Chapter Seventy-Five: The Old Black Man Who Speaks Jinan

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Zhang Bo also saw the scene in front of him, touched his chest and gasped: "No wonder that barbecue smells so fragrant......"

Li Moyang spat on him: "Shut up, you almost vomited what you just ate."

After Li Moyang finished speaking, Zhang Bo also felt it, and couldn't help it, and spit out

The gastric juice and digestive juices all over the ground, plus the undigested python meat, were extremely sour and smelly, and Li Moyang wanted to vomit

"I'll wipe you guy, you should pay attention, it doesn't matter if you smoke me, you alarm the cannibal tribe, then we're done."

"Don't say it, I just want to lie down, lie down quietly, it's too exciting today, I need to calm down for a while."

"Then I'll lie down too"

Li Moyang was lying on the still hot rock, stunned against the starry sky This kind of scenery can't be seen in the city at all At this time, Tang Yuqing is cleaning up the villa Or continue to sell goods online What is Chen Xin doing That Shangguan Qian passed by the imperial capital this time in a hurry and didn't even make a phone call If you can return to China You must relive Shangguan Qian's dream I don't know if she will be hypocritical a few times before she agrees Hehe......

Li Moyang smiled stupidly, Zhang Bo also smiled stupidly, saw his relatives, and saw the most beautiful things in the world......

The gray-haired tribal elder waved his hand, and several sturdy black warriors stepped forward and grabbed the unconscious Li Moyang and Zhang Bo in twos and walked down the mountain

After a long time, Li Moyang woke up in a daze, opened his eyelids, and the scene in front of him shocked him

Around the campfire, more than a dozen men and women, black men, women, holding human limbs in their hands, munched on them, and the smell of burnt protein filled the air

Li Moyang looked around for Zhang Bo without a trace I rely on it Won't it be Zhang Bo who these savage blacks are eating

Li Moyang couldn't help but want to vomit There are still barbarians who eat people Now It's too unbelievable Even if it is a barbaric land in black Africa In the twenty-first century, the phenomenon of cannibalism has long been gone Could it be that these people are really primitive tribes without civilization

After moving his limbs, Li Moyang found that he was not bound, but he was weak and seemed to have been poisoned

After thinking about it for a long time, Li Moyang remembered that on the hillside, he smelled the smell of bonfire fireworks coming from the bonfire at the bottom of the mountain, and there were definitely hallucinogens in it, and these black people didn't have anything to do It's really a mysterious black Africa

Li Moyang no longer sighed, in order to survive and not become food in the mouths of these savage blacks, he secretly tried to dispel the hallucinogens in his body, but it took half a day of hard work, no effect, and he was busy sweating

Li Moyang lay on the ground weakly and could only pray that these black men could no longer hold themselves in their stomachs after eating Zhang Bo and would survive until dawn At that time, maybe the hallucinogens had passed their expiration date, and he could survive the Jedi Alas, I could only think like this

The blacks finally finished eating, threw the bones into the fire, and a bloody human head was thrown into a pot and boiled on the bonfire, and after a while, the smell of the strange smell reached Li Moyang's nose

Li Moyang couldn't help but want to vomit, it was really disgusting and had no bottom line

The blacks each had a wooden spoon in their hands, and they drank the soup of the human head, and their mouths screamed, and their bodies writhed rhythmically, and they enjoyed themselves, and the whole camping campfire was a campfire

It's over, maybe tomorrow, and the same will happen to you, after eating meat, drinking soup, and then turning into a pile of rice fields, and the heads are cleaned up and hung on the wall, and they become souvenirs

I was sad and urged to know what Africa was coming to perform some inexplicable task In the big villa, hugging left and right The big bed and the big bed Sleeping with the big quilt It seems that I can only wait until the next life......

Li Moyang lay on the ground and sighed for a long time, and the old black man with gray hair came out of the thatched hut and came to Li Moyang's side, carrying a sharp long-handled firewood knife in his hand

I'm rubbing it's my turn so soon

Li Moyang wants to cry without tears There are so many beautiful women waiting for me There is still a group of brothers waiting for me There are also drunk and sleeping beauties on their knees Wake up to the power of the world It's all obscenity, a dream......

