It's a group of indigenous people who even keep their tribal traditions. Most of them wear the upper body, and their bodies are densely painted with paint, and no one can understand the pattern. Each tribe had a sacrifice, and usually this person was also the lord of the tribe. They were generally responsible for communicating with the gods and opening up territories, and were protected by the strongest men of the two tribes. There are countless tribes like this in the world's largest tropical forest, and most of them live a life of hunting and hunting, mostly in their own language and without writing. In recent years, due to some special climatic and environmental reasons, this vast forest has been desertified by a small half. This makes the sacrifices of the major tribes start to become nervous, this is their homeland, and if the desertification continues, they will all be homeless. Most of them thought that this was God's punishment for them, so they would send people to the small desert every day to reconnoiter in the hope that one day they would gain God's understanding.

This is the tenth year, and a small half of the weathered forest has been completely turned into a desert. Sometimes you have to admire the ingenuity of nature, how two completely opposite environments can get along in harmony with such a vast forest edge and a large desert.

The Antis tribe has been living here for more than a hundred years, worshipping Jessica Fall. Antis is also a kind and responsible leader. Today, the patrol team went to the desert as usual to check the situation, but an accident happened. They met three people, three people who were like them. The strange costumes and the skin tones they had never seen before made them feel very novel.

"Catch, go back?" Team member Jiamusi. Antis suggested to the captain. Their language is mostly simple and straightforward, and they can't express anything too complicated.

"Dedication, Celestial." The captain apparently agreed to his request.

A team of five people picked up javelins and slowly approached Gao Han and them. The three Gao Han in their sleep did not realize that the danger was approaching.

"Ah, who are you, and what are you going to do?" Suddenly, Lin Miaotong screamed miserably. She was caught by several strange-looking men, who were holding rattan sticks of a kind of tree and were about to tie her up.

Gao Han and Wang Kexin were woken up by the screams in an instant, and when they got up, they already found that Lin Miaotong had tied up the three of them and carried them to a distance. They glanced at each other, and both noticed the deep uneasiness in each other's eyes. Gao Han rushed over first, and suddenly his body was paralyzed involuntarily. At the moment when he fell to the ground, he vaguely saw that Wang Kexin also fainted not far from him. Next to her stood two men who were surrounded only by animal skins.

"Offer, offer, burn." The patrol leader was excitedly describing to the priest the role of the three men he had captured today. It took the priest a long time to listen to him, he stood up and walked over to the unconscious Gao Han and ripped off his pants. Fiddling with Xiao Gaohan, suddenly he raised his cane, a symbol of status.

"Huh." This word means lucky, happy and fulfilled in their language.

The people around them burst into laughter, raising their hands and shouting

"God."

"God."

"God."

Soon, a group of girls who had been notified dressed up rushed out and danced a sacrificial dance around the fire. They all wore helmets made of bird feathers, necklaces made of animal teeth around their necks, and a circle of flowers around their wrists. For the tribe, this kind of dress will only be dressed like this unless there is a major festival, and the sacrificial dance must be danced when worshipping the gods or ancestors. Gao Han and the three should be treated as sacrifices to the gods because of their different skin.

They were thrown into a cave and untied from their ropes, and there were two guards at the entrance of the cave, but Gao Han tried to get close to them but was held up by a javelin. The guard motioned for him to step back.

"It seems that we have been captured by the natives here." Gao Han worried. He didn't know what their fate would be next, he had guessed countless times of encountering people, but he couldn't imagine that it would be like this.

"Why did we get from the desert to the forest all at once?" Miao Tong said suspiciously.

"I don't know, or if we were on the edge of the desert by then."

"So what do we do now? We have no way to communicate with them. Wang Kexin asked.

"I don't know anymore, and now I can only hope that they will let us go." Gao Han had no choice but to look at the two people who were uneasy with comforting eyes.

The forest was so wet that it had obviously rained heavily, and the Antis tribe had a peculiar rule. They had to wait for five heavy rains before they could perform the rituals. That is to say, Gao Han's most tragic time will also have four days, and the people of the tribe will treat them well during this time. There is plenty of abundant food every day, and even water is provided for them to clean up and no one touches them. Because the tribesmen believed that at this time they were closest to God and could not be disturbed.

In fact, the Antis tribe has not held a human sacrifice for a long time, and it has not been performed since the thirteenth generation. They were all replaced by some large beasts, because the population at that time was very small, and at least three people were sacrificed every time, and the thirteenth generation of sacrifices, who were worried about the extinction of the tribe, stopped this activity, but they did not expect the tribe to become more and more prosperous. Today, contemporary sacrifices only occasionally think of this activity, and his homeland is gradually being swallowed up by the desert, and he must also take action.

Gao Han couldn't understand what they meant, and he would bring food and water regularly every day. Everyone who comes in will be treated with a strange etiquette. It wasn't until the high priest had given each of them a drop of animal blood on their heads that everyone who came in looked at them as if they were food. This made Gao Han start to feel scared.

"Gao Han, do you say that they will eat us, or raise us like pigs. Then come and eat one at a time. Wang Kexin said in fear.

Her words made Lin Miaotong involuntarily shrink back, she had seen the guards eat a bloody meat.

"Don't scare yourself yet, wait two days and see if they do anything bad, I'll take you out. We will die together. Gao Han also began to despair, and he woke up before being thrown into the cave. It was a large tribe, surrounded by thick hedges, and the only exit was guarded by two people. There was also a patrol in the tribe, not to mention that there were two people guarding the cave.

The gun didn't know where it had fallen, and the only weapon in the cave was stones. Look at them again, they are basically 1.8 meters. With a height of nine or two meters, he was covered in strange patterns and a beast-like aura, and Gao Han couldn't muster his courage.

On the fourth day after the high priest had finished ordering the blood of the beast, the tribe ushered in the fifth rain. All the people rushed to the door of the sacrifice and sang obscure songs loudly. Everyone's face is in high spirits, they are about to have a sacrifice to the gods, and God will receive their sincerity and protect them. Today, the children are forbidden to go out, and all of them have to stay at home and recite the prayers.

The high priest instructed Jiamusi to tie up Gao Han and send them over, but he himself returned to the room and changed into the most solemn clothes. Each high priest has an exclusive set of clothes, which must be worn on a specific festival. Usually there will be a special person to clean and maintain.

Gao Han was knocked unconscious by several guards as soon as he got up today. Jiamusi took the kind of tree vine that tied them on the first day, and tied the three of them tightly together in a peculiar way. Gao Han was in the center, Lin Miaotong was on the left, Wang Kexin was on the right, and then he picked up a black paint and painted a pattern on their faces. The idea roughly means that you love our God, and please accept the most sincere gift from your servant. Please give us blessings and so on. Each pattern has a different meaning, and the whole face is drawn down to the neck. This kind of passed down from generation to generation, and it has become that no one can understand the pattern, in fact, few people in the tribe know it. It can be seen that Jiamusi should be the sacrifice of the next generation, and he will start to learn these.

The worship of the gods began in the evening, and the tribesmen believed that a bright fire had to be lit on a dark night to attract the attention of the gods. Gao Han and the three of them were all smeared with a kind of lethargic drug, and the three of them were set up in the middle of the fire at this time.