Li Cang looked around and found that face blindness is common among human races. No one here really could recognize him, so he was completely relieved.

eat.

Pick the big one.

At this time, the rear.

Martinis hesitated for a long time, and finally chose to walk over: "Holy Spirit, great Cang..."

"stop!"

Martinis braked smoothly: "Dear Cang, I miss you very much. Since you were here last time, the young boys and girls in the entire tribe have missed you very much!"

"..."

Damn it, how about I touch it?

"What are you..."

"Oh, I have never seen a big rat from Africa. The whole family is reminiscing about their childhood..." Li Cang pointed to the rat's huge teeth, "By the way, this thing must be considered a specialty of your place, right? Such a big rat is doing it, watching it

It’s quite impressive, can your tribe also show off this?”

Martinis noticed the boss's inner joy at this moment, and said honestly and without conscience: "Well, occasionally, we do treat them as food, but the tribe is still more accustomed to and likes creatures with a single diet. We think

The souls of pure vegetarians or meat eaters are purer, and eating is a sacred, universal moment of direct communication with life and the Holy Spirit, which is very important to our faith."

"Just say no and that's it! Are omnivorous people annoying you? Wait? You don't want to use this to express your tribe's advanced philosophy of only recruiting people to bleed to worship the sky and not eat people?"

"..."

The few tribesmen and women following Martinis who finally got the chance to accompany him through on-the-spot duels, rolling happily, etc., looked at each other in confusion. They really couldn't distinguish between the tyrannical, iron-blooded, and unparalleled resourceful Holy Spirit and the big rat in front of them who only wanted to taste it.

Qian was associated with the guy who smelled like roasted rat. I stared at him and felt that my trip was well worth it.

Yes, due to Martinis's unreliable words and deeds, Li Cang has gradually become a deity in the hearts of the tribesmen.

That kind of reverence and pilgrimage-like mentality cannot be described in a single word.

If Martinis hadn't warned him repeatedly not to do this before he came, I would have been the first one to show off to you little bastards. These young men would probably be eager to see this face.

I knelt down and kowtowed to him on the spot. Faith may not lead to enlightenment, but this young living Holy Spirit not only gradually overlapped with some of the images of the Trinity in their faith, but also truly made everyone in the tribe have it.

A chance to live again.

Several tribesmen and women bowed their heads humbly, devoting their loyalty and faith to the man and beast. They picked up a strand of Miss Qiu's fallen braid on the ground, carefully and cautiously tore off a corner of her clothes, wrapped it up, and put it into her arms.

The place closest to the heart.

On the red soil road, Li Cang had a big skewer of dried meat in one hand.

The spiciness of the African local chili peppers, which are yellow, white, and resemble devil peppers, is so intense that he can't resist it: "Hey~"

Martinis was stunned for a moment in front of the dried meat skewers, and then he took it ecstatically, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, and motioned to several young men and women from the tribe to come over and line up to thank him: "Cang, it's really unimaginable, even if you are as noble as

You...um...in your words, is this called down-to-earth?"

"This is called starving the brave to death!"

"Dear Cang, you can always say such philosophical words, I..."

Li Cang was too lazy to answer the conversation or take the things back. He was just curious and wanted to taste them. He was not actually hungry.

"So, what on earth is this place, am I going the wrong way?"

"Yes, you should take the land-based green channel at the last ferry point above. The ferry point below is no longer public but private. It is to facilitate the passage of caravans and transport goods. In fact,

This is the airspace at the junction of ABC's three districts. It can basically be described as a three-pronged zone. Of course, the people living here are also refugees who escaped from district B or other places. This place is very chaotic. The base has been separated from Amelie.

The card side has been waffling for a long time but has not been able to reach an agreement."

"Is it more chaotic than Uncle Black Island at that time?"

"Even more chaotic!" Martinis nodded repeatedly, "Although there are constant wars on that floating land, they have their own land and property, and they have resources that they can use to survive. There is nothing on it, haven't you noticed?

, these islands are actually scraps abandoned after prayers and fragments of mine islands with depleted resources. It is difficult to guarantee even the most basic crop harvest. Please pay attention to the land under your feet. This red patch cannot be called it at all.

The soil is completely different from the common red soil in Africa. These are gravel, very gravel."

"America?"

"Yes, their settlements have always done things under certain pretexts. The seemingly glamorous floating land is home to a large number of refugees who may starve to death at any time, but they are not like the base. They can only

To provide some people with the best environment for survival and enjoyment, so you see, this area appeared, they exiled these poor guys who clearly had nothing but were still squeezed out of everything, and they didn't even bother to see these

People died on their islands, fearing that their rotting and stinking corpses would contaminate the land that was born free and equal."

Li Cang nodded to express his understanding, then suddenly stopped and walked towards a rough alley with forked roads.

This place is more than a little bit dilapidated than the "Main Street" outside. There is basically nothing that can be called a house. Most of them are just some red clay gravel piled on the ground as a place to live. This place doesn't even have mud to cover the walls.

They can't reconcile each other, and they are so poor that they have no soil to eat.

