It is a group of islands located below the coast of Tansfog Continent, close to each other, and the aborigines can climb the thick vines to reach the opposite shore in less than a minute, while the outermost part of the island group is only two shallow water paths to the secret forest. Among the many islands www.biquge.info there is one of the largest islands, which is called "Hamm Island" by the local natives (imitating the sound of human breathing, ha, mouth exhalation, m, nose inhalation, so "Hamm" means life in the indigenous language here).

In contrast to the fact that the island of Hamm is full of towering ancient species, there are no ferocious beasts, only a few tree-dwelling seabirds and a few small animals. The indigenous people here have mastered the fishing skills passed down from their ancestors, and seafood is their main food, although they occasionally leave the island to explore the wild forest, in preparation for the next ritual. Because the sacrifice had to use fresh meat and blood, and they believed that it would bring good luck to Hamm for the next quarter.

Marcus and Bald Head were one of the takeaways from the aborigines' "expedition", and as the highlight of the ritual, they are now being held in a cage not far from the chief's thatched hut. As for the cage, my God, it is not at all beautiful, it is entirely a spherical product made of seaweed and rattan, which can only accommodate an adult, and then pulled up with a few strong ropes, and hangs it from the thick trunk of a tree, and the whole looks like a blue gourd.

"Chief, are you okay?" The bald heads had been hanging in the air for a whole month, and the gold rings, gold necklaces, and gold bracelets brought out of the secret forest had all been taken away by the natives. These days, they have eaten their last meal, and sometimes they don't, because these natives are moody, especially the natives who are in charge of the meal, and they like to flirt with the natives so much that they often don't know where the wild has gone, and as a result, they forget to feed them. When the bald head was very hungry once, he yelled at the other natives a few times, but he didn't expect those people to take a long rod and savagely start poking the bald head's buttocks.

"Ahem...... I can't die yet......" Marcus was obviously in worse condition than the bald head, for his position was easily exposed to sunlight and now looked like a lump of eggplant, "but soon, you see, they've started to build a tent and make a fire, and maybe tonight will be a sacrifice, which may be our last night on earth." Marcus squinted vigorously, trying to see more clearly, his beard now covered his entire chin, and he looked terrible.

"Buli. A native wearing only a black thong stuck a dead fish at the top of a long pole and stuffed it into a "seaweed cage".

"Hey, give me one more, I'll go to your ancestors!" Marcus cursed indignantly, but his body honestly tore open the fish and began to eat it raw.

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Gradually, the sun sank into the shoreline.

There were no clouds in the sky, and a round moon hung high above it, spilling out a little moonlight. The occasional evening breeze blows through the air, bringing with it the warmth and humidity characteristic of the coastal zone, and it would have been a great holiday destination without the natives dancing in circles around the campfire.

"Oh, oh!" a group of natives with bird feathers on their heads jumped out of the tent one by one. After a while, a stretcher was lifted out by Heli with a wooden chair on top of it, and an obese aboriginal sat it. The native wore a large gold chain as thick as a fingernail from Marcas's neck, five gold-encrusted rings with a bald head on the five fingers of his right hand, red and green stripes on both sides of his cheeks, and a shaking of his chin from time to time to begin to chew on the fresh fruit that had just been gathered. That's right, he's the sheikh of Hamm.

"Whoa!" said the chief, sitting up slowly, proudly holding up the gold chain around his neck, drawing cheers from the natives in the audience.

"Chief, they seem to like these gold objects more than we do—" The bald head stared at the five gold rings on the chief's finger, because they were supposed to be their own.

"Damn, I, Marcus, have been brilliant and martial in my life, but now I'm going to die in a place where this kind of bird doesn't shit..."Marcus said and suddenly felt a mass of something fall on his head, touched it, and almost fainted, this turned out to be a damn bird shit!

"Mabu!" a native approached and slashed the main rope holding the two "seagrass cages" together. After hearing only two "ouch" sounds, Marcus and the bald head sat down in the cage.

"Let go of me, let go of me!" Marcus was carried to the torture table by two strong natives, standing with his bald head facing back. The scorching heat of the flame came from his feet, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

"Ding!" a gold coin fell from the still struggling Marcas, and after a circle around Taishan, it rolled into the pile of natives.

"Yabu!" a native child picked up the gold coin and excitedly showed it to the others.

"Raya!" another adult native snatched it from the child's hand, but soon, the gold coin did not stay in his hand for long, and the others snatched it again. In this way, everyone robbed him, and he robbed you, which soon caused a commotion.

"West !!" The chief clapped his hands and kicked his legs and shouted, and the audience suddenly fell silent.

"Ding!" Marcus twisted his waist, and another gold coin fell, which as you can imagine, sparked a new scramble.

"Great, Chief, they love gold!" exclaimed the bald head excitedly, knowing that the coins came from the stone hamsters in their pockets.

"Very well, let's shake a little more!" Marcas saw hope, and he began to twist his waist frantically from side to side, or up and down, and soon, one after another, gold coins popped out of his pocket, more and more. And the amount of gold coins that fell out was only the tip of the iceberg for Marcas.

In the firelight, these natives had escalated from commotion to riot in order to compete for gold coins, and no matter how much the chief yelled, they could not stop their busy hands.

"Ubud!" a native with a knife walked up to the stage, cut the rope that bound Makas and them, and fell to the ground with a "poof", as if begging for forgiveness.

The natives of the "Ubud ......" and "Ubud ......" stopped their movements one after another, fell to the ground one after another, and bowed to Makas.

"Haha!" Marcas's eyes flashed, "Hahaha! That's right, I'm the god of gold coins! gold coins! gold coins in minutes! As long as you listen to me, you have all the gold coins, all of them!"

"Burgia, Mina!" the chief shouted incessantly from his chair, and the natives closest to him raised their heads and looked in the direction of Marcus with some hesitation.

"Burgia, your ancestor's, Mina, your grandfather's!" Marcas spat out, pulled out the native's knife, flew over and stabbed the chief in the chest, "Uncle Ben, I'll kill you believe it or not!"