It's so cold! Why is it so cold! Am I dead? Why does my stomach still hurt so much? By the way, maybe I went to hell and was ordered by Hades to have my stomach disemboweled. But I can't see anything for what, and it's still so dark in front of me? Maybe I've just died, and I haven't learned how to observe hell yet. Hell may not be visible with the eyes.

But that's not right. Why have I always felt the smell of barbecue meat since just now? Can a person still smell the smell of a ghost after death? Maybe it really can. But it's still not right, how can hell smell like barbecue?

When Wuqi's consciousness collapsed, his whole body collapsed to the ground like mud, and then he fell into a deep coma, and I don't know how long it took for his consciousness to slowly recover from nothingness.

Wuqi fainted from excessive hunger, so he was much more sensitive to the aroma of food, especially barbecued meat. When a faint smell of barbecue slowly wafted into Wuqi's nose, his mind suddenly trembled, although he still did not fully regain consciousness and did not wake up, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It was an extremely satisfied smile, and yes, at this time, Wuqi was immersed in the aroma of barbecue, unable to extricate himself.

Although he is not yet awake, his brain has already begun to conceive one after another delicious pictures of barbecue, which makes the corners of Wuqi's mouth smile, and he can't help but drool, at a glance, he looks like a teenager who is still dreaming of enjoying delicious food, snot and saliva are flowing together, and he looks extremely funny.

However, the person standing in front of Wuqi at this time didn't feel funny at all, he even frowned slightly, and his face was a little ugly.

"Patriarch Zakula!" the two natives in front of him, dressed in animal skins, with bird feathers on their heads, and each holding a spear in their hands, were holding one of Wuqi's arms in one hand, and said in unison, "This is the spy I just caught!"

While talking, they also hit Wuqi's stomach with their knees, and Wuqi suddenly let out a muffled snort in pain, but he still didn't wake up.

Standing in front of Wuqi, Zakura was dressed in a brown animal skin, which had been extending diagonally from his shoulders to his crotch, covering most of the man's body, revealing only half of his thick shoulders and a muscular arm, and the dense and strange writing was deeply imprinted on his bare arm like an esoteric inscription.

His face is the kind of charred black skin after burning, but his age is not old, but younger than the two people of the same race in front of him, with prominent facial features, a rather tough appearance, a feather of the same style on his forehead, and a spear more than two meters long in his right hand, the whole person exudes a strong domineering.

He is actually just an ordinary station, but the momentum exuded by his whole body is far from being comparable to these two clansmen of the same race, at a glance, the whole person gives people a feeling full of strength, as if it is a mighty beast, full of wildness.

Zakula looked at Wuqi carefully, then lowered his head slightly and thought about it, and after a while, he tilted his head slightly to his right side, and whispered, "Tie him up first and put him on the altar." Wake him up again, and I'll interrogate him myself. ”

"Yes!" The two clansmen nodded at the same time, turned around and dragged Wuqi in the direction of the altar, which was not technically too far away, and the two clansmen only walked for a few minutes to reach their destination. But when the two dragged the stranger to the altar, they were densely followed by a dozen people watching the excitement.

These tribesmen were dressed exactly the same as the two escorts, and they were not much different from Zakura's, except that they did not have the black inscription on Zakura's right arm.

Looking at the lively clansmen, there were big and small, old and young, and they all looked at the young man lying on the ground in front of them with curiosity, dressed strangely, with a look of doubt in their eyes, and whispered to each other to discuss.

"Bara, do you know who he is?" an elderly native, who was less than one and a half meters tall and somewhat hunchbacked, pushed a child in front of him and asked,

"I don't know what to do. The child subconsciously shook his head, and another old voice suddenly came from behind him, "I just heard Zakoura Patriarch say that he is a spy sent by the Mallop Group. ”

As soon as these words came out, the clansmen standing in the front row turned around at the same time, and at this time, a young man wearing a mask next to the old man who spoke just now took the initiative to stand up, patted his chest, and explained: "Not bad. This man was found by me at the entrance to the west of our race, and he must have been sent by Mallop to find him. Hey, hey!"

Saying that, he deliberately straightened his waist and nodded proudly, and the other onlookers suddenly nodded in unison, but he didn't have long to be proud, a middle-aged woman in the crowd who was obese, dark-skinned, and had some thick lips shook her head and said, "But I don't look like him?"

