It turns out that He Zilong really thinks too much.

It's not something sent into the cave room, in situ XO. It's this kind of large-scale event, and at the end of the offering, offerings to the gods are given, and ordinary people naturally kill chickens and sheep and the like. But here, it's human life!

But not with the lives of their own men, but with the captives.

Only then did He Zilong remember that it seemed that there were still a few stupid people in the cells of the indigenous tribes. It's just that these days, it seems that my mind is not focused on this, or I don't care about the problem of stupid men at all?

Sakura seemed to inquire, but she didn't go to the cell.

Now these wooden signs refer to which stupid person was used as an offering to kill the god of blood donation.

In fact, He Zilong couldn't understand the name on it, so he had to ask Xiao Min to explain it, and let the natives bring all the stupid prisoners who were detained.

As these people were brought out of the cell where they did not see the light of day, He Zilong still didn't know him. It wasn't until he saw a dying acquaintance that he finally had a sneer on his face.

"I've been wounded by a gunshot, and I can still survive for so long, it seems that the natives are quite humane, and I gave you medicine, right......?" He Zilong walked up to the prisoner and said with a gloating expression.

The latter's eyes widened and he looked at He Zilong, after seeing clearly who He Zilong was. His eyes were extremely hateful and painful, and he wanted to say something, but at this time, this person was already dying and might hang up at any time. No words at all!

That's right, this person is that Mr. Zhao, He Zilong has been worried about where he is before, whether he is the dead Mr. Zhao.

It is said that good people don't live long, and bad people live for thousands of years, but finally, here, the bad guy gets the retribution he deserves.

"No matter what, your good life has come to an end, and now I want to kill you to take blood for the gods, these natives won't reason with you, and they don't want your money, you can't tempt them......" He Zilong smiled coldly.

As if knowing that his limit was approaching, Mr. Zhao's face became more and more difficult to look at, he shouted something angrily, and he seemed extremely unwilling, but he was unwilling and useless, and he shouted angrily, which had consumed his last strength.

As the last mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, his neck was crooked, the light in his eyes had already dissipated, and he was dead!

However, it can be used as an offering even if you die, after all, you have just died. He Zilong, who is also exempt, is clean. He Zilong waved his hand, and it was decided, so that the blood of this Mr. Zhao would be offered to the gods and end this event.

Naturally, He Zilong would not be allowed to do the dirty work of killing people and blood, and it was done by the local aborigines.

With these things done, the whole event finally ended.

"Which room are you going to sleep in tonight......" Xiao Min asked suddenly.

"If I can, I've just recovered, can I sleep by myself for a while, and I also happened to study your father's formula......" He Zilong felt that he was in a dilemma how to choose, so he simply didn't choose anyone.

"Yes, you are the leader now, and you also have your own house, which is the largest tree house over there, and it used to be my father's house, I will take you in to see this, those things and some remaining books there, you can just take a look at it......" I didn't expect Xiao Min to be quite understanding, and immediately agreed.

In the distance, I saw He Zilong enter the house of the former leader alone, saying that he wanted to sleep alone and study some things. For no reason, Sakura-chan was visibly relieved to hear the news.

Seeing everyone leaving, He Zilong took a look, walked into his tree house, and muttered: "Men, it's not as annoying as women, it's annoying when there are more women, alas, ......"

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The next day, Li Dawei returned.

However, he was the only one who came back, along with a few fellow natives.

"Long Shao, the few employees who followed back are now all at the base over there. Don't worry, when do you think we can get these natives to help us repair the fishing boats......" Li Dawei was obviously most concerned about this issue.

"It's the last time of the hunting season, and they have to save enough food for the winter, and I don't want to make it out for my own sake, so that they can't survive the winter, or they may die. I'm the leader for the time being, but as long as we are our own for a day, we all have to be good enough, and it's not too late to pay first and then ask for something in return......" He Zilong thought for a while and said his thoughts.

"Long Shao, that's right. Then let's do it, I'll take these stupid people back first, after all, Mei Sizi knows them, in order to be able to go back to civilized society, I believe that these stupid people are also very willing to be coolies and repair fishing boats together......" Li Dawei nodded.

"Okay, that's it......" He Zilong agreed.

The next day, Li Dawei took a few more natives, helped a few Japanese prisoners, and started on the road.

Because of these captives, it is estimated that it will take them a little more time on the road to reach their destination.

Not long after Li Dawei and the others left, suddenly, on the side of the tribal camp, He Zilong was reading a book in the house that day, and suddenly heard a voice from Sakura below: "There is a plane passing by, send a signal quickly......"

Hearing the word airplane, He Zilong threw down the old book, his heart moved, and he hurriedly ran to the window to look at the sky.

I saw that an extremely thick black smoke in the sky crossed the sky, and among the black smoke, there was actually a plane with folded wings! The height was only a few hundred meters, so I could clearly see what kind of plane it was.

"Airbus A330-300, I'll go, it won't be a plane of Malaysia Airlines...... wait, this shouldn't be one of their routes, how can they fly here? No, the focus of my concern shouldn't be this!" He Zilong couldn't help but start complaining, mainly because this plane was too familiar.

And I knew him from the later Ma XX plane incident, and I deliberately checked the information before I was reborn in the later life.

The A330-300 aircraft has a two-class cabin layout that can carry 300 passengers and has 38 business class seats. Compared to the A340-300 type, the fuselage is the same, except that there are only two engines, and the engine-related systems are also different, and the range is shorter. It made its first flight on November 2, 1987 and obtained airworthiness certificates from Europe and the United States on June 2, 1994.

After statistics of this kind of aircraft in later generations, the accident rate is still a bit above average.

There are dozens and hundreds of cases recorded alone, and this is not counting some minor accidents and accidents that have been concealed and not reported.

Looking at this posture, I'm afraid that it will fall on the island?

It seems that this island is really not simple, there will be accidents when ships come, and accidents will happen when planes come over!

But it's normal to think about it, the magnetic field here is too chaotic.

If it were not in case, no plane and ship would take this route, and He Zilong's steamer was also the first time to go this way, and it was also a death, and the result was an accident, otherwise he would not have stayed on this island for so long.

However, it is useless to regret it now.

He Zilong retracted his gaze and looked at Sakura under the tree, both of whom saw the astonishment and stunned in each other's eyes. Then the two nodded tacitly, yes, no matter where the plane landed, if possible, it is best to go and see.

Maybe a few people can be saved, but of course, more importantly, this plane may still have the supplies needed by themselves and others. It would be better if the communicator on the plane was not broken, because many of the communicators on the plane may be able to communicate with satellites on the side, and may be able to make phone calls.

This is a hundred times stronger than the garbage big brother who has no electricity, and in the 90s, private telephones could not be connected to military and special satellite communications, and only the communicators on airplanes at regular airports could do this.

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(End of chapter)