September is the rainy season in Côte d'Ivoire.

It was sunny in the morning, but it started to rain by noon. The rain continued to fall heavier and heavier, and there was no sign of stopping for two hours. The already uneven roads became more and more muddy as the rain intensified.

This is a sparsely populated suburb of Danane located in the eighteenth mountainous region of Côte d'Ivoire.

Through the rain curtain, the shadow of Nimba Mountain is longing, like a creeping beast, across the front of the road.

A group of people marched through the heavy rain, including blacks, whites, and three yellows, adding up to more than a hundred people. These people are old and young, men and women, and many of them are carrying packages, walking in a hurry, looking flustered.

"Pei, can we find a place to rest? Or go to Danané for help? ”

A woman's voice came from the crowd, speaking fluent French. The man at the front of the line stopped and turned his head to look into the crowd. I saw a tall woman come over and say with a pleading face: "We have been walking for six hours from early morning until now. Everyone is tired, Jenny is still pregnant, and something will happen sooner or later if this continues. Why don't we go to Danané and maybe get in touch with the embassy. ”

Before the woman could finish speaking, there was an uproar in the crowd.

The man named Pei is a yellow man, tall and burly, with a bald head, a Chinese face, thick eyebrows and big eyes that exude a heroic spirit. He carried a heavy military camouflage backpack and an AK47 assault rifle on his shoulder.

A whitened jacket that has long been soaking wet.

A pair of jeans, covered with mud dots, no longer recognizable in their original color.

The man wiped the rain from his face and looked back at the crowd behind him, a bitter smile on his resolute face.

"Miss Shia, it's not that I don't want to go to Danane, it's that I can't."

"Why?"

The woman named Xia has long wet brown hair and delicate facial features, which is very much in line with the Asian aesthetic view. She is about 17o cm tall, with a shirt and jeans, which outlines her bumpy figure.

Thea stared at the man with a pair of blue eyes, puzzled.

The man sighed and said softly: "This coup d'état in Côte d'Ivoire is, to put it bluntly, the ethnic cleansing of the Kru people by the Mandi and the Marinko people. District 18 has always been a base for the Marinko people, and Danane must have had a Marinko army stationed there. If we go to Danané, I'm afraid everyone will be in danger. ”

Côte d'Ivoire is a multi-ethnic country with 69 ethnic groups.

Among the larger ones are the Aken, Mandi, Walter and Kru peoples. In addition, there was the influx of the Marinco people from Guinea in the nineteenth century, mainly in the north-western part of Côte d'Ivoire. Most of the Kru people also live in the eighteen mountainous areas, and the contradictions and conflicts between the two sides have not stopped from the beginning.

With so many ethnic groups, they come from different places and have very different beliefs and customs. The situation in Côte d'Ivoire has deteriorated since the death of President Boigny, who had served seven consecutive terms as President in 1993.

Contradictions in beliefs, differences in customs, also caused violent conflicts between ethnic groups.

In August, the Chief of the General Staff of Côte d'Ivoire, Robert Robert, staged a military coup in Duabidjan to expel the president from Côte d'Ivoire. Subsequently, the coup d'état spread across the country, which also exacerbated the inter-ethnic conflict and became unmanageable.

The man's name is Pei Tiejun, a Chinese veteran.

In '93, he came to Côte d'Ivoire with the aid organization and was later assigned to the town of Fuman, in the 18th mountainous area. About ten days ago, when there was a riot in Manzhen, Pei Tiejun and a group of Kru people living in Manzhen escaped, and traveled all the way west to Danane. Along the way, they also met some white people, and a few yellow people mixed in.

Chia is a beautiful French girl who was originally a nurse in Toulouse.

She joined the Red Cross aid team and traveled to Côte d'Ivoire with other volunteers, but she did not expect a coup d'état.

With his own ability, Pei Tiejun quickly gained the status of a leader.

Regardless of whether those whites are really convinced, most Kru people still trust Pei Tiejun.

"Pei, I didn't mean to offend you, I just ...... We're not Crewe.