Her words immediately attracted the sideways glances of the other clansmen, and the middle-aged woman pointed to Wuqi's face, and then explained: "Look. His face and size are just a child, no matter how you look at it. At most, he is not a few years older than Bara, how can he be a spy?"

"Yes, you do look like a child when you say that, and it is impossible for a spy to send such a young one. A young man nodded suddenly.

The surrounding clansmen also made such conclusions at the same time, but their conclusions aroused the dissatisfaction of the two young clansmen who escorted Wuqi over, and one of them, a thin man, suddenly glanced back at everyone, and shouted in a sharp voice: "What do you know?

If he hadn't been a spy, why would he have been able to find the entrance to the west of our clan so accurately? There is no entrance to the road other than us and the Mallop Group. He's not a spy, or what?"

The thin man was not strong, and his voice was not very angry, and he even sounded a little feminine, but his words were heard in the ears of the people in front of him, but a heavy stroke fell on their hearts. The faces of the people who were still sympathetic to Wuqi just now suddenly showed a thick hostility, and their eyes were constantly jumping as if anger was burning.

After about ten minutes, the two natives who escorted Wuqi tied Wuqi's hands and feet to a one-person-high cross-shaped wooden shelf, and then put a pile of firewood under the wooden shelf, and then walked away with a smug face, invited the patriarch Zakula over, and brought two buckets full of sewage by the way, and splashed them on Wuqi's head.

Wuqi's body suddenly trembled violently, and then suddenly sneezed like a thunderbolt, and then his consciousness finally woke up, and he slowly opened his eyes. Before his eyes were fully opened, he suddenly asked, a foul smell came from his face, and he couldn't help but have a stomach cramp and vomit.

He kept vomiting for a full minute, and when Wuqi only felt as if his bones were about to fall apart, he finally felt better, stopped vomiting, and looked at the dozens of strangely dressed people in front of him with extremely calm eyes, and a memory word "native" gradually rose in his heart, and he wanted to speak, but he felt that his throat was burning like fire, and he couldn't speak at all.

"Who are you?" Zakura was silent for a moment, and after seeing the sparkle in Wuqi's eyes, he began to interrogate. Wuqi didn't reply, just shook his head silently, and Zakula then asked, "What's your name?"

Wuqi shook his head silently again, Zakula was not angry, he took a deep breath, this time, he asked three questions in a row: "How did you find here? Who sent you, and what is the purpose of your here?"

Wuqi wanted to answer, but he was so hungry that he didn't have any strength in his whole body, and his throat was even more painful like fire, and he opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't make a sound. Zakula suddenly closed his eyes slightly, shook his head in disappointment, and when he opened his eyes again, there was already a thick murderous intent in his eyes, and he pointed at the two clansmen who escorted Wuqi over, and whispered: "Ignite the fire!"

After the two clansmen woke up Wuqi with water, they lit the torch early and stood next to the pile of firewood under Wuqi, at this time, when they heard the patriarch's words, a look of excitement flashed in their eyes, and after looking at each other and nodding, they put the torch burning with flames.

Damn! I have just woken up, and I am going to be burned alive! I can't accept such a death! I'm not reconciled!

When the firewood touches the flame on the torch, it makes a crisp sound. A moment later, a flame burst into the sky, rushing towards Wuqi's naked feet.

Due to the abundance of firewood, the flame burned very quickly, and the flames skyrocketed extremely alarmingly, but in the blink of an eye, the flames that were originally just the size of a fist quickly spread into a raging fire with flames more than one meter high.

Wuqi's feet suddenly felt a burning breath tearing his skin, his pants had already burned out at this time, and Wuqi's feet were completely exposed to the raging fire. In just a blink of an eye, the originally delicate skin of his legs turned burnt black in an instant, and a heavy smell of burnt suddenly came from the tip of Wuqi's nose.

His mind was suddenly occupied by a fear that he had never felt before, and his whole body suddenly trembled violently, and the wooden shelf behind him shook with a "thump" sound.

Wuqi's expression became hideous and distorted with fear and panic, and his black eyes stared at the natives who had ordered the fire just now, the hatred in his eyes was like the fire beneath him, burning fiercely, while the two natives beside him who performed the ignition ritual showed extremely excited expressions on their faces.

There was a hint of unbearability in the eyes of the other natives watching all this, but when everyone thought that the boy was going to be burned alive by the flames, Zakula said something that surprised all his kindred, "Put out the fire!

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