Dandan doesn't seem to be lying, he always seems nervous when he lies, but this time he shows sadness and anger, and he may be complaining that I am favoritism, or that I am being unfair to him.

"Where did you see that?" I asked with a gloomy face.

You must know that all the corpses caused by the battle a week ago, I have watched the white-robed slaves drag them to the beach and light a fire with their own hands, but I still can't guarantee that one or two corpses have been left out, and if this is the case, then I must immediately isolate the bald man and the blood-red jungle battlefield and eat the carrion? That's looking for death! The word "plague" is not a joke.

"Over there," Dandan said, gesturing in the direction behind me.

I followed my finger and found that it was completely in two opposite directions to the "Devil May Cry Forest", of course, I can't rule out that someone has hidden "carrion".

"Can you tell me about the bald man?" I pressed the handcuff on my waist, and then held the bird gun on my back in my hand, looked at the movement on the top of the mountain in the distance, and asked Dandan.

He was indeed called Bald, and I was not the only one who called him, but even the people of the Huya tribe called this man who always had a wicked smile on his face.

It's just that almost all of them are very disgusted with baldness, because this master always steals other people's prey when he is hungry, which makes the tribe very disgusted, and not even a female tribesman is willing to have fun with him, the reason is simple, he steals, so he does not believe in the sun god, is not a child of God, so he loses the right to heredity.

I couldn't help but want to laugh when I heard Dan Dan say this, recalling the cow leg that this grandson bragged to me when the bald man carried me back to the top of the mountain: such as he has a lot of mothers-in-law, Huya is also one of them, Huya especially likes to be with him, etc., etc., in the final analysis, this is all the brains of this master's own imagination, and its essence is just a "old sao stick" who runs trains with his mouth full of clothes on weekdays and has some responsibilities at critical times.

I imagined the scene of pressing a sticker with the word "Sao Stick" on the door of the bald man's head, and I couldn't help but laugh in my mouth, and I told Dan Dan about this fun, but in exchange for a wave of shaking his head.

"No, it's not like this, Shanna, he doesn't touch the women in the tribe, that person just wants to be with the tiger, and half of the prey he steals will be given to the tiger, but the tiger will return it to the person who stole it, he never talks to the other women in the tribe, and he doesn't ask for pleasure, otherwise he would have been beaten to death by Scarface", Dandan said while shaking his head.

I frowned, I couldn't imagine that the bald man had such a story about the tiger, no wonder the bald man always said to me, "He is not my clansman", and he already has a master in his heart!

"Hey, how many women have you touched?" , I took advantage of the gradually calming atmosphere to ask Dan Dan with a wicked smile, thinking to me about teasing the little virgin in front of me who may not even have touched a woman, after all, his embarrassment of whether he pretends to be or plays in his true colors is very interesting.

"Me?" He was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I have two children, and I have never even seen them and came here with you", he said in frustration.

Everyone will play it, now it's my turn to be blind, and I can't tell whether what Dandan's words are true or false, but how can he, who looks like seventeen or eighteen years old, become the father of two children? In contrast, I have become a fake who has never even made a woman's belly bigger.

He took a deep breath: "You go back, remember, don't tell anyone everything we just talked about".

I'm going to ask Bald, a suspected "ghoul", to find out, but I can't bring the balls, the two of them are obviously at odds, and bringing him will only exacerbate the problem.

Dragging his injured leg along the mountain road, thinking about whether the bald man had really done such a heinous thing, should I isolate him or should I have solved this thing on the spot that was full of trains, unclean hands and feet, and even the dead could eat?

Speaking of this leg injury, it is very strange, it seems that after arriving on this island six years ago, all the flesh injuries I encountered have recovered surprisingly quickly, remember my finger that was almost cut off by sharp leaves half a month ago? It's only been a dozen days, and I've only done a simple bandage, but now I'm so healed that I can't even see a scar, and even the leg injury that I thought would cause a disability is now recovering at a speed that is visible to the naked eye every day.

This puzzled and sobered me, but there was not much time for such aimless thinking, and the bald man was basking in the sun as if he were waiting for me, and his face was very ruddy, not at all like those white-robed natives who were so hungry that they were blue-faced, and this visual intuition even made me immediately conclude that this grandson had indeed eaten carrion.

"What are you thinking?" I walked up and wrung off a blade of grass and put it in my mouth, leaning on the mound of dirt as he did.

"I wonder why you haven't come to me yet", the bald man dipped his finger in his tongue, then put it in the air, his eyes staring at the finger carefully.

I didn't hear him clearly, my attention was completely drawn to the change of his fingers, I thought he was testing the direction of the wind or observing the smell of the air, in short, it must be some kind of mysterious indigenous skill, but who knows, this grandson's finger is just dipped in a small flying insect!

"What did you just say?" I looked away from his fingers, looked at the bald man with an unobtrusive face, and asked again.

"Can you give me a piece of this stuff you have?" Instead of answering me this time, he pointed to my off-white overalls and asked an irrelevant question.

"Would you like to get dressed?" , I asked curiously, because the tiger girl and Dandan, who are of the same clan as him, were forced by me to put on them, which seemed to be a burden to them.

"Clothes? Oh, it's called clothes."

He paused and said, "Of course I am willing to wear it, as long as you are willing to give it to me, it will not be long before you will know how precious this kind of clothing is."

I didn't understand him too much, and looked at him suspiciously.

"Why are you staring at me like this, I'm not the girl who boils rice soup," he said with a sly smile, and as he spoke, he also followed my example and unscrewed a blade of grass on the ground and put it in his mouth, but the difference was that he could blow the sound with this blade of grass, and the note was very long and desolate.

I also tried his appearance and planned to blow a set of "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" with grass blades, but as soon as I competed, the leaves were sprayed on the ground by me and floated far away.

"What have you eaten these days?" , I looked at the leaves on the ground, didn't bother to go around in circles, and asked straight to the point.

"Why did you come to ask me this question so late, I've been waiting for days," said the bald man, turning his head over and smiling evilly.

I was already on guard and suddenly saw him approaching, and my hand naturally tightened the grip on my waist.

"Did you really eat those buried corpses?" I turned my head to him and said to him with a serious face.

"Corpses? You mean carrion? Haha......", he suddenly held his stomach and laughed, leaning forward and backward with a smile, completely ignoring me with a gloomy face.

When his smile faded, he suddenly said to me, "Let's talk about a deal";

"What deal?";

"A deal you can't refuse," the bald man slowly leaned his head close to me, and then whispered as his eyes met each other, "I have something to eat."