Well-dressed people, with skin as white as jade, a ferocious and solemn beast behind them, and a group of humble followers dressed as priests who decorated themselves with bone ornaments, minerals, animal skins, and feathers - this is how they appear in the eyes of the local people.

The scene is a feeling that cannot be described in their language, and is even a bit sacred.

They may not understand other things, but it is difficult for some local African-American residents not to know compatriots with distinctive characteristics like the priest. They have longing and fear in their eyes, silently watching a strange group of people walking through the alley, and occasionally someone comes up.

They were lying on the ground, hoping that Martinis would help their sick children or other family members.

However, there is obviously a certain deviation between the high priest Martinis and their understanding of the witchcraft walker. What Martinis is best at in his life is to pull enemies or anyone to the cliff, bleed to worship the sky, and sing hymns.

, as for any subsequent efforts to help ladies and eldest ladies communicate with their dead family members and pets, they can only be misguided.

Treat illnesses and save lives?

How can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air?

Fortunately, these people's illnesses are really just the simplest and most basic illnesses. A few anti-inflammatory drugs and a few antibiotics can often solve the problem. Even if it doesn't work, there are also prayer-level emergency drugs to cover them. Even in Li

Cang's three-foot-high iron rooster doesn't seem to be a cost-effective thing at all. It's so cheap that you can just grab a few potatoes on an empty island and pray for a copy.

But for this group of locals, it is undoubtedly an elixir.

"Cang, you are the greatest merciful person, but there are millions of people gathered in this place, and no one can save them." Martinis shook his head repeatedly, "Maybe you will think that this is a wasteland.

But what I need to tell you is that this place is already a paradise for them. It is just barren and poor and lacks resources, but there is no real war. A large part of the people here were already refugees before the disaster happened.

Some of them are from Sierra Leone, some are from Ukraine, Gaza, Sudan... In short... places like that, compared to today, may be truly cruel to them."

Li Cang casually picked up a stick from the small stall at the end of the alley, sitting behind a gasoline barrel oven in front of a very beautiful young girl who couldn't tell whether she was Latina or African. He roasted it carefully, not burning it like other stalls.

Basho was given a work score card from the base. After she timidly stood up and thanked her, she couldn't help but stepped forward and asked in Spanish: "Are you also filming a video? Will I look ugly in there?"

The four tribesmen and women behind Martinis were about to stop them when they were forced back by Martinis' eyes.

Li Cang smiled: "No, you are very beautiful!"

With this sentence, Li Cang felt that he was in trouble. From the red house behind the girl, more than ten, twenty or thirty people emerged. Surrounded by them, men, women, old and young, cried, laughed, and sang.

They were shouting and dancing like they were celebrating the New Year, and they kept repeating the same indigenous words that Li Cang didn't understand.

The expression on old Martinis's face was quite wonderful: "They hope you can take this girl away..."

"?"

"You just complimented her on her beauty..." Martinis, the high priest of the tribe and the irritable African man, actually had a trace of rosy on his face, which really embarrassed him, "I'm sorry, I didn't know there would be

Things like that, but they say that occasionally people like you come here, walk around, take a look, and take away some pretty girl, and occasionally these girls come back, dressed in a distinguished way, and give some money

, maybe leaving alone, maybe taking away one or two sisters. In any case, this is an unattainable luxury for them. They are congratulating her and blessing people like them and will not stop them. They said half a year ago

A beautiful girl was taken away in the alley next door. She followed the Chinese people. The person also said something like this. The girl came back once last month. She was very good and had learned to speak Chinese. So what you said just now

Only then can they understand..."

"!"

Martinis said quickly: "I'm sorry, this was my mistake. I really didn't know something like this would happen here, but please don't refuse. You know, such a big psychological gap is enough to destroy a person's most vulnerable

Psychological defense, if you don’t take her away, I’m afraid she won’t be able to live anymore. Actually...actually...it doesn’t matter if you don’t like her, I can take her back to the tribe!”

It's rare for you to gracefully lead a magician to show off your heart. How can this make me behave decently?

It is difficult for Li Cang, with his semi-social physique, to punish others for his own mistakes, except of course Lao Wang and Miss Qiu. He continued to smile at the girl and whispered a few words through his teeth: "

Martinis, do you understand what those people did before and how they did it?"

"Oh, this is simple. Just say a few words to show that you like this girl very much. They won't understand anyway, and then just take the girl away!"

"That's it? Why do I think you, old boy, are digging a hole for me?"

Martinis coughed: "You may not understand that if you take this girl away, it means that this girl will be in a social status that is absolutely unreachable by everyone in this area. She will be like before, no, beyond

Before all those girls become a legend, will her family be respected? I don't know, after all, all African-American kinships are weird, but definitely, definitely, definitely life will be easier if you leave

She...I think you should understand what I mean..."

Anyway, Li Cang is used to this kind of daily life on the track. From San Xiaozhi to Yuktra Hill to the Fantasy Island Chain, the people who have been thrust into his hands have already been riddled with lice and debts.

She was not far behind this one, so she coughed lightly and emboldened her: "Well...she is very beautiful...I..."

Facing so many pairs of eyes that are ten thousand times more eager than ordinary people at the same time, it is a mystery to what extent Li Cang's language organization ability can deteriorate.
To be continued...