This scene made Song Shan and Fang Nanyi feel very weird.

However, the two reacted quite quickly, Song Shan looked at the black leader a little strangely, and asked tentatively: "Do you speak Chinese?"

"It seems that you are really Chinese!" The black leader looked a little indifferent, but he really spoke Chinese, and those who didn't know really thought he was a black child who grew up in China.

Song Shan and Fang Nanyi were sure that this person really knew Chinese, and he was very proficient, and he didn't speak it at all, anyway, it didn't look like a foreigner's accent.

"Why are you trespassing into our tribe's territory?"

The black leader asked Song Shan.

"I'm sorry, we accidentally broke in!" Song Shan hurriedly explained.

"There has never been a careless person who enters the Forest of Death!" the black leader's eyes seemed to have been assimilated by the color of his skin, and only then did a cold light burst out.

Boom Boom Boom Boom !!!

At this time, the surrounding blacks began to knock the earth with their spears, one after another, the momentum was strong, and they felt like they were going to fight.

"Misunderstanding!"

Song Shan hurriedly analyzed: "It's really a misunderstanding, we don't know what the Death Forest is, we just came to travel, accidentally fell off, and then came here!"

“@#%￥%#...... ￥%@！”

At this time, a black man walked up, walked to the side of the black leader, and said a word to him, what exactly it meant, Song Shan Fang Nanyi naturally didn't know.

They don't have a translator either.

This language barrier is really a very troublesome thing.

"Are you Chinese from the Herrero Division?"

The black leader's gaze became more and more fierce, looking at Song Shan, if Song Shan's answer was yes, it was estimated that he was ready to burst out the spear in his hand and stab Song Shan out of a few holes.

"Herrero?"

Song Shan and Fang Nanyi looked at each other, a little unclear.

This tribe, Song Shan knows, he has also popularized some of the history of Africa, Namibia was not established, in this land, there was a tribe and the invader German army fought fiercely.

This tribe is the Herrero tribe.

This is an indigenous tribe in Africa, but it was exterminated by Germany many years ago, and it has almost become extinct.

But I heard that some escaped, and then disappeared.

Later, it was rumored that the Herrero tribe seemed to be hiding in the Forest of Death, and this time they tracked down Fang Lun from the Herrero tribe.

Looking at the words of the black leader, it seems that in the forest of death, there are also tribal disputes?

Africa is lagging behind.

In the tribal era, the battle was very fierce, and the fight was non-stop.

"We're not!"

Song Shan hurriedly replied: "We don't know about the Herrero tribe at all, when we were outside, we heard that the Herrero tribe was exterminated, but what happened to them, I don't know!"

The black leader could understand Chinese, but he didn't believe Song Shan's words.

“@#@#%%@￥............！

Another black man muttered a word next to the black chief.

The black leader's face changed greatly, his eyes looked at Song Shan Fang Nanyi, and he became fierce: "You trampled on our holy flower?"

"Holy Flower?"

Song Shan glanced around and saw that it was a few flowers on the bank of the river that he accidentally stepped on when he came up, which were exactly the same as the flowers in the flower garden installed above.

Pure black.

It feels like a rose.

Black Rose?

It's not a flower.

Although the color is special, this flower language is particularly frightening, representing desperate love.

"Our holy flower is sacrificed to the temple, since you trample on our holy flower, it is equivalent to trampling on our temple!"

The black leader said indifferently: "No matter where you come from, you still stay and make fertilizer for our holy flowers!"

"Kura!"

"Kura!"

The young and strong blacks began to get excited, and raised their spears one by one.

"Calm down!"

When Song Shan saw this situation, he felt a little out of control, and hurriedly said: "Although I stepped on it, I think these flowers can be saved, you believe me, I can save it, and ensure that your holy flowers are intact!"

If he really started to do it, although he wouldn't suffer a loss, it was always a bad thing to kill people, and it was too cruel to kill so many people.

He held back.

"Can you cure it?" the black leader looked at Song Shan suspiciously.

"I can!"

Song Shan hurriedly said: "What I learned is to plant flowers, I am very good at planting flowers, no flowers can wither in my hands, you believe me!"

