After a long time, Li Moyang woke up in a daze, opened his colored eyelids, and the scene in front of him shocked him.

Around the campfire, more than a dozen men and women, all black men, men, and women, holding human limbs, were munching there, and the smell of burnt protein was in the air.

Li Moyang looked around, Zhang Bo had no trace, I damn it, no, it wouldn't be Zhang Bo's body that these savage blacks are eating.

Li Moyang couldn't help but want to vomit, there are still cannibalistic barbarians now, it's too unbelievable, even if it is a barbaric land in black Africa, in the twenty-first century, the cannibalism phenomenon has long been gone, right? Could it be that these people are really uncivilized primitive tribes?

After moving his limbs, Li Moyang found that he was not bound, but he was weak and seemed to have been poisoned.

After thinking about it for a long time, Li Moyang remembered that he smelled the smell of bonfire fireworks from the bonfire under the mountain on the hillside, there were definitely hallucinogens in it, but these black people had nothing to do, it was really a mysterious black Africa!

Li Moyang no longer sighed, in order to survive and not become food in the mouths of these savage blacks, he secretly tried to dispel the hallucinogens in his body, but it took half a day of effort, no effect, and he was busy sweating.

Li Moyang lay on the ground weakly, and could only pray that after these blacks had eaten Zhang Bo, they could no longer hold themselves in their stomachs, so that they could live until dawn, and at that time, maybe the hallucinogens had passed their expiration date, and he could survive as a Jedi, alas! That's all I can think about.

The black people finally finished eating, threw the bones into the fire, and a bloody human head was thrown into a pot and boiled on the bonfire, and after a while, the strange smell reached Li Moyang's nose.

Li Moyang couldn't help but want to vomit, it was really disgusting to the bottom line, a tragedy!

The blacks each held a wooden spoon, surrounded the iron pot, drank the human head soup, screamed strangely in their mouths, and writhed rhythmically involuntarily, enjoying themselves, and the whole camping bonfire party.

It's over, maybe tomorrow, and the same will happen to you, after eating meat and drinking soup, then you will turn into a bunch of rice field ko, and the head will be cleaned up and hung on the wall as a souvenir.

I was sad to urge, I knew what Africa was coming from, what inexplicable tasks I was performing, in the big villa, hugging left and right, the big bed, and the big quilt sleeping together, it seems that I can only wait until the next life......

Li Moyang lay on the ground and sighed for a long time, and the gray-haired old black man who came out of the thatched hut came to Li Moyang's side, holding a sharp long-handled firewood knife in his hand.

I'm rubbing, it's my turn so soon.

Li Moyang wants to cry without tears, there are so many beautiful women waiting for me, there are still a group of brothers waiting for me, and there are drunk and lying on the knees of beauties, waking up to take charge of the world, all of them are Yiyin, a dream......

The old black man stared at Li Moyang for a while, hehe smiled, his face was white and black, and a mouthful of white teeth, it was very infiltrating, he didn't speak, beckoned to call two black men with a circle of rags around their waists, the two guys opened their mouths to show their white teeth, like a row of sharp blades, and they also smeared black faces like ghosts, and stepped forward with a smile and lifted Li Moyang to the inside of the grass house.

It's over, the thatched hut is estimated to be a slaughterhouse, followed by a miserable dismemberment, and his head was cut off from his shoulder, Li Moyang didn't want to think about it anymore, and tried his luck to see if the hallucinogens had expired, but he finally gave up and had no effect.

was finally carried into the thatched hut, Li Moyang glanced around helplessly, and sure enough, it was a slaughterhouse, a wooden bed was bloody, and the room was full of blood.

The two black men threw Li Moyang on the bed, the old black man muttered a few words, the two black men reversed Li Moyang again, ripped off the jacket on Li Moyang's body, and the old black man lifted a black jar and found a piece of cloth, and began to scrub Li Moyang's body.

I'm really, Nima, I'm really particular, this is to eat clean human flesh.

Li Moyang tried his skills and was still weak, but his brain began to slowly sober up, since he couldn't move his hands, let's say a few words, even if it was his last words, it didn't matter if the black people could understand it or not, he talked to himself.

"I said, black boss, what years are you now, you still eat human flesh, it's Ultraman. What, remember to eat me, put me in the whole body, we Chinese pay the most attention to this. Okay, I'm done, give my brother a good time, don't make it too bad. ”

Li Moyang said a lot of things, but the black man didn't react, so he died, closed his eyes, played the piano to the cow, and wanted to cry without tears......

"I said, big brother, you are much better than any of your guys, that guy is crying and shouting not to let us kill him, hehe, you are amazing!"

Li Moyang was stunned, there was a familiar Jinan dialect in his ears, it was too earthy, too kind, what kind of trouble was Emma going to make?

Li Moyang struggled to turn back, the old black man had gray hair and short white beard stubble on his cheeks, and he was looking at him with a smile.

"You, you, you can speak Huaxia, and it's Jinan!"

