Lu Shuting was still scolding, and the little monkey and Zhao Yunlai persuaded from time to time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The snake seemed to be disturbed, and its coiled body moved slightly.

"Oh no, it's awake!" Kong Zhaoqiang said in a low voice.

The vast space suddenly fell silent. The two snakes seemed to have a heart in their hearts, and opened their eyes almost simultaneously. The huge snake's head lifted up, constantly scanning the space. Apparently they are aware that their territory has an uninvited guest.

The slightly larger blue and white snake was the first to act, first stretched out along the corner of the wall, and crawled towards Gong Da Niu with its head tilted.

Gong Daniu lowered his head, and there was a pool of blood on the ground. The serpent was clearly attracted to the smell of blood. The other snake was tempted and began to crawl in this direction as well. Gong Da Niu was still unconscious, unaware of the danger that was coming.

Lu Shuting's face turned red, and the blue tendons on his forehead were exposed. "He. . . Mother. It's kind of coming at me! He twisted violently, trying to break free of the rope.

The serpent spat out long letters, greedily dipped in the blood of the ground. His eyes have been aimed at Gong Da Niu, and in the face of such a big prey, he didn't know how to bite for a while.

"Dogs. Day. Come at me! Lu Shuting roared.

"Old Gong, wake up!" Zhao Yunlai also shouted.

"Listen to the people outside, one of the people in the house has died, and you all have to die!" The scrivener also roared fiercely, he was not joking, if he was given a chance, he would definitely do what he said.

The big snake finally found a breakthrough, opened its mouth and swallowed Gong Da Niu's feet, and stuffed it into its mouth little by little. The snake's mouth opened exaggeratedly, and the whole head seemed to split from the middle, forcing the prey inside. The other snake followed suit, swallowing the other foot and twisting its position in search of the best place to swallow.

Although Gong Daniu was unconscious, he was still conscious, and the severe pain brought him to his senses. Rao is such a hard man, but he still can't help but have a hideous face, distorted facial features, and let out unbearable moans. Bright red blood flowed down the naked feet, and the blood inspired the serpent to kill and devour it with more violent movements.

Gong Daniu's eyes were blood-red, and he shook his body desperately, trying to break free of the rope and fight with the big snake, but unfortunately it was useless, and he hit the stake with the back of his head in vain.

The little monkey and Zhao Yunlai both closed their eyes, and couldn't bear to look at it any longer. Lu Shuting roared hysterically: "There is a kind of coming at me, and the grandchildren outside are all dead!" ”

The scrivener whistled a few times, trying to attract the big snake, when I was a child, I went hunting in the mountains with my grandfather, and sometimes I needed snake skin, and my grandfather used this method to attract the snake out.

The whistle worked, and the two snakes quickly stopped their movements and let go of their mouths to stare at the scrivener. Crawl over slowly. Everyone sweated for him, the snake would not give up easily after being attracted to it, and it would repeat the tragedy of Gong Daniu just now.

Lu Shuting was still yelling hysterically: "There is a kind of rushing to grandpa, I will ......"

Perhaps it was Lu Shuting's roar that worked, a bright light shot in, and the door was opened. Come in two. Red. Bare. The guy on the upper body has an abstract snake tattoo painted on the chest and shoulders. The scrivener looked the same as the natives, and he didn't know if the two guys had been here.

Without saying a word, the natives rushed to Lu Shuting and beat them up, carrying them out of the house like bags. When the big snake saw the natives coming in, he immediately stopped a lot, no longer pressed the modern bookbox, and bent his body to follow the natives out of the house. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the two devils were finally gone!

Gong Da Niu's two feet are no longer the same, the shoes are long gone, and the bloody feet can't see if there are a few toes missing. This guy is really a man, and he didn't snort again at this time with such a serious injury.

At this moment, another bright light came in, and the door opened again, and a large group of natives entered, and the house was so large that it was filled by natives. I can't count how many people there are in the scrivebook, anyway, there are a bunch of black presses, everyone is dressed almost the same, and so many naked snake tattoos look murderous together. The scrivener box has a very bad premonition, will he be escorted to the execution ground? Or maybe make a human meat feast.

At the head was an old man, dressed in a distinctly different costume from the others, with silver ornaments on his head, ears, and neck, which was very majestic, and should have been the leader. The old guy said a lot to the scrivener and the others, but no one understood it. Kong Zhaoqiang was full of smiles, as if he could melt the other party's murderous aura by paying more smiles.

"Old man, old man, what are you talking about, can you slow down." Kong Zhaoqiang still laughed with him and answered the other party correctly.

The scrivener snorted angrily, and said in his heart that no matter how slow people speak, you can understand.

The old man said a few more words to Kong Zhaoqiang and ordered someone to take him away. looked at the wound on Gong Daniu's foot again, and ordered someone to take it away. Only the scrivener, the little monkey and Zhao Yunlai were honestly tied to the stake.

