After dinner, Ye Feng lay down on the bed to rest.

The rainstorm is majestic, and there are many poisonous insects and beasts in the rainforest at night, even if Ye Feng has special abilities, his actions are inconvenient. So he generally rests at night and travels during the day.

What's more, he also carried two oil bottles with him.

After eating the wild boar, the white python returned to the corner and rested with his body. The baby elephant stands still and closes its eyes and naps.

Both the white python and the baby elephant were rescued by Ye Feng from the poachers. As a member of the Animal Protectors Association, Ye Feng naturally hated these people's practice of hunting and capturing precious animals, and if he met poachers, he would snatch the other party's prey and destroy their weapons.

Most of the animals Ye Feng have been released into the wild, except for these two guys. The baby elephant was slaughtered by the poachers because of the elephant herd it was in, and it was the only one left, and it did not have the ability to live independently in the jungle, so it could not be integrated into the other elephant herds, so Ye Feng had to take it with him. The white python was Ye Feng who couldn't get rid of it no matter how much he couldn't catch up, and he followed him all the time, and seemed to believe that Ye Feng was its owner. Helpless, Ye Feng had no choice but to accept him as a junior brother.

Fortunately, there is a lot of food in the jungle, and Ye Feng doesn't have to worry about the food of the two big stomachs.

・・・・・・

Just when Ye Feng was resting, Kabuyi Village, Harihu and others sat in the living room of the village chief's house, telling the villagers about today's experience.

"Oh, Muyigi, the forest ghost must be the embodiment of the forest god, and he must be dissatisfied with our cruelty to the forest creatures." Some superstitious old people in the village immediately attributed the appearance of the forest ghost to the anger of the gods.

Myanmar is a country that highly worships Buddhism, and the villagers also know that indiscriminate killing is a sinful act, although it is said to be to make money, but many villagers still feel guilty in their hearts. Now there is an existence that they can't understand, and it is suddenly considered a god.

"Ah Hu, in another week it will be the day when the crocodiles will collect rent, and if they can't hand over what they are satisfied with, what should our village do?" The village chief considered the problem from the perspective of the interests of the whole village and said what he was most worried about.

The Crocodile Gang, a powerful gang that rules the surrounding area, is in charge of smuggling and opium poppy trading in Kabui Village and dozens of nearby villages and towns. It's a chaotic border area, a well-known gang, and all illegal business in this area can only be carried out through their nod and handling. The Crocodiles are more intimidating in these areas than the local government.

And every quarter, the Crocodile Gang has to go to various villages to collect "protection fees", which is commonly known as "rent collection". If the village fails to pay in time and in quantity, not only will it lose the protection of the crocodile gang, but the village's trade will be blocked, and no merchant will dare to buy the villagers' goods without going through the crocodile gang. Not only that, but the village will also be attacked by the crocodile gang, and the crocodile gang will even rob the people to use it as protection money.

The Crocodile Gang has a gang of thousands of people, in league with local officials, and has a large number of advanced munitions, machine guns, bazookas, grenades, and even an armored vehicle. Rampaging along the border with Myanmar, the people dare not speak out.

If Kabui Village fails to pay enough tribute on time, the crocodile gang is likely to rob the women or children in the village and take them to make up the number. This is undoubtedly a nightmare for the village of Kabui.

One of the elders thought for a moment and suggested, "I see that the situation in other villages is similar to ours, otherwise, we will unite with the men of other villages to form a large hunting party and kill the forest ghosts." How is it? ”

Harry Tiger shook his head slowly: "No, the forest ghost can manipulate plants, and in the jungle, a hundred big men with guns are not his opponents." ”

"Well, what can I do? ・・・・・・・ shall we make a sacrifice, make sacrifices, and beg the forest ghosts to stop embarrassing us?" One of the more superstitious elders suggested.

The old people thought about it, and it seemed that this was the only way, and they all agreed.

The hard ones can't do it, but the soft ones can only come.

"By the way, elders, the forest ghost seems to have said something in Chinese that day. I wonder if we can find someone who understands Chinese to communicate with him. Harry Tiger remembered a certain detail and hurriedly proposed.

"Chinese? Could it be that he is a god from China? Alas, how much trouble do these Chinese have to bring us to stop? ”

The village chief sighed, thought for a while, and said, "Wu Jingshu in the town knows Chinese, so I'll ask him to help then." ”

After deliberation, all the people of Kabui agreed to carry out a sacrifice to appease the wrath of the forest god. In order to share the pressure of the sacrifice and make it more solemn, Kabui Village contacted more than a dozen surrounding villages to carry out the sacrifice together.

