The fire is crackling and burning, today is a good weather, through the dense leaves, you can also see the stars in the sky, Ye Wudao stretched a big lazy waist, went to the metropolis for so long, or lifted this barren mountain and mountain range to be comfortable.

However, man is a social animal, especially at his age, only in his twenties, and he can't learn from the old man to hide in the deep mountains and old forests to retire, because his heart is still unstable and needs to go through the experience of Hongchen, even if he doesn't want to come out, the old man has to drive him out.

At this time, in the woods not far from their camp, an indigenous person was hiding behind the trees, almost hidden from the trees, he looked at Ye Wudao and Zhao Xiaodie on the platform in the distance, and Ye Wudao didn't even notice his existence.

The aboriginal quietly moved forward more than ten meters, hiding behind the bushes, a thumb-thick black centipede crawled over his unshoed instep, the aboriginal grabbed the centipede with his fingers, and then opened his mouth, directly stuffed the centipede into his mouth, and swallowed it directly without chewing.

At this time, I saw that another indigenous person took out a blowpipe about one meter long from his body, and then put a blowpipe into the blowpipe and aimed it at Ye Wudao on the platform.

For the natives who live here, he knows what is the most dangerous thing, and this man gives him the feeling that it is the most dangerous, so he wants to kill the most dangerous thing so that he can catch the prey.

This indigenous man did not immediately launch a blow arrow at Ye Wudao, but waited, he was waiting patiently, waiting for a good angle, for hunting, you must not be in a hurry, on the entire earth, I am afraid that there is no place more experienced than the indigenous people here to hunt.

These blow-gun arrows carry a poison that destroys the neuronal system, and if an arrow is fired, even tigers and leopards have to lie down, and are usually used by them to hunt large prey.

Time passed minute by minute, the aboriginal finally waited for a suitable opportunity, raised the blow pipe, held it in his mouth, and then the cheeks on both sides puffed up, aimed at Ye Wudao and blew hard, poof, the arrow flew out, the sound was almost imperceptible, and it flew towards the back of Ye Wudao's neck quickly.

Especially in this jungle, the sound of insects and the rustle of leaves blown by the wind makes it difficult to notice the sound of arrows breaking through the air when they fly, and even if they do, they think it will be the sound of mosquitoes flying, so they don't pay much attention to it.

And Ye Wudao didn't hear the sound, but he felt the danger, and the danger came from behind him, he was originally lazy, suddenly his eyebrows twisted, and he turned around in an instant, and his two fingers caught an arrow that was one finger long, and the tip of the arrow was also covered with a layer of black paint, if Ye Wudao was not mistaken, it should be poisoned.

"Who is it?" Ye Wudao immediately looked in the direction where the arrow flew from, but he could only see some leaves shaking in the bushes, and after the native's blow was missed, he had immediately disappeared into the jungle.

Ye Wudao immediately spread out his perception, and felt that something was moving rapidly from the inside, Ye Wudao immediately stepped on it, his body took off, and chased after the native.

The aboriginal was walking through the dense jungle with his waist bent, his body was as flexible as a leopard, and the speed was very fast, and there was almost no sound in the whole process, after all, this rainforest was equivalent to their home, and no matter how familiar it was to outsiders, it was impossible for them to be familiar with the local natives.

However, the native didn't escape far, and suddenly a huge force from his back was transmitted to his body, and with a bang, he was directly blown away, and after the native turned over a few heels and landed, one foot had already stepped heavily on his heart.

The native looked a little confused, and he didn't know why this was happening, even in the face of the most ferocious beast in the Amazon rainforest, he would be at ease.

"Looking for death, you dare to sneak attack Lao Tzu!"

Ye Wudao snorted coldly, and with a force on his foot, he suddenly trampled the native and screamed, and the blow arrow and sharp spear in his hand also kicked Ye Wudao off with his foot.

Ye Wudao asked him a few words, and found that this indigenous person couldn't understand his language, and Ye Wudao couldn't understand what the indigenous person said, Ye Wudao simply poked a few fingers at the indigenous person's body, restrained the indigenous person, and then let go of his feet, the indigenous man wanted to get up and escape, but found that his limbs couldn't move.

Ye Wudao grabbed the native, and then took him back to the camp, because he was afraid that if he stayed away from the camp, Zhao Xiaodie would be in danger.

And after Ye Wudao returned to the camp, Zhao Xiaodie had already stopped cultivating, and when she saw Ye Wudao bring back an indigenous person, she immediately recognized it, this indigenous person was the same one she saw on the edge of the waterhole that day.

"Ye Wudao, what happened?" he ......" Zhao Xiaodie asked in surprise as she pointed at the native.

"This guy just snuck me up with a blow arrow, and I found out and said I brought him back. Ye Wudao threw the native on the ground, clapped his hands and said.

This guy said dirty, and he didn't know if he had taken a bath, but when Ye Wudao grabbed his arm and dragged him back just now, he pulled out a dirty black mud.

However, since Zhao Xiaodie and Ye Wudao don't understand the language of these natives, it is useless to ask him, no matter what you ask him, the natives are repeating some strange syllables, I am afraid that it is almost impossible to communicate with him, so I can only throw this guy on the ground, planning to wait for dawn to talk.

After dawn, Ye Wudao went to check on the natives on the ground, and found that this guy was a little wilted, lying on the wet and cold ground for a night, crawling with ants and insects.

Ye Wudao grabbed this guy, dragged him to the river, threw him into the river and soaked him, washed away the ants and insects on his body, and then dragged him back, and then didn't care about him, but made a fire to eat for breakfast.

The native, who was lying on the ground and was wet, looked at the crocodile meat in Ye Wudao's hand with longing eyes, swallowed his saliva, and could see that this guy was obviously hungry.

And Ye Wudao didn't bother to pay attention to him, this guy actually attacked him, Ye Wudao didn't kill him, it was good, he still wanted to eat, not to mention the door, not even the window.

(End of chapter)