The gunsmith came down from the tree, made sure he was not injured, and quickly returned to the center of the explosion, the pit had been expanded, and the pyramid-shaped metal spire in the ground was exposed.

The bone gun not only pierced the outer layer of the metal, but also left a cylindrical channel with a diameter of about forty centimeters on it, and when the energy bullet penetrated the outer layer of this metal object, it would leave this trajectory wider than the shell, with a regular and neat shape.

The gunsmith picked up a stone and was about to throw it into the spire to measure the depth, when he stumbled and fell to his knees.

"What's going on......" His legs lost the strength to support his body, and his vision blurred.

Several figures came into the gunsmith's line of sight, but the gunsmith couldn't see the person who came, and in his eyes it was just a black shadow in the form of a human. Soon, a few more figures were added, and they began to talk to each other, in a language that the gunsmith did not understand at all.

Before long, the gunsmith was on his back on the ground, his mind still clear, but his vision was blurred and his whole body was weak. He only felt that he was tied up, chained to a long stick like an animal, picked up by two men and carried away.

He also didn't know how far he had been taken or how long it had been. Anyway, he must have been carried into a village, and he saw some buildings that resembled thatched huts, and he smelled the smell of barbecued food. Then he was untied from his stick and thrown into what looked like a cage. There seemed to be another person beside him, but the man remained motionless, sitting in the corner of the cage, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. The gunsmith's eyes couldn't see clearly for a while, and he didn't have the strength to speak, so he could only wait.

It wasn't until the sun was setting that the gunsmith tried to say to the dumb-eyed brother beside him, "Hey, man, do you understand me?"

The man looked to be in his thirties, Caucasian, young and unkempt, and he raised his eyelids to look at the gunsmith, and replied, "Oh, your medicine is over." ”

The gunsmith asked, "What kind of medicine?"

The man said: "Of course it's an anesthetic, these natives use homemade blow arrows to shoot a kind of tiny thorn with something that can paralyze your body, maybe the juice of herbs, or the powder that they grind, I don't know." ”

When the gunsmith heard this, he instinctively touched the back of his neck, and there were indeed two small wounds, "When did you get an arrow...... I didn't really notice it......"

The man said: "It's hard to notice, it feels like being bitten by a mosquito." He held out his hand, "John DeSoto, you can call me John." ”

The gunsmith reluctantly raised his arm and shook his hand: "Charles Rohr, whatever you want to call it." ”

John asked, "So, Charles, you're also here to explore the jungle?"

The gunsmith smiled bitterly: "No, the plane crashed, what, you are an explorer?"

John said, "Yes, but I'm sorry to say that the expedition wasn't very successful. ”

"Let me guess that your compass suddenly broke down at some point, and then you got lost in this area?"

"It's not just the compass, man, my friends and I are an expedition of six people, equipped with all kinds of advanced equipment. John said: "But all those things will be ineffective after they get here, and there seems to be some kind of power in this place that can make the advanced devices invented in the last hundred years strike en masse, and that power also emits a chaotic magnetic field at the same time, affecting the most basic tools such as the compass, and in the end the only thing that can come in handy is some of the simplest electronic instruments, such as radios and the like." ”

The gunsmith looked around, "You said there were six people, but what about the other five?"

John sneered, but at the same time tears flashed in his eyes, and the gunsmith knew that this was not a good sign, and that the man might be on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Sure enough, John's answer was as eerie as his expression: "Eaten......"

The gunsmith swallowed, "Crocodile?" He just tentatively asked a more reasonable guess.

John replied, "No, it is by these natives." His tone began to become hysterical: "We were ambushed by this tribe about noon the day before yesterday, and that night, Louis and Abel were eaten, and the next night, it was the turn of the other three. He raised his head, looked at the gunsmith with desperate eyes and a desolate smile, and said, "Today is the third day, and I think it's my turn......"

The gunsmith said, "John, you have to cheer up, it's not the worst yet." ”

"Isn't it the worst?" John's voice suddenly rose up, but fortunately, the two natives who were in charge of guarding the cage not far away didn't seem to pay attention to the conversation between the two prisoners.

"The teammates who were born and died with me were killed alive in front of me, and the wild men stripped them naked, tied them to a stake, cut the flesh from the living people, divided their tongues, brains, and entrails like trophies, and then lit a bonfire for a village-wide barbecue, did you see the cooked meat hanging on the shelves outside? What do you think it is?" John leaned in and lowered his voice, but his tone was still very manic: " Whether it was the people who were killed or the people who were in cages, they all screamed and pleaded, but they didn't stop at all. Maybe they don't understand our language, but the most instinctive wails and cries of animals are universal, so ...... To these cannibals, we are no different from animals, would you have pity on pigs, cows, and sheep? Will the butcher care about the cries of food? No, it will be my turn today, and maybe I will take you with me, who knows! Charles! Do you think this is not the worst case? ”

The gunsmith waited for a moment until the other man had calmed down before he said, "Calm down, John, at least we're alive now." ”

John snorted coldly and leaned weakly against the cage: "It's all my fault, I'm the leader of this expedition, my teammates gave me their lives, but I killed them, I should have thought that there would be such a day, the good water person drowned, I deserve it......" He said and began to whimper, this is a man's confiding and repentance in the last period of his life, if the gunsmith is not here at this moment, John may have to say this to God.

The gunsmith basically regained consciousness at this time, he visually inspected, the cage he was in was not small, squeezing could probably close a dozen people, and the wood used to build the cage was also very strong, he knocked it with his hand a few times, and estimated that even the hippopotamus would not be able to escape from this place. The area around the exit of the cage is sealed by many dense rattan weaves, so that the human arm cannot be stretched out, and the stuck ridicule can only be opened from the outside, it seems that these cannibals built this cage with the intention of not only keeping the beasts, but also the people.

However, the gunsmith is also a person of the same level of ability, no matter how firmly the wood is rooted, it is also wood, and he is completely confident that he can destroy this imprisonment with his bare hands, and then escape.

He thought for a moment, then turned to John and asked, "Didn't you try to resist these cannibals when they took your friend out of their cages?"

"Of course I tried, but they would use anesthetics, and we couldn't hide in the cage at all, and we wouldn't be able to resist after being anesthetized. ”

The gunsmith said, "So...... If you want to escape, it's best to take advantage of it now, lest they start the meal early......" He touched it, and the bone gun was still there, and the wild man didn't touch what he was doing, but his bag was lost, but that kind of thing didn't matter anymore, as long as the gun was there.

John said, "Don't bother, even if you break your shoulder blades, the wood of this cage will not crack." "He has really lost hope, and the venting just now may be the last outburst.

The gunsmith said, "Brother John, I can't go on the road with a man who has completely lost the will to live, you have to cheer up, because I can't escape with you after breaking the cage." ”

John's expression changed suddenly, he stared at the gunsmith's face, it didn't look like this guy was joking, and the explorer's little will that had not yet been worn out was rekindled like a spark: "Are you serious?"