The Sea Spirit's kindness made the leader of the hunting natives grateful, and he turned and pointed to the distance of the mountain forest, "Respected son of the sea, our ancestral tribe is under the mountain pass over there"

"Well, I'll carry the prey back to your tribe in a moment. Zhang Lisheng looked in the direction of the native's finger and found that in addition to the mountains and forests, there was no shadow of the mountain pass at all, but he still affirmed it again.

Of course, the reason why the boy did this was not to be extremely bored and concerned about whether these earthly tribes in the other world could have enough to eat, but to know how great the effect of the 'Eternal Mastery Technique' of the Lu Dao was, and to what extent the so-called 'free communication' could be achieved.

In this strange era when the gates of the otherworldly world are constantly emerging on the earth, the value of the ability to communicate with all intelligent beings is self-evident, and it is necessary to know as much as possible about it in the shortest possible time.

With the promise of the Sea Spirit's help in the hunt, the natives' expressions became visibly excited, and the speed at which they devoured meat increased considerably.

After a while, the natives who had filled their stomachs opened the bamboo tube with brown bark wrapped around their waists one by one, drank a few sips of cool spring water, and stood up from the ground with a bustling conversation.

Seeing that the natives were full of food and drink, Zhang Lisheng strode in front of the remaining more than ninety percent of the remains of the black-skinned native cattle, grabbed two front kicks, carried them on his body, tried to take two steps, found that he could still support, and shouted loudly: "Mountain and forest people, lead the way, we will set off back to your tribe." ”

"Wow-la-la, mighty son of the sea. You must also be one of the strongest of all the darlings of the sea.

Tudenan people praise you" Seeing Zhang Lisheng's whole body immersed in the blood stains that were constantly oozing from the huge body of the beast, dragging the behemoth to move slowly, the natives were stunned for a moment, and then burst into loud cheers in unison.

The young men who acted as scouts among them immediately jumped out two or three, scrambling to act as guides, and took Zhang Lisheng through the jungle slowly, returning to the indigenous tribe.

This indigenous tribe is located in a small mountain pass basin in the middle of a dense forest, and the population of the tribe is less than 2,000 because of the limited water source. All of them live in low bark houses.

Strangely, this tribe already has simple and primitive artisan shops such as blacksmiths, weapon grinding yards, and leather yards. There is also a long history recorded on bark paper.

When Zhang Lisheng dragged the huge black-skinned ox carcass back to the tribe, he was welcomed by all the people left behind by the indigenous tribe.

As a fake 'Son of the Sea' and a friend who took the initiative to show goodwill to the 'Tudnan', he was even invited by the tribal leader to be next to the totem pole. The largest book in the house. I saw the history books of the 'Tudnan' tribe.

Sitting on a furry hide. Looking at this thick bark book, which was mostly brightly colored pictures of monsters, but also mixed with many cuneiform characters, Zhang Lisheng found. The pictures in the book are very similar to the reliefs on the tribal totem poles, and the meaning of the Chinese characters in the book, he naturally understands it in his eyes.

The wonderful effect of the 'Eternal Comprehension Technique' made the young man unconsciously show a satisfied smile on his face.

Seeing the excited expression of the 'sea spirit', the head of the southern Tud, who had been wrinkled and drowsy, suddenly asked, "Dear son of the sea, I wonder if you would like to leave your own portrait in the history books of our Tudnan?"

The request of the tribal leader made the warriors accompanying him show a horrified expression, but thinking of Zhang Lisheng's body soaked in blood, one step was the terrifying scene when a huge red footprint carried the corpse of a giant beast into the tribe.

The tribal warrior who thought of hunting mentioned that the black-skinned ox had been killed by the 'sea spirit' in front of him, and the fatal wound on the prey's body was only a huge fist mark engraved on the belly of the beast.

Thinking of the decline of the 'southern Tud', who had been through 1,750 winters and had once been famous among the entire Hell people, the warrior bowed his head without saying a word and regained his respectful expression.

"Can I leave an image?" Zhang Lisheng, who listened to the words of the clan leader and didn't understand what it meant to leave a name in the history book of the clan of the Hell People, said casually.

Of course, even if he knew that according to the ancient contract, he added his portrait to the history books of the Tudnan, and he had the right to enjoy the worship of the tribe and the obligation to protect the continuation of the tribe, and the boy who planned to ride the witch worm back to New York at night would not care at all.

"Of course you can be a powerful child of the sea, if you want, I can paint a portrait of you now. ”

"Are you still a painter, head Rulaluch, please. Zhang Lisheng smiled in surprise and handed the turned bark tree back to the old tribal leader.

