We made fish soup for dinner, and we found a lot of sand and arrowroot during this time, Xiao Qiang and they used the kelp and some seafood they picked up by the sea, and then put some sand and arrowroot stewed soup, which was also very delicious.

It's just that this indigenous woman is obviously out of step with us, and perhaps she also knows that the conflict between us cannot be settled in a sentence or two.

We brought her back this time out of benevolence and morality, and we didn't want her to die like this.

And I could feel that this indigenous woman seemed to be wary of all of us.

Fortunately, she just sat there all the time, silent, but there was a moment when people didn't notice her existence.

Xiao Qiang and the others all went to sleep in the mountains at night, and I kept vigil with one of the gringos.

The gringo was also obviously a little tired, leaning against the stone with his eyes closed, not knowing if he was resting.

There is also our big iron pot pot on the bonfire shelf, and there is soup in it, and I have to put some fresh water in it from time to time, so that it is convenient to eat it directly when I get up tomorrow morning, and it also saves Xiao Qiang from tossing.

The natives were holding the fishing rod in her hand, which we had dried before, and to be honest, the taste of this sea fish was very fishy, and the taste was even more unpalatable after drying.

In Chen Jian's previous words, if it weren't for starvation, no one would eat such a strange thing.

The dried sea fish was given to her by a female colleague.

The natives didn't refuse, they took it in their hands, she took small bites, small bites, but she didn't make a sound, looking at her pitiful appearance, I couldn't help but soften my heart.

After all, we are all human beings, and although our positions are different and our races are different, life is worthy of respect.

Xiao Qiang and the others are not there, only me and the gringo are left, so only I can do this soup.

I took out a clay bowl from the side, filled it with a bowl of soup, walked over to the native, bent down and handed it to her.

"I don't know if you'll be able to understand what I'm saying, but let's get something to eat. ”

The nativeess listened to me and looked up sharply, and I could see her face clearly.

There are big watery eyes on the palm-sized little face, and although the complexion is a little dark, it looks very delicate, and the age should not be very large.

She looked at me very suspiciously, and then carefully took the bowl, and finally she took a sip, and there was a look of joy in her eyes.

Then she looked at me and suddenly said two words: Mucuo.

It was a very difficult thing to say, and at first, I didn't understand what she meant.

But when she had finished drinking the soup, she whispered it again.

I looked at the native woman and wondered for a moment, and then asked tentatively, "You mean your name is Mu Tso, right?"

The native woman nodded, and I couldn't help but be a little surprised in my heart: "Can you understand me?"

The indigenous woman nodded again, and now I was even more surprised, I never expected that this indigenous woman could understand Mandarin!

I suddenly felt a desire to communicate with her, because I had always wondered what this desert island was called.

And why do these indigenous people attack us again and again?

There is also the question of whether they did the wildfire before.

These things have been going back and forth in my mind for a long time, and I have never been able to get answers.

But now that I find that this indigenous woman can communicate with me, does that mean that the things that have plagued me for so long must have an answer today?

I was afraid of scaring the native, so I sat half a meter away from her and looked at her.

"Then I ask you, who is the man who attacked you in the woods today?"

The nativeess looked at me with a pained expression in her eyes, and it was clear that she was also thinking of the situation at the time of her companion's tragic death.

I know that this is a cruel question, but in this case, if I don't know the origin of the attack on these indigenous peoples, then I have no way to protect myself.

So in either way, I have to be clear about what this is all about.

The native woman was stunned for a long time before she whispered, "That's a group of devils." ”

This time she spoke more words, and I finally understood that in fact, she spoke with a very strong and strange smell, as if it was the characteristic local accent of some remote mountainous areas.

But come to think of it, these Aboriginal names must have their own unique way of communicating, but the fact that he can speak these Mandarins is enough to surprise me.

It's just that I didn't understand what a bunch of devils meant.

"Then why are they attacking you?"

The natives listened to me and took a deep breath: "For the stones!"

Now I'm even more blindsided.

It is said that people die for money, and birds die for food, if these people who attack the indigenous people, that is, the people who are called devils by this female native, come to this desert island for the same purpose as Xiao He and them are to pan for gold, or want to dig that jade mine, I still understand very well.

But she said it was for the stones?

Birds don't in this place, what kind of people would come all the way here just for a stone?

I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, but at the same time, I kept guessing that maybe this indigenous woman still couldn't express what she was thinking about well.

It's also possible that the stone is nothing more than a transliteration of what I heard.

I paused and continued to look at her, "That wildfire that happened in the woods a while ago, but you did it?"

Speaking of the native's expression, which had been in pain, she suddenly became a little desperate, and I could tell that she was panicking, because the dried fish she was holding in her hand had broken in half with her unwitting force, and had fallen to the sand.

But this nativewoman didn't realize it, she looked at me coldly, the expression in her eyes became extremely frightened, and it took a long time for her to say in a trembling voice.

"It was the gods who were punishing you, and it was you who brought the disaster!"

Now I am even more confused, saying that we have been on this desert island for two years, I really can't imagine why this disaster happened at this time, and the danger of the wildfire at that time, if it was really a punishment, why didn't it burn here?

God......

There are still gods in this place?

Since it is God, it does not benefit all sentient beings, and it wants to kill us?

If the gods really wanted to punish us, wouldn't it be easier to just send a thunderbolt and chop us all to death?

And I don't believe that there really are any gods in this place, so what is this so-called god?