Chen Xingtian narrowed his eyes. The boy with wounds all over his body was very suspicious, especially the penetrating wound on his shoulder. The inside of the wound was like a broken crack when he sensed it with his mind. This is not like a wound caused by a sharp weapon such as a spear, but more like...
Gunshot wound! ?
The situation in South Africa is more complicated. Although you can hold a gun with a gun license, it is definitely illegal to shoot a gun. Moreover, primitive tribes like this basically use spears for hunting, and almost no one uses shotguns.
Ignoring that kid, Chen Xingtian continued to ask the remaining people. Most of them had the same name. A few said they had seen this place, but they couldn't remember where they were.
Seeing that everyone except the old man was asked again, but nothing was gained, Chen Xingtian gave up completely. The wise old man secretly cursed when he saw this, another explorer who didn't know the heights of the sky, but still comforted him: "Although I don't know This place, but I believe there is a saying, that is, sincerity leads to spiritual success. If you really want to reach this place, why not participate in the sacrificial ceremony of my tribe, maybe the Lord will guide you to the place you want..."
Having said that, many tribal aborigines expressed their warm welcome to Chen Xingtian. They had only seen European or American faces before, and this was their first time seeing Asians with round faces. Coincidentally, they happened to be having a sacrificial event tonight.
Chen Xingtian remained silent and looked at the wise old man with complicated eyes. Ding Ruomeng seemed to notice something on his face and did not say much, but smiled and talked with the old man.
One of the particularly enthusiastic aboriginals pulled Ding Ruomeng's sleeve and expressed a warm welcome to them to visit his home. Before the atmosphere became even weirder, Ding Ruomeng pulled Chen Xingtian and followed the aboriginal away from the crowd.
"Huh, it's finally out." Ding Ruomeng sighed. This was completely different from her experience on the Laka tribe. Sure enough, the more primitive the ethnic customs, the more simple they were. She didn't see anyone in the Celestial Dynasty. Anyone who dared to drag her home... well, except Chen Xingtian.
Thinking of this, she looked at the hand held by the aborigine, and quickly put it away in a panic. She glanced at Chen Xingtian guiltily. She was afraid that Chen Xingtian would be jealous, but she didn't expect that he didn't pay attention to the situation here. Instead, he looked like he was frowning. .
"Kongkong, are you sure?" Chen Xingtian looked serious.
"Wow!" He arched his backpack empty.
Ding Ruomeng is so smart, she guessed some questions at once: "Then the old man is lying?"
"Not entirely. Kong Kong said that the old man's words contained some joking colors. Some of them were half true and false. He probably knows something about this place." Chen Xingtian said in a deep voice. Before he asked the question just now, he considered that Kong Kong seemed to have the qualifications The ability to distinguish language, so I tested it from a tricky angle.
"It seems that this old man also has some problems." He glanced at the tribal aborigines walking in front, and then, as if through perspective, he saw the young man who was bandaging a wound in the house.
"Yeah?" Ding Ruomeng grasped the key word.
"I'll explain it later, come with me." Chen Xingtian pulled her into the aborigine's house.
…
"Oh? Are you talking about Ali? This young man is an innovator in the tribe. He is one of the few children in the tribe who followed the advanced faction to develop in the city. Originally, we used to fish directly in the water with spears. After his recommendation, Then I gradually started using fishing rods...
This child has been missing for three days. We have been looking for him these days. Generally speaking, we will not stray far from the tribe. Even if we cannot make it back within one day, we should be back the next day.
You said you saw him come back, and he was covered with injuries. Just so I saw that you are about the same age, so I took you to meet him. "
This aboriginal didn't speak English, but he could barely understand English and could barely communicate. Chen Xingtian learned from him that his name was Holmes, and that he was a person with a high status in the village like the old man.
I took a brief tour of his home. It was simpler than the slum house in Bericon, but it couldn't be said to be simple. After all, the houses of primitive tribes must be simple.
Under the leadership of Holmes, Chen Xingtian walked through a grassland to Ali's thatched house. It must be said that the scenery of primitive tribes is closer to nature, and some are closely related to nature. All kinds of houses seen along the road are made from local materials. Yes, after leaving the tribe, there is an endless prairie, and it has a more wild atmosphere than the Hulunbuir Prairie. If one day Chen Xingtian chooses to live in seclusion, this place will be a good choice.
The thatched cottage is smaller than Holmes, but there are surprisingly many decorations on the walls. The most important thing is that the technical content of these decorations is higher than what you see along the road.
'It seems that this so-called Ali is very technical. He can invent some new things on his own, and his thinking must not be pedantic. It depends on whether he knows these things. Chen Xingtian said secretly.
"Ali, I am Uncle Holmes. I heard that you are back and injured, so I came here to see you. By the way, I also brought two people of the same age as you..."
Before Holmes could finish speaking, there was a ping-ping-pong-pong sound in the room, as if something had been knocked over. After a while, the door finally opened, and a chubby black head popped out.
"Later, it's you. I heard that Ali was injured. Is he okay?" Holmes seemed to be familiar with this fat young man. When they started chatting with him, Chen Xingtian remained silent and listened to the empty translation.
"Ali was kidnapped by a group of foreigners when he went hunting a few days ago. Those people forced him to find a place and killed him if he couldn't find it. In order to survive, Ali had to lead the way for those hateful foreigners.
