Just as Zheng Jing looked at the tribe that appeared in front of him in shock, he suddenly felt that he was being targeted by something.

Zheng Jing slowly raised his head and looked at a big tree on the left.

On the tree, a black-skinned, primitive man with a bow and arrow in his hand was facing him with a wary face.

Seeing this human who had broken into the vicinity of the tribe, Calaf whistled.

Hearing this whistle, Zheng Jing found that there were many primitive people with weapons in the tribe ahead.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Jing hurriedly hung the camera around his neck, and then turned on the recording.

Seeing these primitive people rushing towards him, Zheng Jing looked at them vigilantly with a submachine gun.

When these primitive people saw Zheng Jing, they did not attack him, but surrounded him.

Seeing that they didn't attack him, Zheng Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

He won't shoot unless he has to.

Since they didn't attack, Zheng Jing carefully observed them.

These primitive people are very dark-skinned and not very tall, with a height of about 1.5 to 1.6 meters.

I don't know if they haven't gone out, they haven't worn anything.

Just like that, the organs were exposed.

I'm not afraid of parasitic catfish burrowing into it.

Zheng Jing thought in his heart.

While Zheng Jing was observing them, these primitive people were also observing him.

As a warrior of the Maca tribe, Calaf had seen many things, but this was the first time he had seen this strange human.

He wondered, why was the person in front of him wearing something, and it was not good to leak out?

Also, why is this intruder's skin yellow, is he the legendary devil?

Just as Zheng Jing was still thinking about how to get out of their encirclement, he suddenly saw the primitive man in front of him get out of the way.

Then, Zheng Jing saw a black man with a scepter in his hand approaching.

The man looked beautiful with a feathered crown on his head, and a special face was painted on his face with black and white paint.

In particular, on his waist, there is a garment made of withered grass, which obscures the key places.

Seeing this person coming over, Zheng Jing guessed that this person should be the chief.

As the chief of the Maca tribe, Ramser was meeting outsiders for the first time.

Seeing Zheng Jing's yellow skin and the clothes on his body made Ramselle curious.

"Who are you?"

Driven by curiosity, Ramsel subconsciously asked in maca.

After saying that, Ramsel regretted it, thinking to himself, how could this outsider have their language.

However, Zheng Jing's next words shocked Ramsel.