One of the remaining natives told the interpreter that he would go back first to report the news, then bowed to Li Qingcang, and then ran in the direction of the tribe with a pair of bare feet, his body as fast as an antelope, and disappeared from everyone's sight after a while.

The other six people carried the lion, and some of them sang songs that everyone couldn't understand all the way to lead the tribe.

It was not enough to travel for miles, and it turned around a mountain col. I saw a flat open valley in front of me. Nearly 100 thatched-roofed and mud-walled houses of various sizes have been built in the valley to form a village, and the perimeter of the village is planted with some sisal and thorny low shrubs, forming a wall that can prevent some small wild animals from breaking in.

At this moment, a large group of tribesmen and natives were pouring out of a gap in the wall, men and women, old and young, all with dark and shiny skin. Most of the adult men were shirtless, dressed like the natives they had met earlier.

Adult females have naked upper bodies and two breasts. The room swayed around his chest like a sack. Some of the younger-looking girls wore a blouse (said to be a blouse, but in fact, a hole was dug in the middle of the cloth and put around the neck!). ), with animal skins or grass skirts around the waist.

The children were mostly naked. Hiding behind the adults, he looked at this group of uninvited guests with a pair of big eyes.

Walking in the front were several old men in cloth robes, and in the middle was a black old man wearing a crown made of feathers, with a wrinkled face, a silver-white beard around his cheeks, and many necklaces and ornaments with hanging teeth and shells, and holding a cane.

This group of tribal residents, when they saw Li Qingcang's group, suddenly accelerated their speed and greeted them. The blacks carrying the lions were even more excited, and began to scream from afar.

When the two sides met, the old man with the cane had already stretched out his black and thin palm to Li Qingcang, and said in English: "Welcome!" Generous warriors and your friends! My name is Yakubu. Hassan. He is the chief of the Watta tribe. ”

Seeing that this old man could also speak English, Li Qingcang couldn't help but feel happy, and hurriedly held his hand and said, "Dear Chief Hassan, my name is Li Qingcang. I'm sorry to come and visit! ”

The old chief smiled and said, "It is the glory of our Wata tribe to invite a warrior who killed a lion with his bare hands to our tribe as a guest, so you don't have to be polite. As he spoke, he waved his hand and motioned for Li Qingcang and the others to enter the village with him.

Li Qingcang exchanged glances with Storm and Mr. Hu, and they were all secretly happy, thinking that the chief of this primitive tribe could actually speak English. It saves a lot of trouble!

Seeing Chieftain Hassan's kind invitation, they all followed him into the village. The rest of the tribesmen ran to the side of a few natives who carried lions and replaced them.

Most of the people gathered around the carcass of the lion with its fur intact and let out all kinds of strange exclamations!

The bare-bottomed children followed behind the adults who carried the lions, boldly reached out to touch the dead lion, and then ran away happily, while the timid ones held the hem of the adult's waist skirt and looked at the dead lion and did not dare to pass.

When Hai Ruyu and other women saw these bare-bottomed children, they couldn't help but overflow with motherhood, and took out some vacuum-packed chocolates, candies, biscuits and other snacks from their bags and handed them to them.

The little ones cowered and took the colorful things, tore open the packages under their demonstration, put them in their mouths, and waited until these delicious foods melted on their taste buds, all with expressions of surprise and satisfaction.

The adult natives also smiled when they saw the friendly behavior of this group of guests.

Chief Hassan led the group to the largest cone-shaped hut in the middle of the village, and when they entered, they found that the interior walls of the house were all made of wooden sticks pressed with layers of thatch, and a layer of clay attached to the outside.

On the ground, a dozen log pillars support the cone-shaped thatched roof, which is also crossed by beams.

There was a fire pit on the dirt floor in the middle of the house, and an iron round-bellied tin could hung from it, and the soup in it was boiling and bubbling with the smell of meat, and I don't know what was stewed in it.

There are many straw mats around the firepit, and many animal skins and skulls hang on the walls.

Chief Hassan walked to the edge of the fire, picked up a mat, sat down cross-legged, and motioned for everyone to sit too.

And they did the same, and sat down on the ground. It seems that this room is a place where the tribe holds a meeting, the area is not small, and there are many cushions, and dozens of people do not feel crowded in it.

The guests and hosts of both sides sat down, and Chief Hassan introduced the few cloth-clad elders sitting beside him to the guests one by one.

Li Qingcang also introduced several main characters in the team, and then went straight to the point, briefly recounting the situation of his group being attacked by the Haosa tribe in Alaja, which caused the injuries of the team members, and asked for the help of the tribe to treat their wounded.

