"Prepare for battle!"

Ye Feng gave a soft shout, and the crowd immediately scattered and hid under trees.

They peered out from under the tree trunk, each looking around.

It's around 3 p.m. now, and large predators like jaguars and wild boars usually don't come out at this time.

Therefore, the probability of it being a human is higher.

And who else but the pursuers could be lurking in this jungle?

These guys are much scarier than wild beasts.

Ye Feng thought this through his very mind, his fingers already gripping the bowstring tightly. Whoever it was, he'd kill them with a single arrow first…

But this time, his guess was wrong.

After several minutes of tense standoff, Mao Mao and Da Wang's voices gradually faded and eventually stopped.

After watching for so long, there wasn't a soul around.

"Could it be... that they've discovered us too?"

Ye Feng thought to himself, if the other party is an enemy, then it must be a certain team.

Whether they retreated or went into hiding, at least the traces and sounds will not be completely gone.

Especially in this forest full of dead leaves, each step makes a rustling sound, let alone a group of six or seven people.

He glanced at Liu Sisi beside him, unwilling to give up, and whispered:

"Sisi, you have sharp ears, did you hear something?"

Liu Sisi frowned, leaned closer to that direction, listened for about ten seconds, then shook her head awkwardly…

"No, Brother Feng, I haven't heard any loud noises from the beginning until now."

"Could these two little ones be playing a trick on us?"

"Absolutely impossible."

Ye Feng shook his head decisively. The two monkeys had lived with them for a long time and had indeed picked up many human habits.

For example, sometimes they would imitate the way they squeeze the urinary tractor to urinate, taste cooked food, play with knives, and engage in a series of other human behaviors.

But playing a prank is definitely out of the question; after all, the two monkeys are wild monkeys, and their genes cannot be changed.

Moreover, they were on guard duty not because they understood Ye Feng's orders.

It was just a habitual action of Ye Feng; he would put them on his shoulder when he needed to keep watch.

Over time, this develops into muscle memory.

The howler monkeys have a strong sense of territory and teamwork, and they have long regarded Ye Feng and his companions as one of their own.

Wherever they go, they assume it is their own territory, and that's why they loudly warn other intruders.

Thinking about it, Ye Feng looked at the two monkeys with a puzzled expression, but the two monkeys were still looking in the same direction...

Ye Feng was now certain that there were definitely people there…

It would be a mistake not to accept an enemy that has delivered itself to our doorstep.

"Let's go! We'll sneak past from the front. Monk Dawei, you two keep a low profile and each take one side to flank us. Try not to get caught."

If we're discovered, we'll just start killing. We're not afraid of a direct confrontation. But we need to be careful ourselves…”

"China Bank!"

The two nodded, then quickly left, one on each side, their bodies bowed.

Ye Feng and his companions, carrying bows, cautiously approached from the front, taking one step at a time.

Before they had walked a short distance, Zhan Pengfei, who was in charge of observing the ground, suddenly spoke up:

"Hey, Feng-ge, look!"

Ye Feng immediately looked down at the ground, his expression even more puzzled.

On the yellowed ground covered with fallen leaves, there was a trail of blood that clearly extended forward.

Could it be... that the pursuers killed each other, leaving someone alone?

This was the first thought that popped into Ye Feng's mind. He then understood why Mao Mao and Da Wang had stopped barking after a while.

It turned out the enemy wasn't coming towards them, but rather leaving...

He picked up a leaf, smelled it, and after confirming it was human blood, he immediately gave chase.

A pursuer who has been separated from his pursuers and is injured will not let go of a golden opportunity.

Just then, Tang Weiwei's shout suddenly came from ahead.

Thinking that a battle had broken out, the group quickly ran over...

After leaping over a patch of vegetation, they saw Tang Weiwei standing alone behind a woman, a short knife held to the woman's neck.

This woman had dark skin, sausage lips, and a big nose. Apart from her large eyes, her other features were quite ordinary, or even somewhat ugly.

She was squatting on the ground, with a wound at least 5 centimeters long on the side of her right calf, tightly bound with a vine.

It seems that the bloodstains I just saw were left by her.

Upon seeing Ye Feng and his group, her large eyes scanned the crowd incessantly, and she couldn't help but shrink back, her fear clearly visible.

It was also uttering a language that was completely incomprehensible to everyone.

"Tacha hates! Youyijie heilu! Dongta!"

Everyone frowned and looked at Ye Feng, clearly wanting to know if he could understand the language.

The woman in front of me had no modern devices on her.

Clearly, she is not one of the challengers in this game; she must be an indigenous person from some primitive tribe.

But Ye Feng was completely bewildered; he couldn't understand a single word of what the other person was saying.

He could only turn to look at Tang Weiwei…

"Where's the monk? What's going on with this woman?"

Tang Weiwei also looked puzzled and shook her head...

"I asked A-Wu to check around to see if there was anyone else."

Just now, when we came over, this woman suddenly popped out of the grass, holding this broken wooden spear, ready to ambush me.

As he spoke, he kicked a two-meter-long wooden spike at his feet.

It is indeed a wooden spear. Although it is crafted to an extremely smooth and convincing appearance, the details still reveal that it could not be made with modern technology.

"Damn it, don't let her small size fool you, she's incredibly strong, with powerful arms and legs."

However, I could tell she wasn't a trained fighter; she relied purely on brute force. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have almost fallen for her trick.

He had intended to kill her with a single blow, but seeing that she didn't seem to be one of their pursuers, he spared her life.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhan Pengwu ran back from the distant forest…

"Brother, I've checked, there shouldn't be anyone else around."

"Um."

Ye Feng nodded, squatted down, and carefully examined the woman in front of him.

Her eyes remained alert, but were filled with fighting spirit and sharpness—qualities that are not found in ordinary women.

She was barely clothed, wearing only some clothes woven from palm leaves and root plants.

To be honest, it can only barely cover some private parts; most of the skin is exposed, and you can see it clearly if you look closely.

He was wearing a pair of straw sandals, the workmanship of which was even worse than that of a Chinese student studying handicrafts; they were very simple.

Undoubtedly native, this was the first indigenous person they had encountered in all their time in the Amazon.

Do you speak English?

Ye Feng tried to communicate with her in English.

But the woman only blinked her big eyes twice and did not respond.

"Oh dear... is there a language barrier? This is going to be troublesome..."