"Knock! knock!"

The sound of the stone stick smashing on the ground was like the call of death, and in the dark environment, the lightning flashing in the sky was like a scythe raised by the god of death that emitted cold light.

"Puff! Puff!"

Chaowen's heart was beating extremely fast at this time, and he felt that his ears were about to lose his voice.

The legs are a little weak.

There was a piercing pain in the wrist, something was bound on it, I don't know if it was hemp rope. It wasn't like hemp rope, and it felt like these natives might have done something else to him. Because of the pain, he couldn't feel whether the pain was made of hemp rope.

Something seemed to flow into the palms of his hands, warm and sticky.

The smell of blood!

His own blood!

Damn what these natives are going to do, what the fuck are they going to do!

But then he knew.

For these fellows will come up to him with the sickle of cutting wheat and crouch down before him, and they will tell the people who are facing him to cut off the rib of the neck!

Crazy!

Someone to save him! Damn, why didn't anyone pay attention to him, these people are dead! These garbage, scumbags! Just torture and look at him so tormented?! Please! Someone save him!

"Ah!!h

Before he could turn his gaze, the pain beyond the limits of his patience drove him crazy, and he let out an irrepressible scream.

Yun Xiangyang looked at Chao Wen faintly with a faint expression, was tied to a wooden chair, and was woken up by a bucket of water. He watched indifferently, his slender white fingers tapping lightly on the guitar he was holding.

It was as if he was not watching a tragedy in front of his eyes, but an absurd thriller drama.

"Ah...... Ahh......h Hah, ha!"

Awake again, Chaowen whimpered twice, and then gasped.

The damp smell irritates the nasal passages. Strips of cloth that he didn't know what to do were put in his mouth, and they were about to be stuffed in. "Woo-woo-"

Chao Wen desperately retracted his head to hide, begging to look at the elder holding the strip of cloth.

But the expressions of these Yama people were cold, as if he was looking at a pig to be slaughtered.

"Wait, don't plug it up, I have something to ask. ”

A hoarse voice came from behind the elder, and Chao Wen opened his eyes hard, and his eyes wet with sewage looked at the tall figure with difficulty.

Why is he still standing here, why is he not pinned down? What does his words mean?

He deserves to be arrested! Just like the people next to him!

If it weren't for Yun Xiangyang, he wouldn't have been so angry that he would have slaughtered that damn python!

Why is he like this now, Yun Xiangyang is still standing here.

He thought that these natives would ignore it at all, and they would notice Yun Xiangyang, who had been ignored before, and arrest him, and Yun Xiangyang would fall into the same situation as him...... But......

The strip of cloth that came to his mouth stopped.

The elder of the Yama clan looked at Yun Xiangyang and nodded respectfully and retreated.

Chaowen thought it was a coincidence, but when he turned his head and saw the other people around him, he found that these Yama people all saw the existence of Yun Xiangyang, but they didn't care much.

What's going on here?

These natives would actually listen to Yun Xiangyang's words!

No, Yun Xiangyang's talent has not been deprived, he ...... He had just spoken the words of the Yama tribe, and he seemed to be able to understand what the elders were saying.

Next, he saw something that shocked him even more. Those natives were like servants and brought chairs to Yun Xiangyang.

Xiang Yang thanked him softly, and after sitting down, his fingertips were folded, his chin was gently pressed against his fingertips, his eyes widened, and he looked at him in astonishment, squinting his eyes, and said mildly with a smile. He didn't care that the warm blood on the ground flowed from the sides of his shoes.

"Why, surprised? Curious, why your talent deprivation is not useful to me?"

The indifferent and hoarse words carried a little interest, and Xiang Yang's dark eyes faintly rubbed against the pale face of Chaowen in front of him. It's so beautiful, like the pool of blood he saw when he first came to this world. I closed my eyes and sniffed gently, yes, this is the smell, it really smells good and familiar.

"How could you ......"

"You know the Yama language, right? Who knows, maybe your system isn't very good, and you haven't been deprived of your talent. ”

"How could it be? And, and you'...... You...... How dare you!"

Chaowen looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

This time, the sudden situation he thought was not the uprising of the Yama tribe that he thought, it was him!

How dare he!

With so many people watching, does he want to spend his whole life in prison in the future?!

Xiang Yang understood the meaning in his eyes, and said with a smile:

"Come, take a look around~ Take a closer look, isn't it quiet~"

At this time, there was a chance to see the surrounding scene that had been blocked before behind the Yama people who had moved out of the way.

Looking at it intently, except for the snakes staring at it in the distance, in some places, next to the altar, in addition to the corpse of the giant python that was killed by him, there are also camera preparations that have been smashed all over the ground, the black-skinned Yama people, there is no guest and staff of the program team, and Sister Mingya is no longer here!

"You...... What did you do with them?!"

"Ah~ guess. What's the best way to shut people up?"

"You...... You killed them?!

You...... You're not human at all, you don't have a heart, you're a murderer, you're a pervert!"

After being stunned, he was immediately uncontrollable anger and horror, swallowing his saliva desperately, his voice trembling and scolding, and thinking about retreating back while scolding.

This pervert can kill anyone who has nothing to do with him, and how will he treat this person who repeatedly steals his talents, robs him of his system, frames his reputation, and almost causes him to lose his life! He can't imagine what fate he will have next.

But Yun Xiangyang, the demon, obviously wouldn't stop his revenge because of his fear. A hoarse voice like a life-threatening voice sounded softly again.

"Now there is no camera equipment, and there is no witness~

What do you think I'm going to do next?

What should I do to you?

You unruly thief who has been attacking my stuff over and over again~"

"Knock! knock! knock......"

Yun Xiangyang admired the look of fear in Chaowen's pupils.

His eyes narrowed a little more, and he straightened up with a smile, leaning back in the chair behind him, his fingers tapping lightly on the Okari.

The sound on the drum surface is not loud, it seems to carry some strange rhythm, and it seems to be a random hit, and it does not mean anything.