"Okay!"

The black leader pondered for a moment, then pressed his hand, suppressed his subordinates, and said to Song Shan: "If you can cure you of destroying the holy flower, then I will let you leave here, but you have to drink the holy water and forget about this place!"

"Holy water?"

Song Shan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

What is this?

Forget it, let's get past the current hurdle first, and then talk about it.

He walked over and faced a few flowers, because when he carried Fang Nanyi ashore just now, some of them were too anxious, so he stepped on a few flowers.

Although the flower stem is broken, it has not been completely broken, and there is still a chance.

"Come and hold me!"

Song Shan said to Fang Nanyi.

"Hmm!"

Fang Nanyi squatted down and took the opportunity to ask in a low voice: "What kind of tribe are these, will they really kill us?"

"I don't know what tribe it is, but it must be a primitive tribe, the indigenous people of Africa, these people don't have any sense of law, and if they say that they treat us as flower fertilizer, they will definitely treat us as flower fertilizer!"

Song Shan also lowered his voice and said, "So I'll see the opportunity later!"

"Got it!"

Fang Nanyi became nervous.

Song Shan first used some small wooden poles to tie and straighten these broken flowers, and then he checked the roots of some of these flowers.

I took a closer look at the flowers, the leaves.

Oddly enough.

He didn't know this kind of thing, he hadn't seen it before, although it looked like a black rose, but it was obviously not a black rose, and the black rose flower was not like this.

This flower, from head to tail, including leaves, roots, branches, is black, those lines are black, and the juice is also black.

It's the first time he's seen such a strange flower.

He couldn't help but ask the old antiques in the Origin World: "Origin Boss, what kind of flower is this?"

"This is a flower dedicated to the gods, there is no name!"

The original idea told Song Shan: "It was in ancient times, a pious person, in order to knock the mercy of God, planted a kind of flower, he fed it with his own flesh and blood, very beautiful, and finally he used this flower to worship God, and God was finally moved by him, and sent down a miracle, and this most beautiful flower, removed the color, and dyed it black, and from then on, it was a flower exclusively for the temple!"

"Is there a god in this world?" Song Shan was shocked in his heart.

"Why are people in the world obsessed with cultivating immortals, whether immortals can exist, no one knows, and there are some things, I can't remember, but I remember that in a certain era, immortals and gods have fallen into miracles!"

Origin Mind said lightly: "But I'm just a machine spirit, I'm not a living being, the memory of a living soul can be altered or destroyed, but as long as it is restored, it can always be restored, and the memory of our machine spirit can easily be overwritten and changed, just like a program, what I think is not necessarily right, so I can't answer your question." ”

Song Shan took a deep breath, at this time he didn't care about dwelling on this issue, whether there were immortals or gods, if I saw him in the future, it would be a big deal to open his eyes.

Now he had cured the flowers first, otherwise he would have been dragged to be used as fertilizer.

has been injured into such a flower, relying on the water of life alone, there is no way to hold it, so Song Shan also has to configure some special medicine for the recovery of the injured flower.

There are still a lot of this kind of secret recipe in the Origin Ding, so Song Shan is the best doctor in the world for plant life, and basically no one can compare.

It took about an hour for Song Shan to finally restore a trace of vitality to these holy flowers that were about to wither, which could be seen with the naked eye.

"Vala!"

"Vala!"

A group of black people croaked, looking at Song Shan's eyes were not as fierce as before, but much more convenient and supple and bright.

"My name is Stop!"

The tall black leader walked over, looking at Song Shan's eyes became much softer, without too much fierce and evil, he looked at Song Shan with a naturally friendly smile and introduced himself.

"Stop?"

Song Shan hurriedly reacted, and he introduced himself: "We are from Huaguo, I am Song Shan, and he is Fang Nanyi!"

You don't have to change your name here, just be yourself.

"You have cured our sacred flower, you can be regarded as a friend of our tribe, I invite you to our tribe as a guest!" said Sai Invitation.

"Is it convenient?"

Song Shan also wanted to see what the African indigenous tribes in this dead forest were like.

"No problem!"

