The mysterious African continent has some ancient customs that are difficult for ordinary people to accept, and of course it is the women who suffer. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Women who have lost their husbands have to undergo a ritual that the locals call it: to remove evil spirits. As a result, a profession was born: to go to the evil spirit master. I can only use "hehe" to describe this kind of profession, and it is not an exaggeration to compare them to breeding pigs, but they are not only cheating, but more importantly, spreading diseases, and most of the evil spirits suffer from AIDS and venereal diseases. Those poor women, while being forced to go to evil spirits, also officially announced the coming of death. It is not only women who suffer, but also their underage children, and in real life, the HIV infection rate in Africa is high all year round, and some people say that it is bad sex habits, but in my opinion, it may be caused by all kinds of evil customs.

Although I ran slowly, I still observed that there was basically no reference in the wilderness, and I wonder if it was because of the exertion of the two natives, and the four footprints were clearly left on the wilderness.

The footprints were obviously signposts, I wiped the backpack on my back, drank cold water, I heard the sound of swallowing, and felt inexplicable pleasure.

As night wore on, I had no way of knowing how far I had walked, but I felt some signs of dehydration in my body, and then cursed the two native perverts. I don't know if there are lonely souls and wild ghosts in the wilderness, which has not been described in a certain book before: at night, the demon raises fire, as bright as the stars, and during the day, the wind and sand are scattered, scattered like stone rain. The phosphorus bones in the wilderness should be the source of the demon fire, along the way I saw the bones of large and small animals, like the gathering place of demon fire, I made up the rules of killing in the wilderness, and the scene of the lonely soul crying in the wilderness at night.

While thinking about it, I actually saw the firelight, hehe, the tribe has arrived, I just wanted to shout, but then I thought about it, the culture of the tribe is really not clear, if you shoot me as an invader, I will not die very unjustly.

Therefore, I slowly groped around the tribe and quietly observed, and since I didn't know if the microwormhole had a memory function, I didn't dare to use it blindly, and I wasn't sure if I would be able to go back to the original point again.

It was like a ritual being performed by the tribes, and I was a little scared that there were some horrible tribes in Africa, and these tribes had horrible customs, either self-mutilation or other mutilation, and I didn't want to risk my life in this environment.

So, I opened the micro-wormhole, trying to remember what this place looks like, hoping to be able to come here again through memory, the micro-wormhole is opened, I am home, it is still morning.;