Other villages were also in the same situation as the Kabui people, and almost did not hesitate to join the sacrifice.

A few days later, a team of more than a dozen villages and more than 100 young men walked into the depths of the jungle with a solemn expression, carrying a large number of sacrifices.

The team came to the area where the ghosts of the forest often haunted, built a high platform, put all kinds of sacrifices, and what was even more funny was that the villagers also invited a half-hung white-bearded Taoist priest, who recited words in his mouth and performed things around the high platform.

The reason why this Taoist priest is said to be half-hung is because the person is dressed as a Taoist priest who does not look like him, and there is a gossip mirror on the Dharma platform, but there are crosses and Buddha statues, which looks nondescript.

Looking at the sacrifices again, they are also varied. Cakes, fruits, roast pigs, chickens, ducks and fish, gold and silver jewelry. The most outrageous thing is that there is a girl dressed as a bride, who is only fourteen or fifteen years old, tied to a pillar, sobbing. The girl looks quite delicate, but the traditional makeup technique with a heavy taste is really unbearable to look at.

The truth is that the villagers don't know what type of sacrifice the forest ghost likes, so they prepare a copy of everything they can think of. Hearing that some evil gods like young and beautiful virgins, the villagers had no choice but to draw lots to choose a young girl as a sacrifice.

The Taoist priests are doing rituals around the best, and the villagers are kneeling around the pious and chanting words. Next to it, there is a group of old men beating gongs, drums and sheng, playing strange music for the rituals.

According to the Taoist priest, this ritual will take three days and three nights. In order to be able to continue the hunting activities, please take away the forest ghosts, and the villagers are gritting their teeth and persevering.

・・・・・・

The puja lasted for a day and a night.

Early the next morning, in a corner of the forest four or five kilometers away from the place of the villagers' rituals.

Ye Feng woke up in the tree house, scratched his hair, glanced at the distance depressedly, and muttered: "Who is so lacking in virtue, beating gongs and drums in the middle of the night, and not letting people sleep." ”

His physical activity was now at 99, his senses were extremely sharp, and he could hear sounds from a few kilometers away.

The strange sound on the other side of the mountain sounded all night, which seriously affected Ye Feng's sleep quality, and he decided to go over to see what was going on.

Coming to the place of the incident, Ye Feng looked at the strange scene in front of him and couldn't help but be stunned.

More than 100 people knelt and bowed around the temporary high platform made of bamboo, chanting words. On the high platform, a mage in a Taoist robe was wielding a wooden sword, chattering and jumping. In front of the mage was a large altar stacked with a mountain of food, gold, silver, and jewels, and a young girl dressed in fancy clothes tied to a wooden pillar in the middle.

"I'm rubbing, is this a cult?"

Ye Feng looked at it and felt quite curious, saying that it was the first time he had seen such a primitive and grand religious ceremony with his own eyes.

Hey, that's it?

Ye Feng suddenly noticed that there was a rough statue of a god erected in the center of the high platform, made of straw, dressed in gray, with a wooden mask on his head - this familiar shape, how Ye Feng looked at it, how did he feel like he had passed from his own body.

Listening carefully, the people kneeling on the ground repeated a word that Ye Feng was familiar with, which was exactly the word that the hunting team would exclaim every time they met him, and it seemed to be what these people called him.

Thinking of the statue on the altar, a strange thought popped up in Ye Feng's heart: "Could it be that these people really bow down to me?" ”

Ye Feng guessed that it was probably these mountain people with a low level of education who thought that they were gods, demons and monsters, so they deliberately did things.

"It's funny, I'm a god. Anyway, I'll show up and see what these people are trying to do. Ye Feng thought interestingly in his heart.

He had carefully probed the scene with his mental strength, but found no mechanism or danger, and the mountain people did not even carry firearms for self-defense. It shouldn't be a trap.

A few rabbits fell, and Ye Feng jumped high like a bird and landed on the altar. A kick kicked the miserable idol away and took its place.

"Your craftsman's craftsmanship is also too poor, and it is 108,000 miles away from the image of this handsome guy."

Ye Feng silently complained in his heart. With his hands crossed in front of his chest, he looked down coldly at the people under the altar.

The villagers saw a black shadow fly to the altar like lightning, and the idol suddenly shattered and shattered, and they were immediately startled. When they looked closely, a familiar and fearful figure stood proudly on the altar.

"Forest Ghosts!"

The crowd instantly exclaimed.