I'm sure the Mandi and the Marinko don't dare to do anything to us. I'm a Mi countryman, and if they dare to hurt me, I'm sure Bill will never let them go. Sia, I think you're right, we should go to Danane for help. ”

A white man walked out, waving his arms and shouting loudly.

It's just that before he finished speaking, Pei Tiejun suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waist and put it on his head.

"Fool, you listen to me.

From the moment Robert carried out the coup, the whole of Côte d'Ivoire lost order. This ethnic conflict is not an accident, but a backlog of ethnic hatred that has been building up over the past 30 years since the establishment of Côte d'Ivoire in 1961.

Now, there is no sanity in the whole of Côte d'Ivoire, only bloody massacres.

If you are really not afraid of the Mandi and the Marinko, you don't have to flee with us.

As for what you said about Bill, I don't know. All I know is that as soon as we show up in Danan, we will be brutally murdered by the red-eyed Marinkos. If you want to die, I won't stop you. But if you come to us, don't blame me for being unkind. ”

All the way from Manzhen, Pei Tiejun has killed many people.

When he was angry, everyone believed that if this white man had any resistance, Pei Tiejun would definitely pull the trigger without hesitation.

"Pei, don't do this, Mike didn't mean that." Xia Ya's face was pale, but he boldly grabbed Pei Tiejun's hand and shouted anxiously: "Mike just wants to take a break, everyone will really get tired if they go on like this." ”

Mike's face turned pale, and he hurriedly said, "Pei, believe me, I don't mean what you think." ”

Pei Tiejun took a deep breath and slowly put down the pistol.

"Mike, we're in danger right now, the Mandi and the Marinco, and it's unreasonable at this time. We in China have a saying that we are in the same boat. Everyone should be united, there is no black and white difference. ”

Mike nodded his head in agreement, and closed his mouth even more.

Pei Tiejun frowned and said softly: "I remember that after entering the Nimba Mountain, there was a village called Baban. Nowadays, the rebels are mainly active in the cities, and they are not able to take care of the mountains. We went into the mountains and rested in the tribe of Baban. I was passing by there three years ago, and their shaman, who was from Huaxia, would have agreed to accept us. ”

The faces of Xia and the others showed excitement, and at the same time, they had a strange feeling in their hearts.

Côte d'Ivoire is dominated by Islam and Christianity, accounting for about 60 percent of the country's population. Of the remaining 40 percent, more people believe in primitive religions, except for a small number of people who have no religious beliefs. In Côte d'Ivoire there were black missionaries and there were white missionaries, but no one had ever heard of a Chinese being a shaman.

But either way, it's a hope......

The team began to set off again, braving heavy rain in the direction of Mount Nimba.

"Pei, I remember that you Chinese people don't have faith, how can someone come here and become a shaman of the tribe?"

Xia followed Pei Tiejun's side, holding a pregnant woman and asked curiously.

This is a good girl, and at the same time she has an abundance of curiosity.

Pei Tiejun scratched his head, and then said, "Xia Ya, it's not that the Chinese people don't have faith, they just don't believe in your gods. With a history of 5,000 years, China has its own beliefs. We believe in our ancestors, we believe in families, and we have our own gods. However, why did Lao Yang come here to be a shaman? I don't know, he didn't say it. ”

"That's ......"

Xia Ya nodded thoughtfully, and then smiled: "Pei, I have always been full of curiosity about Huaxia.

After arriving safely in Guinea this time, I will go with you to China to see what your hometown is like, and you will entertain me when the time comes. ”

"Okay, when the time comes, I'll take you to eat our hometown's special delicacy, mutton stewed noodles!"

"What's that?"

"A delicious pasta dish that I'm sure you'll love."

Pei Tiejun said, his face couldn't help but show a look of nostalgia.

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Nimba Hills, located on the border with Liberia, Côte d'Ivoire and Guinea in West Africa. It extends from northwest to southeast, and the terrain is rugged. The average altitude is 500 meters, and the highest peak, Mount Nimba at 1,752 meters, is located just west of Danane.

