With such an idea, no matter what people say, Zhao Chen always nods and agrees. And the hundreds of natives, as long as they saw Zhao Chen nodding their heads, the crowd would burst into earth-shattering cheers, and looking at Zhao Chen's gaze, they became more and more fiery and in awe.

That's an exaggeration, isn't it?

Cheng Chumo, who was behind him, saw such a scene, and opened his mouth wide in surprise, with a ghost-like expression.

In fact, this is also very easy to explain, these people live in the mountains and forests all the year round, almost isolated from the outside world, to say that it is good, it is simple-hearted, to say ugly, in fact, it is ignorance!

Because of their isolation from the world, these people live much simpler minds than people in the outside world, and they don't have so many complicated thoughts. Throughout his life, he spent his life in the mountains and forests, except for running for survival, and spent most of the rest of his time sacrificing to the gods.

All kinds of gods, anyway, as long as they encounter something that they can't explain, they all push to the gods, so in the hearts of these people, they can skip eating first, but the gods can't help but worship!

Zhao Chen didn't know what kind of god these people regarded him as, but looking at the fanatical attitude on these people's faces, Zhao Chen estimated that his 'god' should not be much smaller.

The man standing in front of the crowd was still muttering, as long as he said a word, Zhao Chen nodded, and after a long list of muttering words, the man suddenly turned around and raised his hands violently towards the crowd behind him.

It can be seen that this guy has a very high prestige among this group of people, and the crowd that was originally cheering suddenly saw the man raise his hands, and for a moment it was as if his mouth was caught by tweezers, and suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

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