The old black man stared at Li Moyang for a while, hehe, smiled, his face was white, black, and smeared, and a mouthful of white teeth It was very infiltrating He didn't speak, and beckoned two black men with a circle of rags around their waists The two guys opened their mouths to show their white teeth Like a row of sharp blades, it was also a black face smeared like a ghost, and he stepped forward with a smile and lifted Li Moyang and walked into the grass house

It's over, the thatched hut is estimated to be a slaughterhouse, and the next thing is miserable** The head was cut off from his shoulder Li Moyang didn't want to think about it anymore During the period, he tried his luck to see if the hallucinogen expired, but finally gave up It had no effect

Finally carried into the grass hut Li Moyang glanced around helplessly, and sure enough, it was a slaughterhouse A wooden bed was covered with blood, and the room was full of the smell of blood

The two black men threw Li Moyang on the bed, and the old black man muttered a few words, and the two black men turned Li Moyang around again, and tore off the jacket on Li Moyang's body, and the old black man lifted a black jar, found a cloth, and began to scrub on Li Moyang's body

I'm really Nima, I'm really particular about eating clean human flesh

Li Moyang tried his skills and was still weak, but his brain began to slowly sober up, since he couldn't move his hands, let's say a few words Even if it is his last words, it doesn't matter if the black man can understand it or not, talk to himself

"I said, black boss, what years are you now, you still eat human flesh, it's too Ultraman, what, remember to eat me, kill me, we Chinese pay the most attention to this, okay, I'm done, give my brother a pain, don't make it too bad."

Li Moyang said a lot of things, but the black man didn't react, and he died, closed his eyes, played the piano to the cow, and wanted to cry without tears......

"I said, big brother, you're much better than any of your guys, and that guy is crying and shouting that won't let us kill him, hehe, you're amazing."

Li Moyang was stunned, and the familiar Jinan dialect came to his ears It's too earthy, it's too kind, Emma, what kind of trouble is this

Li Moyang struggled to turn around, the old black man had gray hair, and his cheeks were also short white beard stubble, and he was looking at him with a smile

"You, you, you can speak Huaxia dialect, and it's also Jinan dialect."

"Yes, you think I'm a black African old man," the old black man continued in Jinan dialect

Only then did Li Moyang put his mind at ease, it was good to be able to speak Jinan, and he said it so slippery that he must have been influenced by my hometown of Confucius and Mencius in Langyang, China, and he definitely couldn't do such a disobedient act of cannibalism

Who would have thought that the old black man motioned to the two black men The two guys stepped forward and pressed Li Moyang's shoulder The old man raised a sharp firewood knife and aimed it at Li Moyang's shoulder and cut it down

I am speechless and can speak Chinese It doesn't mean that I can change the traditional hobby of thousands of years Is human flesh so delicious

Li Moyang closed his eyes and waited quietly for the fatal knife

However, the imaginary knife did not come, Li Moyang only felt the knife deftly turn on the wound on his shoulder, and there was no imaginary pain

Then it sprinkled some water from a crockpot, which was cool and comfortable, and then there was a wet puddle of mud blocking the wound, and a black man expertly bandaged Li Moyang's wound

"Get up, young man, you're stronger than I thought you were, much stronger than your buddy."

Li Moyang turned over and stood up, feeling much more relaxed up and down his body, and his head was not dizzy, and he was quietly lucky, and he felt that his qi was smooth, and he was a trick to scare Lao Tzu for a long time It is time for Lao Tzu to teach you a lesson

He was ready for battle, and it was estimated that as soon as he made a move, the three people in the room would die immediately from his fists and kicks

"Come with me and see how your partner is doing."

The old black man saved his own life with a word

It turns out that Zhang Bo is not dead

So what are the black people eating, which seems to be human limbs, and are they raising us to be fat and then eating us?

Li Moyang had countless thoughts in his mind between the calcium carbide firelight, and finally gave up all of them, and followed the old black man to another thatched house, because he felt the coolness coming from his back, and the numbness of his muscles slowly growing People are helping him heal

The wound from the motorcycle debris on the night of the motorcycle black car race broke free in the primeval forest Coupled with the corrosion of the bodily fluids of the python, it began to suppurate and rot The unknown herbs of the black old man are now beginning to play a magical effect This made Li Moyang's heart greatly relaxed

Entering another thatched house, Li Moyang breathed a sigh of relief, and all his worries turned into a warm current

Zhang Bo was lying on the wooden bed well, his arms, legs, and head were intact, and he slept happily, and it seemed that the wounds on his collarbones were also treated very well

"You may be seated"

The old black man pointed to the wooden bench in the hut, washed his face in the basin beside it, and then picked up the clothes that hung on the wall and began to put them on

After a while, the old man came to Li Moyang's side, and the black and white patterns on his face were also washed away, revealing his black and black true face, his eyes were bright, his thick white curly hair, and his white beard looked very kind, and the matching beige khaki hunting suit on his body was very capable, and the old man regained his true colors of civilization

I'm not a savage, so what are the limbs they eat

And he can speak Jinan, which is an unbelievable tribe, a mysterious old black man

Li Moyang glanced around There was an AK automatic rifle on the table with a wooden butt Li Moyang could see at a glance that this was a domestic product in China

"Haha, aren't you curious?"

The old black man sat down at the wooden table, picked up the automatic rifle, expertly pulled the bolt, aimed at the corner of the hut, and after a while put it on the table