The old man walked to the scrivener, looked up and down a few times, and said three words very lamely: "Stay Su Shang?" ”

The scrivener nodded, obviously the other party knew his name, and it was difficult to say what would happen next.

The old man's face was wide, and the people behind him seemed to know his intentions, and quickly went over to untie the rope on the scrivener. Surrounded by everyone, I left the hut and went out to find that it was the lowest part of a small hill, and even the midday sun was blocked, no wonder it was so humid inside. A large group of natives surrounded the scrivener box and the old man in the middle, although their hands and feet were not bound, but they could not escape if they wanted to.

Turning the hill, there was a clearing where the towering trees had been cut down to make small huts, and many women and children sat at the door. There were also some older children running around in the clearing. When I saw the scrivener passing by, they stopped and watched. Soon there was a circle of people.

The scrivener feels like a monkey, surrounded by monkeys. The old man's face sank like water, and he whispered softly, and the crowd suddenly dispersed. Passing through a small forest, a large stone hall comes into view, the main hall is three zhang high, and the length and width are seven or eight zhang each. Compared with the low wooden houses in front, it can be described as magnificent.

The natives seemed to have a lot of respect for the main hall, stopping at a great distance from the main hall and standing respectfully with their hands bowed. Only the eldest old man led the scrivener box on. The scrivener is starting to get excited, and it's a good time to escape. The old man smiled kindly at him as if he knew what he was thinking.

The scrivener's heart is hot, this look is too warm and familiar, déjà vu! Only when I was a child, my grandfather would look at himself like this, and after many years, the same look would happen to an indigenous person. He instantly gave up the idea of escaping, and the other party didn't seem to have malicious intent. Besides, Little Monkey, Lu Shuting and others are still in the hands of others, and Reina's whereabouts are unknown, so he will definitely not escape by himself. In a trance, they have followed each other into the main hall.

The space inside the main hall is not as large as expected, but if there are only three or five people, it still seems empty. There was a person sitting on the stone chair in the middle, covered with gold and silver ornaments, and it seemed that his status was higher than that of the old man. Could it be that this person is the tribal chief? The scrivener secretly guessed.

The old man bowed to the seated man, then pulled the scrivener over and stood aside. Judging by the old man's attitude, the scrivener box was ninety percent sure that the person on the stone chair was the tribal chief.

The person sitting there had been a blank expression, unable to tell whether he was friend or foe, and looked intently at the scrivener. Naturally, the scrivener will not be intimidated by the other party, and will also stare at the other party. The other party was in his fifties, his head and body were covered with gold and silver ornaments, and his eyes were shining, looking very majestic.

The scrivener couldn't figure out what the chief of a barbaric indigenous tribe in a foreign land was doing when he saw him. It won't be about drinking tea and chatting. In this situation, the life and death of the comrades-in-arms are uncertain, and they are not in the mood to drink tea.

At this time, a dark shadow came out of the corner, and although the steps were very light, it was still noticed by the scrivener, and instinctively followed the sound. It turned out to be Rena. What he was most worried about was Rena's safety, her sudden appearance was a big surprise for him, and his hanging heart finally fell. He grabbed her shoulder and looked her up and down three times before he was sure she was really unharmed.

Rena shouted into the corner, and another slender figure came out, it was Hasha, who was also intact. Harsha greeted the scrivener and snuggled into the arms of the old native. The scrivener hesitated for a moment, and immediately understood that Harsha was very close to this old indigenous man, and it was possible that they were father and daughter.

Rena gave the scrivener a big hug, and then said a bunch of words. It's a pity that the scrivener can't understand a word, and the one in front can probably guess it, saying that she herself is safe and sound, and the people of this tribe are not hostile. It was not clear what was going on, and Rina pointed at Harsha and then at the tribal chief, gesturing with both hands, trying to explain something.

The scrivener shook his head, indicating that he still didn't understand. Rena seemed anxious, pacing back and forth and meditating, trying to find the best way to express it. The scrivener slowly said three words at her: Zhao Yunlai.

Rena's eyes flashed, and Qianqianyu's hand patted her head, and she suddenly realized. They used to communicate through Zhao Yun, but they forgot about this stubble in a hurry. Rena turned and said something to the chief, who agreed, and soon someone took the order. It didn't take long to bring in a person, it was Zhao Yunlai. Seeing that Lao Zhao was intact, the scrivener box was a little relieved.

Rena couldn't wait to talk to Zhao Yun about a lot, and Zhao Yunlai motioned her to take her time, her translation level was really limited, so she could only come sentence by sentence.

In this way, Rena said a sentence, and Zhao Yunlai translated a sentence. The scrivener listened to the side, and finally understood the other party's intentions. It turns out that this tribe is a branch of the Kachin people, whose ancestors have lived in the Savage Mountains for generations, and are the real owners of the Savage Mountains. Not long ago, a large number of Japanese people suddenly entered the Savage Mountain and searched the mountain everywhere, as if they were looking for something.