Unexpectedly, Salla shook his head repeatedly.
“If it were truly my people going out, they would definitely leave totems along the way.”
Firstly, to prevent getting lost, and secondly, to make it easier for other members of the tribe to find their way.
I searched all the way here, but I couldn't find any trace of the totem.
Upon hearing this, Ye Feng's smile froze.
I thought I had found a powerful backer, and the rest of the journey would be much easier.
It turned out to be a false alarm.
"Oh, sir!"
Salla suddenly widened her eyes and raised her voice.
"I remember now! I've seen these footprints before!"
"Where!?"
Salra's expression instantly turned extremely serious, his jaw clenched, and his eyes revealed a clear murderous intent.
"Shuar tribe".
It turns out that the Shuar people became one of the largest tribes in the Amazon because they were influenced by the cultures of the outside world.
Many of them still live in the jungle, but are half-modern people.
There is no shortage of food in the jungle, but clothing and some modern necessities cannot be produced.
Therefore, after hundreds of years of cultural accumulation, coupled with the fact that some Shuar people have lived on the outskirts of the jungle for many years, the area has become a natural habitat for the Shuar people.
Many people have learned English and some modern ways of thinking.
Some people have even opened shops and convenience stores on the outskirts of Amazon.
This allowed this tribal people to rule and dominate the Amazon, plundering land resources at will.
Many other indigenous peoples, unable to withstand the fighting, were driven deep into the Amazon.
This includes the Baija tribe, to which Salla belongs.
According to Salla, she has lost count of how many times the tribe's camp has moved since she was a child.
When Salla was previously imprisoned in a tribe of the Shura people.
The man she married often wore a pair of high-top black boots.
Not only that, when Salla escaped, he saw some Shuar people who were all wearing the same boots.
Presumably, this is sold uniformly in Amazon's peripheral stores.
And this shoe print was exactly the same as the ones she had seen before.
In fact, not long after Salla and several of his people escaped, they were hunted down by the Shuar tribe.
That's why some of her clansmen died or fell off cliffs.
However, the Shuar people remain indigenous, with only a small portion having received modern education.
The tribes here often fight and even engage in bloody battles.
But if any member of the same clan has any problems, members of the clan scattered in other places will also come to help, contributing manpower and resources, and uniting against external threats.
Of course, these were the information that Ye Feng personally understood through Salla's explanation.
In Salra's eyes, the so-called Shuar people who had been influenced by modern civilization were nothing more than people who had been given power by demons.
That was an evil force. Their Baija tribe's god had never appeared, which was why they were being bullied so badly by other tribes.
This is why Salla is so respectful to Ye Feng.
Because she believed that Ye Feng was the incarnation of Allah, the god of the Baijia tribe, who had come to save them.
Upon hearing this, Ye Feng suddenly understood.
While lamenting the feudalism and ignorance of the Baijia tribe, all the questions that had been troubling my mind were suddenly resolved.
"No wonder! I was wondering why there were footprints. It turns out that the modern people of the Shuar tribe and the original indigenous people were traveling together."
Liu Sisi asked:
"Could they be here to capture Salla?"
"Um."
Ye Feng threw away the leaf in his hand and nodded.
"That's possible, but let's go check it out first, just in case we're wrong."
After saying that, everyone followed the footprints and searched all the way there.
If the other person had been wearing shoes, it might have been hard to find them. After all, it wasn't raining today.
But if you go barefoot, you can still get mud on your feet even if there's no wet mud.
Stepping on the leaves will leave a string of conspicuous footprints.
After searching for more than ten minutes, Ye Feng discovered that the majority of the people were barefoot.
Based on the size and number of these footprints, he estimated that the other side had no fewer than 15 people.
He was now almost certain that the other side was a group of indigenous people, without a doubt.
Soon, as the group passed a downhill slope, Qi Xiaojie suddenly picked up a leaf from the ground and stammered:
"Feng...Brother Feng, look...there's...there's blood!"
Ye Feng took a look and saw that there were indeed two drops of dried blood on the leaf.
He took a closer sniff; it smelled of rust, and was undoubtedly human blood.
Could it be... that someone is injured?
"Keep moving, be aware of your surroundings, and keep quiet."
Seven people were responsible for observing the surroundings, while the remaining three kept an eye on the road, looking for traces.
They hadn't gone far when they saw more and more leaves stained with blood on the ground.
After walking for another ten minutes or so, the two monkeys perched on Ye Feng's shoulders suddenly began barking in the distance.
"Ooh ooh ooh!"
Ye Feng quickly covered the mouths of the two monkeys and stuffed them into his backpack to prevent them from being exposed.
This place is a downhill slope with a relatively low angle, and there are quite a few root plants, which is conducive to ambushes.
The group had barely gone down the slope when Liu Sisi heard faint, yet somewhat chaotic, human conversations.
She couldn't hear what the other person was saying, but one thing was certain: it was definitely not a Native American language, but a completely new language.
So she whispered a reminder to Ye Feng…
"Brother Feng, there are people down there, a lot of people, they are definitely Tujia."
"Um."
Ye Feng nodded, and the group quickly made their way to the center of the slope.
Sure enough, at the bottom of the hillside, ten old black men sat on the ground around a burning fire.
There was a small black pot sitting on the fire.
These people were dressed in light clothing, such as aprons and clothes woven from some kind of dried plant.
Their skin was dark and rough, and they had a white "?" drawn under their eyelids, which must be a characteristic of their ethnic group.
There were also 12 other people working nearby, seemingly preparing to spend the night there.
Seven of them had bows hanging around their necks, though they weren't exactly fine bows...
However, judging from the bowstring and the bow itself, one can still see many traces of modern craftsmanship.
It is definitely much more powerful than a homemade wooden bow.
Ye Feng couldn't help but sigh inwardly, such a long-range weapon was enough to dominate this land.
No wonder Salra was so excited when she got the composite bow, saying she wouldn't be afraid of those demons anymore.
With their outdated weapons, it would be a miracle if the Baijia tribe could win.
There was a small mountain spring next to their camp, where several people were fetching water, and the sound of chopping things could be heard from time to time.
It looks like they're processing some kind of food.
Among these people, the two sitting in the very middle of the fire were the most eye-catching.
They were all wearing camouflage short-sleeved shirts, black trousers, and black high-top boots, with white "?" painted under their eyes.
You can tell at a glance that they belong to the same tribe.
A group of people were chatting and laughing, but it was unclear what they were talking about.
"Hey hey hey... Brother Feng, look at their three o'clock position."
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