"yes, you think I'm a black African old man?" The old black man continued to speak in Jinan dialect.

Only then did Li Moyang put his mind at ease, it was good to be able to speak Jinan, and he said it so slipperily, he must have been influenced by my hometown of China and Confucius and Mencius, and he definitely couldn't do such a contrary act of cannibalism.

Who would have thought that the old black man motioned to the two black men, and the two guys stepped forward and pressed Li Moyang's shoulder, and the old man raised a sharp firewood knife, aimed at Li Moyang's shoulder, and cut it down.

I'm dying! Speechless and able to speak Chinese, doesn't it mean that it can change the traditional hobby of tens of thousands of years, is human flesh so delicious?

Li Moyang closed his eyes and waited quietly for the fatal knife.

However, the imaginary knife did not come, Li Moyang only felt the chai knife turn dexterously on the wound on his shoulder, and there was no imaginary pain.

Then it sprinkled some water from a crockpot, which was cool and comfortable, and then a wet puddle of muddy stuff blocked the wound, and a black man skillfully bandaged Li Moyang's wound.

"Get up, young man, you're stronger than I thought you were, much stronger than your buddy."

Li Moyang turned over and stood up, feeling much more relaxed up and down, his head was not dizzy, quietly lucky, feeling that the qi was smooth, Mahler was a handle, scaring Lao Tzu for a long time, it was time for Lao Tzu to teach you a lesson.

He was ready for battle, and it was estimated that the three people in the room would die immediately from his fists and kicks as soon as he made a move.

"Come with me and see how your buddy goes!"

The old black man saved his own life with a word.

It turns out that Zhang Bo is not dead?

So what are those black people eating, it seems to be indeed human limbs, is it to raise us to be white and fat first and then eat?

Li Moyang had countless thoughts in his mind between the calcium carbide firelight, and finally gave up all of them, and followed the old black man to another thatched house, because he felt the coolness coming from his back, and the numbness feeling of his muscles slowly growing, and people were helping him heal.

The wound that was pierced by the motorcycle fragments on the night of the motorcycle black car race broke free in the primeval forest, and the bodily fluids of the python corroded and began to suppurate and rot, and the unknown herbs of the black old man now began to play a magical role, which made Li Moyang's heart greatly relaxed.

Entering another thatched house, Li Moyang breathed a sigh of relief, and all his worries turned into a warm current.

Zhang Bo was lying on the wooden bed well, his arms, legs and head were all in good condition, he slept happily, and it seemed that the wounds on his collarbones were also treated very neatly.

"You may be seated."

The old black man pointed to the wooden bench in the hut, went to the basin to wash his face, and then picked up the clothes hanging on the wall and began to put them on.

After a while, the old man came to Li Moyang's side, and the black and white patterns on his face were also washed off, revealing his black and black true face, his eyes were bright, his thick white curly hair, and his white beard looked very kind, and he also had a matching beige khaki hunting outfit on his body, which was very capable, and the old man regained his civilized nature.

I rub, not savages, so what are those limbs they eat?

And he can also speak Jinan dialect, which is really an incredible tribe, a mysterious old black man.

Li Moyang glanced around, there was an AK automatic rifle on the table, with a wooden butt, Li Moyang could see at a glance that this was a domestic product in Huaxia.

"Ha Luha, are you curious?"

The old black man sat down at the wooden table, picked up the automatic rifle, skillfully pulled the bolt, aimed at the corner of the grass hut, and after a while put it on the table again.

Then he turned his head and stretched out his big hand, which was very well maintained, with a sincere look in his eyes, Li Moyang held it without hesitation, and instantly felt the rough cocoon on the index finger of the old black man, which was a cocoon sharpened by touching the gun for a long time, this old man is not simple.

"Introduce yourself, I, Marian Ngouwabi. You can call me Marian. ”

"Li Moyang, from China. Curious indeed! Li Moyang smiled, a mouthful of white teeth did not lose points at all, and won the favor of Marian.

The two solemnly shook it and let go.

"Hehe, aren't you weird, how did you get captured alive?" Marian smiled narrowly, but there was kindness in his smile.

Li Moyang smiled bitterly, he was really guessed by this old man, he was known as a super agent, but he was captured unconsciously, it was too embarrassing to spread the news, but fortunately, these people are civilized people, not uncivilized cannibals.

"Yes, Mr. Marjan for advice." Li Moyang stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Please sit down, you are too polite, since I can speak Huaxia, I naturally have feelings for Huaxia, don't be so polite."

Obviously, Li Moyang's attitude and the gift of his hand have added a lot of points to him, and Marian is very satisfied.

"Actually, I'm more curious that you can speak Huaxia dialect, and you still sneak into Jinan dialect like this, Ha Luha, if you only listen to the voice, I thought I saw my fellow countrymen."

Li Moyang's words were deliberately said in the pronunciation of Yuedong Province to show his identity.

Sure enough, Marian was very surprised and looked surprised!