Ye Feng rubbed his head, somewhat disappointed.

If a primitive tribe were willing to help me at this point, I would likely be able to complete the game without taking any damage.

They have lived here for hundreds of years, and their knowledge of the terrain, the creatures, and the weather far surpasses that of others.

It can be said that it has completely integrated itself into the jungle.

Unfortunately, the language barrier is too troublesome. If neither side can understand what the other is saying, how can they communicate their intentions?

Just then, Liu Sisi behind me suddenly spoke…

“Brother Feng, it seems like she’s speaking an Indian language.”

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, smiled, and turned to look at Liu Sisi…

How do you know? Will you tell me?

Liu Sisi shook her head awkwardly…

“I went to university in Merrick, and one of my classmates was an Indian.”

I've heard him speak a Native American language; it sounds a lot like this, but I don't speak it.

Ye Feng's smile vanished instantly, and he looked down at the woman's calves.

The blood was still slowly flowing, and he was somewhat curious; if it was just a superficial wound…

It's been almost ten minutes now. The blood should have clotted by now…

Moreover, the vine tightly bound above the wound doesn't seem to be any kind of decoration.

He leaned closer to examine it carefully for a while, and then he realized that the main bleeding wound was not the scratch, but two small holes.

Clearly, the woman had been bitten by a snake, and then used a vine to restrict blood circulation and deliberately cut open a wound to let the blood flow out.

However, this is ultimately ineffective; it can only prolong the time. Ordinary people will still show signs of poisoning if they do not receive antitoxin serum for treatment.

Ye Feng didn't know what kind of snake it was, but after thinking for a moment, he decided to treat her injuries.

Firstly, he thought he might as well try anything, even if it was a hopeless case, and if he could cure her, he might even gain the support of the woman's tribe.

In that case, his escape route might become much easier, no longer an 8-on-28 situation.

Secondly, he also wanted to test the effects of freshly picked moonflowers.

Ye Feng showed no mercy when it came to killing enemies, and he was willing to use any means necessary.

But he wasn't some psychologically twisted, bloodthirsty psychopath; he was just doing it out of necessity.

If you have no grudge against a native who might be useful to you in the future, you should try to save them if you can.

As Buddhism says, plant good seeds and reap good fruit.

He immediately began arranging for people to either stand guard or start a fire.

Ye Feng took out a bar of soap, mixed some soapy water, and began to clean the woman's wound.

Strangely, this time, the woman didn't react at all. Her big eyes no longer held that hostility towards him, and her vigilance had decreased significantly.

As if knowing that the other party was healing him, he stopped muttering and cooperated very well.

After cleaning the wound, Ye Feng took out a precious anti-inflammatory capsule.

After breaking it open, pour it onto the wound. This can delay the infection as much as possible and prevent severe inflammation.

As Ye Feng kept taking out all sorts of things from his bag, the woman's already bright eyes widened even more.

The expression on their faces was like that of a Korean watching a Chinese person feeding a pig a watermelon—they were filled with shock.

She didn't recognize any of these things, but one thing was certain: her body seemed much more comfortable.

Now she was certain that the man in front of her, whom she had never met before and who spoke a different color and language, was definitely trying to save her.

At that moment, she pursed her lips, looked at Ye Feng, and suddenly uttered a broken English sentence…

"Thank you... What's your name?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng, who was tending to his wounds, was suddenly startled, and the people nearby who were lighting a fire to brew medicine also immediately stopped.

Ye Feng then realized that this woman could speak English. No wonder she had suddenly become so cooperative while he was treating her wounds.

It was obvious that she had understood the conversation between Ye Feng and the others.

Ye Feng didn't bother with it and simply reached out his hand to her...

"My name is Ye Feng, and I am Chinese. It's nice to meet you."

The woman blinked, looking at Ye Feng's hand, clearly recognizing the gesture in her mind.

He then proceeded to grasp it in a seemingly serious manner, and began to speak haltingly:

“My name is Salra…I am from the Baija tribe, it’s nice to meet you.”

After listening to her self-introduction, Ye Feng frowned and silently complained to himself...

"Oh no, another stutterer who speaks English has arrived."

It's not that Salla stutters, it's just that her English pronunciation isn't very accurate. She has to think and say many words at the same time, mainly because she's afraid Ye Feng won't understand.

Ye Feng didn't care too much. As long as they could communicate normally, it was better than not knowing anything at all.

Look at Salla, she knows how to shake hands and speaks English; these are all social etiquette skills that only modern humans possess…

How did a woman from such a small, primitive tribe learn all this?

He became increasingly curious, and now he had so many questions he wanted to know…

"Who taught you English? Where are your people? Why are you here alone?"

Salra, still stammering, began to recount her tribe and origins.

As everyone brewed the medicine, they listened to her speak. The few people in the group who understood English frowned the whole time because Salla's English and her way of punctuating sentences were really terrible.

Even Zhan Pengfei, who had the worst English in the team, shook his head repeatedly as he listened.

However, after a nearly ten-minute conversation, Ye Feng, by consulting the tribal and ethnic section of the survival guide, finally managed to grasp the general meaning that Salla wanted to convey.

The Baija people are the smallest ethnic group in the entire Amazon, and their customs are the most unique and fierce.

Because this ethnic group is entirely composed of women, with no men.

However, matriarchal societies brought endless backwardness, coupled with an extreme lack of creativity in the workforce.

Even though every woman in them has to undergo wilderness survival and hunting training from a young age.

But this is a primitive society where everything is based on force. Compared to men, their fighting ability is far inferior.

This often resulted in the Baija women being routed in battles with other tribes for territory.

Despite being the indigenous people of this land, there are fewer than 1,000 Baija people in the entire Amazon region, a pitifully small number.

Their method of reproduction was to abduct men from other tribes for mating.

If given the chance, they will seize it directly or set traps to capture them.

After mating is complete and the woman becomes pregnant, the man will be released.

This sounds very tempting; it doesn't harm or abuse people, and it's very humane.

Therefore, many men in tribes would deliberately let themselves be captured by them, enjoying good food and drink and being accompanied by various women. Who wouldn't want that?

But this tribe also has an extremely cruel side…