Later, these people seemed to have found what they wanted and decided to kill and silence them. Ali spent a lot of effort to escape. He said that he did not want to see these foreigners again. "The fat young man glanced at Chen Xingtian, then at Ding Ruomeng, with a look of disgust in his eyes, and said to Holmes without hesitation.
"It seems that we are disliked." Chen Xingtian clasped his hands behind his back, smiling half-heartedly: "But, it doesn't take much effort to get it, so let's start with the guy inside."
What happened to Ali was very close to what Chen Xingtian thought. This boy must have been exposed to the treasure, both from his appearance and from Latte's report.
However, Holmes asked in the local dialect where he was going and where Chen Xingtian was looking for. The results seemed to be surprisingly consistent. Every time he asked, he would give Chen Xingtian a complicated look.
"Is there any problem?" Ding Ruomeng pretended not to know.
"Ali said that he was injured and unwell, and he doesn't want to see you now. I'm sorry." Holmes said tactfully, but there was a hint of impatience in his words unconsciously: "You can go to the tribe, Ali." I'm going to take him to the chief to report to him."
This time, even their attitude changed completely. It seemed that they regarded Chen Xingtian as an accomplice of those people. Even if they were not an accomplice, they were definitely related.
Chen Xingtian spread his hands with an indifferent expression, and then took Ding Ruomeng around the village. Ding Ruomeng, on the other hand, was a little anxious: "They obviously misunderstood our purpose. We should stand up and clarify."
"What are you afraid of? It will take a lot of words to come forward to clarify. At worst, I will beat that kid, and I won't dare not fight him."
"But since he knows the location of the treasure, why doesn't he ask now? If he doesn't leave, the treasure may have been taken away." Ding Ruomeng continued to ask.
"Why are you so anxious? Those who can get our hands will definitely not escape. Those people really transported them away overnight. I am not short of the money." Chen Xingtian patted her head and said seriously: "Actually, when I transform at sea At that time, my mentality also changed. These external things are actually not that important. What is important is the scenery along the way...and the people around me."
Ding Ruomeng was shocked: "Do you really think so?"
"of course."
Hearing what he said, Ding Ruomeng suddenly felt sweet in his heart. The straight male personality this guy had always shown had originally made him a little disappointed. Unexpectedly, the progress of his relationship made him give up his original goal and choose himself. , it’s really a little surprise.
But she would never know that Kong Kong in the backpack showed a look of disdain as usual. Chen Xingtian twitched the corner of his mouth and defended:
'Nonsense, I did some calculations recently. Eight billion meters of gold and silver jewelry, even if replaced by the purest ones, would still weigh several tons. It's not until you take it all. '
"Woof!" (Haha.)
…
In the evening, a blazing fire burned in the open area five hundred meters away from the Luoze tribe. A large group of indigenous people wearing leather clothes and skirts danced weird dances around the bonfire.
At this time, the sun has already set below the horizon, and the flames that are several people high give the grassland a mysterious color.
This was the sacrificial ceremony of the Luoze tribe. Compared with what Chen Xingtian had seen before, there was nothing special about it. It was just about slaughtering a few livestock to sacrifice to the gods in order to pray for good weather and sufficient food in the coming year.
Chen Xingtian sat not far from the sacrificial site, watching boredly as the mass of carbon chain material on the grass slowly released its own heat under the combustion of the air.
Originally, the wise old man wanted them to participate in the activity, but unfortunately, in just one afternoon, Ali's experience spread throughout the tribe, and most people's eyes became extremely unfriendly. Some of them were originally prepared to give Chen Xingtian's visitors to the house also temporarily changed their minds.
If someone who didn't understand the local dialect was among them, he would definitely be in the dark and not know what was going on, but Chen Xingtian was definitely an outlier among them.
Fortunately, the wise old man had invited Chen Xingtian to participate in the sacrificial activities before, and the promise he made was not bad enough to be broken again, so he did not drive them away.
"It's so fickle." Chen Xingtian took out a pack of compressed biscuits and chewed them casually. He didn't know what he was thinking until a certain moment, there was a noise from the direction of the tribe, and a young man covered with bandages was surrounded by a group of people. come over.
Everyone who was dancing around the bonfire also stopped what they were doing and greeted the young man with greetings. It didn’t take a guess to know that this young man was Ali, who had narrowly escaped death.
He was placed in a special position by everyone. Several old people bowed in front of the bonfire, and then applied burnt charcoal powder on Ali's face. The old people jumped up and down, as if celebrating something. It's like praying for something.
Chen Xingtian then nibbled on melon seeds and watched the scene in front of him with great interest. This was much more interesting than before. Ali should be the protagonist today.
However, this is not necessarily their final say.
It seemed that the indigenous sacrifices had angered the gods. The bonfire began to twist wildly, and the dangerous tongues of flames licked everything around them as if they were alive. Seeing this, everyone panicked and fled from the range of the dancing flames, but a group of people were still trapped. The tongues of fire licked their bodies, and their whole bodies began to burn. Fortunately, the natives were prepared and poured the buckets of water they had prepared on them.
However, this was just the beginning. The flame seemed to be possessed by some kind of ghost that was not afraid of fire. It began to show a faint green color, and the shape of the flame actually outlined the appearance of a ghost with fangs. .
Chen Xingtian stopped this animal behavior of eating melon seeds with his mind, stood up slowly, walked towards the bonfire where the will-o'-the-wisps were raging, and murmured: "Today's protagonist is not you."
