worlds on the roof and below the house. On the roof, Song Wenbin recited the Cotton Curse hundreds of times until Babu fell into a deep sleep.
At this moment, he was sitting next to the sleeping black man, but he didn't feel relaxed at all. The black man in front of him was about the same height as him, but his muscles were bulging and the blood vessels on his arms were thick. At first glance, he was not a good guy. Although his neck was exposed in front of Song Wenbin, he didn't dare to do anything. Firstly, there were all gun-toting gangsters down there, and secondly, if there was a fight, I would definitely not be a match for this black man in hand-to-hand combat.
It would be nice if Huo Yu was here.
As soon as the idea came out, Song Wenbin was shocked by his own thoughts.
Then I secretly resented it in my heart.
If it hadn't been for that crazy woman, how could I have ended up in this situation? If I had just paid some money and gone there, I might have arrived in Lagos by now.
Song Wenbin looked at the moon in the sky. The moon was already setting in the west, and dawn might be coming soon. I don’t know if Huo Yu has contacted the embassy. If he has contacted the embassy, can they find it in this barren mountain and wild place?
As time passed by, Song Wenbin heard the sound of a car engine coming from deep in the jungle. The black man Babu who was lying under Song Wenbin suddenly sat up, startling Song Wenbin.
He stared at the car lights deep in the forest for a few moments, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Song Wenbin, "It's the priests. The priests are here."
Song Wenbin couldn't understand what he was talking about, but when he saw him smiling, Song Wenbin's heart gradually sank. He was definitely not from the embassy.
Sure enough, several old pickup trucks drove out of the forest and stopped in front of the wooden house.
Several barefoot old men wearing exaggerated, strange and colorful robes were helped out of the pickup truck.
Babu jumped directly from the roof, waving his hands and shouting something loudly.
A younger brother brought a torch and Song Wenbin hurriedly climbed down from the roof.
The torch soon ignited the fetid hut filled with hay, and a raging flame rose in the clearing. A kind of priest had already received the order and began to dance wildly around the burning wooden house. Their limbs twitched, their eyes rolled, and they looked like they were in high spirits.
The blazing fire illuminated everyone's face. Babu stood next to Song Wenbin and praised: "After going through your ceremony, I feel a lot more relaxed. It's really great. Do you know? I After knowing that my son’s grades were not good, my mother kept asking those damn witch doctors to hit my butt with big rocks for half a month, but it had no effect.”
As he spoke, he unzipped his pants and showed Song Wenbin. Sure enough, there was a large bruise on his butt.
Song Wenbin:......
"When I go back this time, I will definitely bury that damn guy alive with stones. Compared with your method, his method is simply too primitive and backward."
Song Wenbin smiled, a little reluctantly.
However, at this moment, a little brother walked up to Babu and whispered something into his ear. Babu's expression changed slightly and he began to whisper with the little brother.
Although Song Wenbin seemed to be calm and unhurried, in fact he was observing Babu's face all the time, and his nerves remained highly tense. Seeing his expression change slightly, he suddenly became nervous. Due to the pressure, he slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
Soon, the younger brother left.
At this time, Babu suddenly asked Song Wenbin: "Seven cars crashed into our checkpoint before, but we only brought back six cars, and one car is missing. Do you know the owner of that car?" "
The pressure suddenly increased, and the confusing unknown and reality made Song Wenbin not sure how to answer. Each answer may point to a different result.
