"puff!"

Before Muhankao could finish speaking, Salla plunged a knife into his neck.

He didn't even have time to scream before he died.

Leah was even more ruthless, stabbing Gibton's face again and again while constantly calling out Wendigo, Wendigo!

Gibton screamed repeatedly as several holes were quickly poked into his face.

But he did not die immediately; his pain intensified. Blood smeared his entire black face.

"ah!!!"

Lia stabbed again, this time piercing his eyeball.

The screams carried further and further, even startling birds in the forest dozens of meters away.

Lia ignored all of that and continued to grab the other person's hair and poke and poke at them.

After more than a dozen cuts, Gibton's body gradually stopped twitching.

His face was covered in holes.

Kelia didn't seem to want to stop, which showed just how much resentment she harbored towards the Shuar tribe.

"Enough!"

After Ye Feng shouted, Zhan Pengwu grabbed Liya's hand and easily took the dagger away.

Ye Feng glanced at the sky; the sun was gradually setting, and the light was dimmer than it had been half an hour ago.

"Quickly gather supplies, take everything useful, I'm going to find a camp ahead!"

7 p.m.

With the efforts of nine people, the treehouse platform was finally completed.

With the addition of one more person, the platform is no longer a rectangle or square, but a five-pointed star.

It can barely accommodate 10 people to rest.

Ye Feng acquired quite a few spoils from this battle, but apart from the somewhat rare switchblade, he didn't care for any of the others.

The indigenous people's equipment was really terrible; they were still using a wood-chopping knife even though it was worn dull.

He initially thought he would just throw them away, but Salla treasured them and couldn't bear to part with a single piece.

Ye Feng had no choice but to give it all to her.

After treating Liya's wounds, they dressed her in a new set of clothes.

Of course, this was still taken from a dead person.

Although it didn't fit perfectly, after Liu Sisi's modifications, it could at least cover most of the exposed skin and prevent wound infection.

Lia, who had never worn modern clothes and shoes before, was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling and started jumping around.

A childlike innocence appeared on his face, a stark contrast to his demeanor when he committed the murder.

His happy smile was the same reaction as Salla's earlier one.

You wouldn't guess she's 17 and a mother.

"Wow, the bodies of primitive people are really different from ours."

Fu Changxiong looked at Liya with admiration...

"When we were ambushed by Kodiaz, we bled so much and almost died."

This little girl fell off a cliff, and despite having so many wounds, she can still jump and bounce around. Tsk tsk tsk… what did she eat to grow up like that?!

Liu Sisi chimed in jokingly:

"Brother Xiong, she only has minor scrapes and bruises; the wounds aren't as deep as yours last time."

You should ask... how she got so lucky, only suffering such minor injuries after falling off a cliff.

As they were talking, Liya, who had been gesturing wildly, suddenly stopped and knelt down in front of Ye Feng…

She was like a charlatan, muttering to herself while bowing in prayer…

While collecting the timber, Salla had already told her everything that had happened in the past two days, as well as the identities of Ye Feng and the others.

Of course, the dialogue between Salla and Lia is described as follows...

“Lia, this man says he is the messenger of Allah, but I think he is Allah descended to earth, using the alias Ye Feng, and came specifically to help our Baijia tribe.”

"Really!? Are you sure?"

"Of course! I can swear on my identity as a member of the Baija tribe."

Think about it, you didn't die after falling off a cliff. I used to sleep for at least a day after being bitten by a snake, but he only let me sleep for a short while.

"He's definitely using his divine power to help us, there's no doubt about it."

"Oh~"

Lia nodded in sudden realization, but then seemed to remember something else.

“But… he looks like a man. The high priest said that all men are evil.”

Salla immediately retorted…

"No! Those Wendigos are the real men. Look at Lord Ye Feng's skin, appearance, hair, and all those divine artifacts and his ability to create delicious food. How do they look like men?"

The first time I met him, I had attacked other adults, but he didn't blame me and even used his divine power to heal me. He also said he would help me find my people.

Such selfless people are completely different from the Wendigo men who knock us unconscious and make us bear their children.

He was so kind, even more approachable than the High Priest. What else could he be but our Creator God, Allah?

"Well……"

Lia hesitated, clearly still somewhat incredulous.

After all, she had never seen Allah, only heard the high priest speak of Him.

They say Allah has the power to create everything and is the direct god of the Baikal people.

All members of the Baikal people should pray to Allah daily in order to receive His protection.

Seeing that Lia hesitated, Salra immediately slapped her, glaring at her with her eyebrows raised, as if she were even angrier than when she saw Wendigo.

"I'm telling you! You are not allowed to disrespect Allah! Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"

If you don't believe me, look at this armor I'm wearing; it was all given to me by my master.

They are incredibly comfortable to wear, a feeling I've never experienced before, much better than our armor.

Since I started wearing it, those bugs haven't dared to bite me anymore.

As she spoke, she pointed to the dirty and obviously ill-fitting clothes she was wearing.

The Baija people have always worn clothes and trousers woven from wild grasses and plants, which they call armor.

Because she had always kept most of her skin exposed, Salla felt a sense of divine power when she put on this high-quality modern cotton clothing.

As for it not fitting properly, it's definitely because I can't bear the weight of it.

The insects dared not bite simply because that area of ​​skin was covered by clothing, which naturally blocked the insects from biting.

However, Salla was so engrossed in the role that she subconsciously ignored all the reasons why Ye Feng was not Allah.

She attributed all the different and comfortable sensations she felt to Ye Feng.

After all, only God can save the Baijia tribe from their current predicament. These feudal and extremely backward primitive people always like to use faith to deceive themselves and brainwash themselves.

Liya quickly touched it and found that the dry and comfortable texture was indeed a million times finer than that of animal hides.

"Wow! ...What kind of leather is this made of? It feels so comfortable."

"Don't touch it!"

Salra slapped her hand away and then carefully wiped the spot where Lia had touched her.

It seemed as if they were afraid of getting it dirty...

"If you want, then from now on, call Allah, oh no! He doesn't like us calling his divine name."

From now on, you must show great respect to Lord Ye Feng and be even more devout in your worship; perhaps he will bestow something upon you in return.

"Mmm!"

Salla was older than Lia, and under her brainwashing, Lia quickly succumbed.

They firmly believed in Ye Feng's identity as Allah...

"Here it comes again..."

Watching Liya keep kowtowing, Ye Feng rolled his eyes in annoyance. He really hated it when people expressed their gratitude in this way.