Salra had said that Lia didn't speak English, so Ye Feng didn't bother to say anything more and simply helped her up.
The woman in front of him looked very disheveled, her shoulder-length, messy, greasy short hair was stained with dried blood in clumps.
His body was covered with scrapes and abrasions of varying sizes, about a dozen in total. Fortunately, the wounds had all scabbed over and there seemed to be no signs of infection.
Her skin was slightly lighter than Salla's, and her sausage lips and large eyes seemed to be standard features of the Baija tribe.
Her skin was rough, her features weren't particularly pretty, and her appearance was only average.
The grass clothes and skirts they wore were tattered and worn, making them almost indistinguishable from being naked.
"This is outrageous! You're still alive? Are you just lucky or have a strong constitution?"
Ye Feng couldn't help but marvel that someone bitten by a poisonous snake could recover simply by sleeping.
This is even more exaggerated. According to Salla's description, the cliff was at least thirty or forty meters high.
The woman fell down and only suffered such a minor injury.
Could it be that the Baija tribe is truly protected by Allah?
"Perhaps it's a combination of both."
Qi Xiaoyan straightened Liya's tattered straw clothes, and couldn't help but frown when she saw the wounds all over her body.
"Brother Feng, she has too many wounds, she might get infected."
Having gone through so much trouble to save her, Ye Feng naturally wouldn't let her die like that.
Upon hearing this, Ye Feng took out a first-aid kit and threw it to Qi Xiaoyan.
"Disinfect her, and use it sparingly. Sisi, go find some clothes for her to wear."
The others cleaned up the scene, and while they were at it, they fished the remaining venison out of the pot—good stuff shouldn't go to waste.
Fu Changxiong pinched his nose, looking quite disgusted...
"Bro, are you sure that stuff is still edible? Look at all these people, they're pooping everywhere."
It would have been better if he hadn't said anything, because as soon as he did, a pungent stench seemed to immediately fill his nostrils.
He then realized that there was excrement all around him...
Ye Feng quickly took out a gas mask and put it on his head, which blocked out the stench.
"It's alright. The laxative dissolves in the water and adheres to the meat. You'll only have a bowel movement after eating it."
You just need to rinse with more water to dilute the laxative.
There's a stream over there; you can wash in it a few more times, it'll be fine."
"oh!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Changxiong and Qi Xiaojie began to scoop out the meat.
At that moment, Zhan Pengwu and Salla also appeared in the forest.
Salla carried a spiked club and a bow and arrows, while Zhan Pengwu carried someone on his right shoulder and held someone else in his left arm.
The two men had their eyes closed, their faces were bruised and swollen, and there was a lot of wet blood on their bodies, clearly indicating that they had been beaten quite a bit.
“Salara!”
Qi Xiaoyan was still treating her wounds when, in her excitement, Liya jumped up and ran forward to hug Salla.
The two women, their eyes brimming with tears, cried together like long-lost sisters.
Then came a long, incoherent conversation that Ye Feng and the others couldn't understand, so they had no choice but to walk over to Zhan Pengwu.
When they got closer, Zhan Pengwu threw the two of them to the ground.
He didn't know why Ye Feng was suddenly wearing a gas mask. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly pinched his nose.
"Ugh... what's that smell here? It stinks so bad!"
"How can it not stink when there's shit everywhere?"
Ye Feng kicked the two locals on the ground, but they didn't react at all. He immediately frowned and looked at Zhan Pengwu.
"Monk, you didn't kill him, did you? I want him alive! And...where's that thing?"
Zhan Pengwu smiled calmly...
"I didn't hit them hard; they were just knocked unconscious. The stuff is here..."
As he spoke, he took out a short knife from his waist and kicked the bearded man at his feet.
"This knife was found on him; he even tried to ambush me..."
Ye Feng took it and examined it closely, discovering that it was actually a switchblade, about 25 centimeters long.
The silver, streamlined blade subtly emits a dark light. The blade is sharp and pointed, without any nicks or nicks, and the back is serrated.
Ye Feng picked up a small twig from the ground and with a light stroke of his knife, the twig was split in two.
A fine knife... an absolutely fine knife.
This is the main reason why he wanted to capture the two men alive.
When Ye Feng was observing them earlier, he noticed that the knife used by the locals was different.
The facts are clear. These high-end steel spring knives are extremely rare, not only in small shops outside Amazon stores, but also in ordinary shops in China.
So here's the question: where did these two natives, who were only half modern people, get them from?
"Wake them up!"
Zhan Pengwu nodded, put on a gas mask, and then began slapping the two natives across the face.
But perhaps he had hit them too hard earlier, because no matter how much they slapped them, they couldn't wake them up.
"Get up!"
"Smack!"
Another slap landed, and the bearded man's mouth twitched, but he kept his eyes closed.
This scene almost made Ye Feng burst out laughing...
Sure enough, primitive people are primitive people; they actually tried to escape by pretending to be unconscious.
This naive stupidity is quite fitting for their identity.
"Alright, alright, let me do it."
Ye Feng raised his hand to stop Zhan Pengwu.
He then took out the skull bowl from his bag and walked over to the iron pot.
The fire was still burning, and the venison soup was bubbling and churning.
A sinister smile immediately crept onto his lips as he scooped up a bowl of meat soup…
He turned around, walked up to the two natives, and casually sprinkled the water on their heads.
The scalding hot broth instantly produced a burst of steam upon contact with the head.
Immediately following was a scream similar to Tom's...
"ah!!!!"
The two natives immediately sprang into action, jumping three feet high, slapping their heads repeatedly with both hands, their bodies burning from the heat, flailing their arms and legs, and screaming continuously…
After struggling for a while, once the pain subsided slightly, Zhan Pengwu and Tang Weiwei kicked the two men to the ground again.
Ye Feng looked at the two of them with a grin and said in English:
"What? Not pretending to be unconscious anymore?"
The two glanced at Ye Feng, then scanned the others.
They discovered that they had never seen these people's faces and skin colors before.
However, they were at least somewhat educated and knew that these were people of Asian descent, from the other side of the world.
The two immediately knelt before Ye Feng, kowtowing and begging for mercy with tears streaming down their faces and their voices trembling.
"Big brother, no! Big brother, please let us go, it hurts so much!"
"What did we do to offend you? Why did you suddenly attack us?"
Ye Feng didn't speak immediately, because he didn't know how to answer either.
Yes, they had no grudges against each other; I was just trying to save people.
The two people's English pronunciation was passable, indicating they had clearly read quite a few books.
He slowly crouched down, holding the switchblade in front of the two men…
"Tell me! Where did you get this knife? If you dare to tell a single lie, I'll throw you all into a pot and boil you alive!"
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