As a child, the old chief Hassan studied with the English priests who came here to preach and preach, and he was able to speak English.

The hundred-year-long racial hatred between the two ethnic groups is also very clear, and after hearing this, he sighed and said: "The Haosa tribe and our Ruba tribe have always been incompatible, and when I was young, the Watta tribe also fought with the nearby Haosa tribe, but I didn't expect to be old, and I had to watch the two tribes start fighting, alas! Okay, without further ado, let me see your wounded. ”

Li Qingcang hurriedly took the old chief to a few wounded people, and when the old chief saw the red faces and chapped lips of several wounded people, he hurriedly called a tall Elder Akuri beside him to ask Wizard Tuliman to come over.

Most of the primitive tribes in Africa are very ignorant and backward, believe in primitive religions, and every major sacrifice or activity is presided over by shamans, and the medical conditions are very bad, these indigenous people who are as strong as weeds are sick or injured are healed by the shamans in the tribe.

Therefore, shamans are the spokesmen of the gods in the world in the hearts of the tribe natives, and in the eyes of the tribesmen, they are almost god-like existences, and their status is very respectful.

The crowd waited in the hut for about ten minutes before they saw Elder Arkuri walk in with a tall thin black man wearing a black robe, a crown of black feathers on his head, and a goat's skull cane in his hand. The pitch-black outfit and a thin face with no expression give people an eerie feeling.

As soon as Chief Hassan saw this wizard, he quickly stood up and introduced everyone that this was the Tuliman wizard of the tribe, and then said to the Tuliman wizard in the local language.

The face of the wizard Tu Liman was full of wrinkles, and he couldn't tell how old he was, and his eyes were deeply sunken, but the gaze that shot out between the opening and closing was like substance, and his divine light was bright, as if he could see through people's hearts.

After listening to the chief's introduction, Tu Liman scanned several wounded people with a pair of shining eyes, but he didn't stay long!

On the contrary, he kept looking Li Qingcang up and down, and after watching it for a long time, he didn't seem to be enjoying it, so he walked up to Li Qingcang, grabbed Li Qingcang's left hand, and put his palm in front of him to observe it carefully.

Li Qingcang was puzzled by his move, but now he has a request, and when this wizard grabbed his palm, he didn't have much power in his hand, so he didn't break free, and he grabbed his palm to study.

The wizard stared at the lines of Li Qingcang's palm carefully, muttering to himself while looking at it, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed and pondered on his black face, and suddenly the corners of his mouth were grinning, and his expression suddenly became magnificent.

After watching it for a long time, he suddenly said a few words to Chief Hassan with a solemn expression.

Chief Hassan asked a few questions in surprise, but the wizard nodded with a serious expression.

Chief Hassan said to Li Qingcang with a little embarrassment: "Respected warrior, our wizard has something very important to tell you, but you can't let others know, ......what do you think?" ”

Li Qingcang was a little inexplicable when he heard it, although he felt strange, but he was a master of art and bold, and he had no grudges against these tribesmen, so he was not worried about what harm this wizard would do to him.

He then asked Chief Hassan: "What about my wounded?" Chief Hassan relayed the question to the wizard.

The wizard patted his chest and said a few more words in the native language. Chief Hassan said to Li Qingcang: "He said that these wounded people are wrapped around him, and he promises to heal them, please rest assured!" ”

Li Qingcang was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately agreed to the wizard, and when the wizard saw Li Qingcang agree, a wrinkled black face showed a happy expression.

respectfully bent down at Li Qingcang to show respect, and then waved his hand and motioned for Li Qingcang to follow him.

Seeing this, Li Qingcang said to Hai Ruyu and Fengfeng and the others: "You guys come here first, and I'll talk to them." ”

Hai Ruyu reluctantly admonished: "Be careful, that wizard's eyes seem to be able to see people's hearts, it's weird!" ”

Li Qingcang patted her little hand and said, "Don't worry! I think he's very friendly, and there shouldn't be any malice! ”

After Chief Hassan told several elders around him to greet these guests, he accompanied Li Qingcang and Tu Liman out of the big grass house.

The Wizard Tuliman walked all the way and led Li Qingcang to the front of the house where he lived. This house is also located in the center of the tribe, and it is not small, and there are several rooms.

In the largest room that the three of them entered, Li Qingcang looked around and saw that the room was full of dried animal corpses and skeletons, and there were many clay pots of different sizes piled up on the ground. In a clay pot in the corner of the house, there were several thick incense sticks, and I don't know what material they were made of, exuding a strange fragrance, and the smell of the dried fur of these animals in the house was quite strange.