Here, there is high-quality hematite, as well as rich gold and diamond deposits.

Pei Tiejun and his entourage walked into Nimba Mountain at about three o'clock in the afternoon, and came to the village that Pei Tiejun said in the evening.

The Baban tribe is a small primitive tribe living in the Nimba Mountains with a population of less than 200.

When Pei Tiejun and the others arrived at the Baban tribe, the rain finally stopped!

The sunset shone on Mount Nimba after the rain, and a mist rose from the mountain, shrouding the Baban tribe in a hazy mist.

At the head of the village, there is a small river that flows.

The sunset glows on the river, creating a layer of red scales, which is truly beautiful!

The small village after the rain is exceptionally peaceful.

Xia couldn't help but hold her breath, for fear of breaking this peaceful atmosphere.

"Lao Yang, I'm coming to see you!"

However, there will always be all kinds of people who disrupt the mood in life. For Xia Ya, the scenery in front of him is beautiful, but for Pei Tiejun, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it can't resist a piece of fragrant barbecue.

For ten days, he had been nervous, not daring to relax for a moment.

Now that he has come to the Baban tribe, his tense nerves seem to have been relieved at once, and he can't help but shout loudly at the entrance of the village, attracting a pair of eyes from Xia and others.

Pei Tiejun's shouts alarmed the village.

A dog barking came from the village, which also broke the silence of the village.

Pei Tiejun and the others walked into the village and were greeted with a pair of confused, curious, and even slightly frightened eyes.

He stopped a black man and muttered for a while.

"What is he talking about?"

Pei Tiejun's words, Xia couldn't understand a word, and couldn't help but ask the people around her.

"He spoke Diura, but with a local accent, which I didn't quite understand, but it was generally asking the priest for his residence. He said that he was a friend of the shaman, and the Baban man said that the shaman had died a year earlier. ”

The answer to Sia was a woman, a yellow woman.

However, Xia knew that this woman had nothing to do with Pei Tiejun. And along the way, Pei Tiejun was very cold to this woman and her companions. Because, this woman is not a Chinese, but a widow.

There is too much hatred between the Chinese and the Japanese.

Pei Tiejun is a veteran, and he will not have any good feelings for the Japanese people.

He did not discard those widows in the middle of the way, and he was already in the spirit of humanitarianism. It is basically impossible to say that he is friendly to the Japanese people. It is a kind of innate hatred that comes from the bones, and there is no way to resolve it.

The woman's name is Miyuki Harukawa, and she is said to be a native of Kyoto.

She has a sweet appearance, with long straight black hair and dimples when she laughs. Not very tall, but very ...... Especially the pair of big breasts, even Xia is a little ashamed. Along the way, a group of white people circled her. However, Miyuki Harukawa is usually very low-key and doesn't like to talk too much. And the few widows who traveled with her also seemed to take her as their own. So much so that at one point Sia thought that these Japanese people did not know English and French.

"Do you understand Diura?"

Thea was surprised.

Diura is a language without writing and the lingua franca of Côte d'Ivoire. Although the official language of Côte d'Ivoire is French, it is far less popular than Diura in terms of popularity. Sia is French, so naturally he doesn't understand Diura. This Miyuki Harukawa's sudden opening was naturally beyond her expectations. I thought that Miyuki Harukawa could only speak English, but I didn't expect it...... This also made Shia can't help it, and she became curious about Miyuki Harukawa.

Miyuki Harukawa smiled humbly, "I can't say that I understand, but I just have some understanding."

Okay, Pei Jun has already asked clearly...... The people here say that although the shaman has passed away, there is still a young priest. As long as the little shaman agrees, they have no opinion. Pei Jun is here, probably to meet the little priest. ”

As he was talking, Pei Tiejun had already walked back.

It's just that his face is a little ugly, and he said softly: "My friend passed away a year ago, and now his child takes over the position of shaman. I know that child, but I haven't seen him for three years, so we should pay a visit according to the etiquette. ”

"Little shaman?"