The black leader pointed ahead and said, "In front of us is our tribe, and our tribe has not had outsiders visit us for many years!"

"Then excuse me!"

Song Shan took Fang Nanyi's hand, he didn't take advantage, in this environment, it was not very safe, if he was not careful, he would lose Fang Nanyi, it would be sad, at least he said it to himself.

Fang Nanyi is not pretentious, and let her little hands let Song Shan pull her away, but as an archaeologist who has been exploring the tomb all year round, she is not a vase, a pair of eyes look around, remember the terrain, and be alert to any danger.

Along the way, Song Shan couldn't help but ask.

"Sai, who did you learn Chinese with?" Song Shan was very strange about this, logically speaking, how could the indigenous tribes of Africa located under the forest of death go to the far east to learn Chinese.

"A Han man!"

Speaking of this, Sai's face was a little gloomy, but it was black, and he really couldn't see any expression on him, but his voice couldn't suppress the hatred:" Many years ago, there was also a Chinese from the Far East China, came to our tribe, our tribe is isolated from the outside world, but we are very curious about the outside world, for the arrival of outsiders, very friendly, at first we did not understand the language, there is no way to communicate, but he gradually settled, began to communicate with us, he learned our language, and then taught us Chinese, we can communicate, I have never been outside, in the tribe, I am the strongest warrior, no one is my opponent, but he can fight with me, I am very happy, and then we are getting better and better, but......”

As he spoke, his eyes became gloomy.

Song Shan's heart sudden.

Many years ago, the Chinese came to this tribe, this ......

It won't be such a coincidence.

Fang Lun should be in the Herrero tribe, not in this mysterious tribe that is isolated from the world.

"He snatched the divine seed in our temple, and robbed us of the most precious saint who can protect the temple, he is a bad person!" In fact, Sai's tone, in Song Shan's opinion, was like a child's accusation.

From this point of view, this tribe, which has been isolated from the world for too long, has degenerated, is too pure, and does not even have the basic heart of defense against people.

To say that he has experienced being deceived once, he actually didn't kill Song Shanfang Nanyi for the first time, he is really super generous, do you want to be deceived for the second time.

........................

Led by the black leader Sai, Song Shan came to this mysterious tribe in the forest of death.

It is a tribe located in the middle of the forest.

There was no source of light for the sun and moon, they were located in the forest a hundred meters deep underground, and what they used to illuminate were glowing stones, stones like pearls of the night.

This is a small tribe, as far as the eye can see, there are only scattered huts built of wood, which is said to be a tribe, but this tribe seems to be less than a hundred people.

"This is the chief of our tribe!" Sai took Song Shan and Fang Nanyi to a relatively large-scale wooden house in the middle, which seemed to have a scale, but it was actually very simple, the only thing that made people dazzling was the light source, those glowing things, if it was the Night Pearl, then this tribe would really hold more than a gold mine.

The chieftain of their tribe introduced Song Shan and Fang Nanyi, the chief of their tribe, who was a thin old man, but very majestic.

I don't know why, Song Shan felt that there was a sacred smell on him.

"God's Tomb Keeper!" Song Shan's mind reminded him that the African old man in front of him was a God's tomb keeper.

Song Shan suddenly became serious, God does not exist, maybe, but the tomb keeper of God, that is the representative of the divine, such as the Pope of Rome, angels do not necessarily exist, but the Pope of Rome can represent the glory of God in the world, he is sacred, this is the temperament brought by faith.

No wonder Song Shan felt particularly respectful and sacred when he looked at the old man in Africa, and his feelings were the power of faith at work.

..................

"Stop, why did you bring outsiders back to the tribe?"

The old man in Africa looked cold, he used the language of the tribe, Song Shan and Fang Nanyi naturally couldn't understand it, but looking at it, it was obvious that he was asking.

"Chief!" Sei knelt down, bowed respectfully, and then said respectfully in the language of the tribe: "This person can cure the holy flower, maybe he can also cure the sacred tree in our temple, so I brought him back!"

Sai is not a person who is easy to fool, he brought Song Shan back, because he fell in love with Song Shan's ability to manage those black flowers before.