The head man took the book, carefully took out a piece of crude bark paper from a wooden box hidden on the central altar on the bark house, and then dipped his fingers in the blood of some colorful beasts and poisonous insects, and with a few strokes on the paper, he vividly drew Zhang Lisheng's appearance after transformation.

"Dear Son of the Sea, what is your real name?"

"Zhang Lisheng. The boy wanted to make up a fake name to tell the old native in front of him, but what he said was his real name in Chinese.

This inexplicable situation made Zhang Lisheng stunned for a moment, and a feeling arose in his heart that something was not good, but at this time, the head of the southern Tude tribe had already glued the bark paper depicting his portrait to the history books of the tribe with his hands and feet, and wrote on the paper a Hell script similar to the pronunciation of the name 'Zhang Lisheng'.

After that, the old man sat on the ground and buried his head deep in his chest, "Zhang Lisheng, the guardian of the clan, may you protect 'Tudenan' forever." ”

At this time, the warrior behind the leader also carried a spear, knelt on his knees, and bowed his head to Zhang Lisheng.

Fortunately, except for the attitude of the natives towards themselves from respect to deference, nothing else strange happened, and Zhang Lisheng's hanging heart finally let go.

However, the unknown is always frightening, although he breathed a sigh of relief, but he immediately made two decisions in his heart, one is that in the future, whether it is in the otherworld or on the earth, he must not arbitrarily agree to some strange requests that he cannot understand;

The second is to leave the southern Tude tribe immediately now.

"I hear the sound of the trade winds, the call of the sea," the boy sprang out of the bark house with a spite of his own thoughts, and jumped with all his might, without looking at the warriors gathered outside the house, waiting for him to continue the hunt with him.

It was more than ten meters high, nearly 100 meters away, and in the dull gaze of the natives, Zhang Lisheng disappeared into the depths of the dense forest with a few ups and downs.

It was already evening, and the boy jumped for a few minutes with all his might, knocking down hundreds of huge trees, and came to the beach where the 'Elizabeth Holiday' had run aground.

Looking up at the sky, Zhang Lisheng recognized a few bright stars in the southwest direction in the canopy on the shore and remembered them, so he drove the dragon that had been following him to swell up his body, turned over and rode on the witch worm, stirring countless clouds and mist to rise into the sky and fly to the depths of the ocean.

Relying on the guidance of the stars, the boy drove the general direction of the dragon's flight to remain unchanged, constantly adjusting the angle, zigzags and twists to move forward in the way of fan-surface cruise, and finally when the sky was about to break, he faintly heard the whistle of 'woo...' in the distance.

"Come out, I've come out of the otherworldly realm and returned to Earth..."In the clouds where small electricity flashed, Zhang Lisheng muttered in surprise.

He puffed up his eyes and looked carefully in the direction where the whistle came from, and finally found that above the vast ocean, a faint light was floating and sinking, gently drifting.

With a goal, the boy quickly drove the dragon to follow the light to the brightly lit Port of Queens in New York, and then he flew along the coastline to the outside of the city, and ten minutes later he saw his huge factory standing in the suburbs of New York

"Finally back. With a long sigh of relief in the clouds, Zhang Lisheng shrunk his body to less than twenty centimeters and jumped directly into the sea from the witch worm.

Swimming ashore, Weather cautiously sneaked into the new LS slaughterhouse, opened the door with his fingerprints and pupils, and returned to his office.

In the darkest darkness before dawn, the boy returned to his normal size, took a hot bath in the bathroom, and changed into brand new clothes.

After fully restoring himself to the appearance of a civilized person, he found his phone and car keys on his desk, turned and walked out of the office.

By this time, the sun had slowly risen on the horizon, and before he could get into the car, Zhang Lisheng suddenly found that his workshop was already full of posters for the Republican campaign, as well as posters saying that he would participate in the Republican Cheligari election rally, and that the workshop would provide a car transfer and a free dinner.

Knowing that this should be Charlie's work at the behest of Tina's father, he couldn't help but smile dumbly.

In a presidential election, the general public is unlikely to vote for a stranger who has never heard of it before.

Therefore, in addition to the original political accumulation of their parties, the candidates are actually competing for the charisma of themselves and the campaign team and the platform to show this charisma, in other words, to spend a lot of money on advertising and invite political and business celebrities with wide influence in society to build momentum for themselves.

Of course, the new LS slaughterhouse cannot force farmers to vote for the Republican Party, but it can rely on the slogans in the factory, organized election rallies and 'communication' with the directors of hundreds of farmers' associations to subtly influence the future choices of nearly 30% of New York State's agricultural population, and this is where Zhang Lisheng's political value lies.

It may sound like a bit cheap and 'soft', but in the United States, the successful election of every government is inevitably fueled by such figures behind the scenes. (To be continued.) )