Xia Ya's curiosity made it, and she couldn't help but ask, "Pei, where does that little priest live?" Shall we go together? ”

Pei Tiejun hesitated and nodded.

"Let's rest where we are, Shia and I."

"Pei Jun, can you take me?"

Miyuki Harukawa also stepped forward, with a little pleading on her sweet face.

This was also the first time she took the initiative to speak, Pei Tiejun was stunned, and said with a dark face: "What are you going to do?" ”

"Allow me to introduce myself, I graduated from Kyoto University with a major in world folklore. The reason why I came to Côte d'Ivoire this time was also attracted by the primitive sects here. I've never heard of an Asian being a shaman here, and I'd love to get to know that little shaman, and I ask Pei Jun not to refuse, okay with Miyuki's request? ”

"Pei ......"

Seeing Miyuki Harukawa like this, Shia couldn't help but help persuade her.

Pei Tiejun thought about it, and there seemed to be no problem, so he nodded and said, "Okay...... But when you get to the place, don't wander around. ”

"Miyuki understands."

"Thea, where are you going? I'll go with you. ”

Mike also came over to join in the fun, but looking at him like that, he wanted to be with Xia more. Miyuki Harukawa set friendship.

Pei Tiejun shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the village with a gun on his back.

"Mike, when you get to the place in a while, don't mess around, don't talk nonsense."

"I know, I know."

After saying that, Mike took the backpack from Miyuki Harukawa again and followed behind as he spoke.

The Baban tribe is not very large, and the wooden houses are scattered, full of primitive tribal customs unique to Côte d'Ivoire. At the back of the village, there is a wooden house. When Miyuki Harukawa saw the wooden house, her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up.

It's a wooden house with an oriental flair!

However, it seems not surprising to think that the shaman here is a Chinese.

When he came to the wooden house, Pei Tiejun shouted at the door of the wooden house: "Wood, wood is not there, I am Lao Pei!" ”

The room was silent, there was no sound.

Mike was about to step forward, but was pulled by Miyuki Harukawa, "Mike, take off your shoes and go up again, and follow the local customs." ”

"Take off your shoes?" Mike looked confused.

Miyuki Harukawa explained, "If you look at the porch spotlessly clean and the original color of the wood, it shows that the little shaman is a very clean person. We're asking each other for now, so it's best to be polite and don't cause trouble.

Look, didn't Pei Jun just take off his shoes? ”

I have to say that Miyuki Harukawa is very observant and sees some clues.

It was very clean on the wood-colored porch outside the wooden house. Except for the mottled years left behind, it is almost spotless.

On the side, Pei Tiejun and Xia Ya both took off their shoes and removed the dirt from their clothes.

Although Mike was reluctant, he saw that Shia and Miyuki Harukawa had taken off their shoes, and it was not easy to hold on any longer, so he took them off. The four of them walked barefoot to the porch, and as soon as Pei Tiejun stepped forward and pushed the door, he heard a squeak, and the door opened!

The door was unlocked and apparently the owner was reassured.

When the four of them entered the wooden house, it was now empty and unfurnished.

Directly opposite the gate is a table with a shelf made of wood. And on the shelf, there is a drum, only the size of a small watermelon, and the shape is very peculiar. One section of the drum has a carving in the shape of a bull's head, which is connected to the drum as a whole. And on the corresponding side of the bull head statue, there is a semi-circular handle, which gives it an eerie feeling.

"This, made of crystal?"

When Mike saw the drum, he could see the material of the drum at a glance.

That's right, unlike ordinary drums, this drum is made of crystal throughout, including the bull's head and handles.

Candles were lit in the room, and although the light was dim, it reflected the crystal drum and circulated brightly.

The crystal drum seems to have a strange charm, which is refreshing.

Mike couldn't help but walk up and reach for the crystal drum.

"Mike, don't move!"

Xia and Pei Tiejun woke up and hurriedly shouted loudly, trying to stop Mike. Pei Tiejun stepped forward quickly, trying to push Mike away. However, before he could push the microphone away, he saw a blue shadow suddenly burst out from under ......the drum rack;

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