While I thought about the hyenas, the whole house was not quiet, and the hunters began to whisper again, and Cross-Eyes did not translate the words.

When I came back to my senses, I looked at the hunters, especially their expressions, and I guessed that they were full of fear of the forbidden land.

Speaking from the bottom of my heart, if I had a choice, I would never set foot in that kind of place, after all, it is not a joke to be besieged by hyenas, and even in the end, there is likely to be a dead body.

But after three days of searching, all other places within a radius of 100 miles have been investigated, and it is likely that Beard was unlucky enough to land in this forbidden place.

I care about the beard, although I don't know if he is dead or alive at this moment, but if I live to see people and dead to see corpses, even if I find a pile of wreckage, I will take him away.

I made up my mind, and I slapped the table until everyone looked at me. I stiffened my face and gave the order very seriously, and I also asked the cross-eyed translator.

I asked the village to select a group of hunters, including me and Cross-Eye, a group of nine people, and the nine of them immediately packed up and set off before midnight to rush to the cannibalistic forbidden land.

The moment these hunters heard this, they fried the pot again, but this was a death order, and I took a posture that was not negotiable at all.

I found that these hunters were very similar to soldiers, and they had a natural instinct to obey orders. Soon, the men were gone, and they were ready to go.

I opened my little duffel bag and pulled out my existing weapon to check it out.

Flashlights, porcelain knives, combustible ice bombs. I silently fiddled with them one by one, and I believed that with these treasures here, I could take these hunters out of danger, and only take them around the forbidden land for a while, and then come back alive......

I thought that these hunters were just preparing and that it wasn't that troublesome, but I blamed me for not understanding the traditions of this village.

Towards midnight, the whole village becomes "lively", and this excitement is also a little eerie.

In the open space at the head of the village, three fires were erected. Each fire is also very distinctive, with nine thick wooden poles erected. The thick wooden poles were made into an awl shape, and inside the nine wooden poles, there was a pile of stones. These are all black stones, and they burn very vigorously when they are caught in fire.

In addition, on each fire, there is a dog's head horizontally. This dog head should be a hyena, but these dog heads look a little shriveled, it is estimated that they have been preserved for a long time, and there are capable people in this village, he must be very good at carving, he dressed up the three dog heads, at first glance there is a feeling of human heads, and it looks like a legendary monster.

These nine piles of fires are arranged according to the law of one, two, three, and three, and I have a guess that these nine piles of fires also form an awl shape, and the direction in which the entire cone tip is directed should be directed to the forbidden land.

I was deliberately dragged by cross-eyed and came to this scene together. I looked at the scene here, and I noticed that there were many hunters wearing makeup.

Their faces are painted with black, white and white fuel, and at first glance, they also look a bit like ghosts.

I asked Cross-Eye, "What is this going to do?" Cross-eyed explained that going to the forbidden land was a big deal, and in order to make it smooth, the villagers decided to make a sacrifice for the nine warriors, and even dance another war dance.

I'm more concerned about the word war dance, and even more seriously, it seems that only before the war, in this relatively primitive village, will the war dance be danced, right?

In other words, they definitely regarded this trip to the forbidden land as a war.

I suddenly felt very grateful to these warriors, for the sake of finding a beard, for the sake of me, the security chief, they really let go.

I didn't know how to dance, and I've never participated in it, so I wanted to take a sideline stance.

But my negativity doesn't work at all. Soon, cross-eyed called a little boy.

The little boy looked like a wild child, covered in haphazardly patched coarse cloth clothes and animal skins, and not only that, but he also had two animal teeth on his ears, like earrings, and a row of snake bone necklaces.

When he saw me, he muttered something to say hello to me, and he kept chewing on something.

I wondered, I said in my heart, in this kind of village, is there a chewing gum?

Without waiting for me to ask more, Cross-Eyed told me that he would invite me, the security chief, to participate in the war dance, and that he would give me makeup.

I can't push it back, especially as I'm the leader. I didn't show any displeasure, but accepted it "gladly".

Cross-eyed rubbed his big dirty hands against my face.

I could smell the smell of blood on his hands. I held back, and when he felt that my whole face was absolutely clean, he said, "Chief, reach out and give you dye." ”

I'm definitely stupid, or definitely too much of a cross-eyed. When I reached out, I looked at Dou Eye, wondering where his dye was, especially at this time, and he didn't have a backpack or a pocket on his clothes.

Cross-eyed smiled at me, then he pointed to the boy and muttered a few words.

Suddenly, the little boy puffed out his cheeks and spat hard at my palm.

I am reminded of a maxim of the beard: we are all literate people, and we can't scold people vulgarly, so once we encounter verbosity, we don't agree with each other, just spit to death.

And this little boy is in this style, and with a snap, there is a large sticky black thing on my palm.

It made me sick, and not only that, cross-eyed immediately picked at the black thing, after which he smeared it all over my face.

I was almost devastated, but after a moment's relief, I sniffed again.

I found the smell of this black thing to be familiar, reminding me of the freshly paved paved road.

I thought to myself, is this thing asphalt?

So I asked, "Where did you get this black thing?" ”

"Far away from the village, there is a valley where it is very strange, and the stones in the valley are all black, but when they are exposed to the sun, they become soft, or when they are chewed by people, they become this virtue, and if they are put on the fire, they will burn, so the villagers call it black oil stones." ”

I was stunned for a moment. I guess I'm right, it's definitely asphalt or something, and further down, I guess there's definitely oil in that valley.

I knew the value of oil too well, and at this moment I looked at the cross-eyed, and even the villagers around me.

I thought to myself, I really should have brought them together and taught them a lesson about what oil is, and think about the Middle East, what life is like for people there? Going door-to-door is simply rich, catching up with the cloudy day and raining or something, and when it is cold in the house, those people will burn money to keep warm......