"Hahaha!...."
A burst of laughter, even louder than their surprised exclamations, suddenly erupted.
Liu Sisi and the others couldn't hold it in any longer and sat down on the ground, bursting into laughter and even pounding the ground...
Ye Feng glared at the group, but they didn't stop laughing; instead, they laughed even louder.
"Hahaha... Sorry, Brother Feng... It's just too funny, hahaha..."
"Going back to work right after New Year's Eve... haha... how did you come up with that phrase?"
"Brother Feng, why don't you go back to China and become a charlatan? You don't seem like you're acting at all..."
......
Ye Feng gritted his teeth and glared at the group. He was sweating profusely from worrying about everyone's safety, and they were still mocking him.
"Stop fucking laughing! Shut up, all of you!"
Seeing that Ye Feng was angry, everyone slowly stopped laughing and began to wipe away the tears that had welled up in their eyes from laughing too much.
Turning around, they saw the natives looking at them with a mixture of confusion and anger.
To avoid giving himself away, Ye Feng immediately switched back to his charlatan mode and spoke to Salla in English:
"Oh... uh... Salra, in our divine realm, laughter is a blessing to one's people."
Uh...it means to be happy and joyful forever.
"Oh~" Salla nodded in sudden realization.
After the explanation, the natives didn't pay much attention. Now... they completely believed in Ye Feng's identity, and had no doubt about it.
At this moment, Zhan Pengwu also woke up from his coma, perhaps awakened by the laughter of the crowd.
As soon as he stood up, he shook his head and immediately prepared to grab the spiked club.
"These bastards dared to drug me!"
"It's alright now," Tang Weiwei said, stopping him.
Once he regained consciousness, Zhan Pengwu looked around blankly, his gaze settling on the few indigenous women, including Bu Da and Buyi.
"Huh? Who are they?"
Tang Weiwei then briefly explained to him everything that had happened.
Zhan Pengwu scratched the back of his head sheepishly, his eyes filled with apology as he looked at Ye Feng.
He felt very ashamed that he had messed up the mission and almost caused Brother Dawei to die while saving him.
"Sorry, buddy, I got ambushed again... but I didn't expect those local bastards to have sleeping pills on them?"
Ye Feng didn't reply, but slowly walked to his side, grabbed some powder that was still on his arm, and sniffed it hard.
As soon as the powder entered his nose, he immediately felt his brain become heavy, and his vision went black...
Qi Xiaoyan and Zhan Pengfei, who were standing nearby, quickly helped him up.
Ye Feng pinched his philtrum and rubbed his temples for a while before the pain gradually subsided.
"Is this stuff really that strong?" Tang Weiwei said, wanting to go over and smell it, but Ye Feng immediately stopped her.
"Don't smell it! I smell chemicals in it."
Liu Sisi asked curiously, "Is the Shuar tribe so advanced? They even use chemicals?"
"I don't know." Ye Feng shook his head, sniffing the air as he savored the smell.
"I can't be sure what this stuff is, but it has a strong smell of ether and sevoflurane."
These are all chemical elements that can cause unconsciousness if inhaled.
I reckon the Shuar tribe must have had contact with the outside world; otherwise, they would never have been able to develop something like this, even if they died.”
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Salla and the other natives with concern.
Today they have witnessed the fighting prowess of the Shuar tribe and the various modern weapons they carry.
Although these things may not seem like much to modern people, if used to deal with the other tribes in this jungle, they would be more than capable of crushing them.
Not to mention the extremely feudal and backward women of the Baijia tribe.
“Brother Feng, if the other side really has modern people helping them, Salla and her tribe may not be able to survive.”
"We'll have to leave here eventually. Even if we help them now, they won't be able to fight off the Shuar natives with their modern tools once we're gone."
Liu Sisi's words made Ye Feng fall into deep thought...
Initially, he only intended to use Salra and Lia, and the Byja tribe behind them, to help him win the game.
But Ye Feng is not an ungrateful person. Without the help of Lia and Salla, he wouldn't have made it this far, and his teammates wouldn't all be alive and well.
He wanted to help this backward ethnic group before returning home, but now things seem to have become very complicated.
After a long while, he said to Salla:
"Let's go back to your tribe first."
"Thank you, sir!"
Salla bowed respectfully again, his face beaming with excitement.
Besides finally being able to go home, their Allah was finally about to enter the tribe, which meant that the Baija tribe was saved.
Led by Buyi and Buta, the group resumed their journey.
Ye Feng actually wants to find a safe place to prepare properly.
This battle used up all his arrows, but fortunately he had a backup plan.
He still kept most of the knives he had taken from the pursuers he had eliminated before, as well as the knives he had stolen from the natives he had killed when he was saving Liya.
Of course, Ye Feng had originally planned to discard it, but he was fortunate to have Salla and Lia as his help.
They felt this was a waste, since the Baijia tribe lacked everything, even their melee weapons were wooden spears, and metal items were very rare to them.
So they had been carrying the knives all along. Ye Feng, seeing that it wouldn't affect their journey, didn't bother with them.
Now, these things can come in handy; after being melted down, they can be used to make more arrows.
Along the way, Ye Feng learned about the current situation of the Baijia tribe from Bu Da.
In fact, a year ago, after Salla and her five companions were arrested while they were out, they realized the danger.
Their years of experience fighting other races taught them that they were no match for other races in terms of numbers or weaponry.
Therefore, their high priest immediately ordered the entire tribe to migrate.
However, during this long process, many members of the tribe died in the wild, at the hands of other tribes.
Their tribe now has fewer than 100 people left.
Of these, only about 50 were female warriors in their prime capable of fighting...
The key issue is that, due to the presence of enemies on all sides, their living space has been repeatedly compressed.
To reduce further population loss, they now avoid going too far when hunting.
Even though they had temporarily escaped the pursuit of other tribes, these 50 people still had to work hard every day to provide food for 100 people.
Sometimes, when they couldn't hunt enough prey, the tribesmen had to eat plants and wild vegetables, and their situation was very miserable.
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