“Yes, Salra.” Tatis walked into the shed where the statue was placed and bowed to it with satisfaction.
"It's quite different from your heroic demeanor, but you're already very impressive for being able to make something like this out of mud."
"Hehe." Salra rubbed the mud off his hands and chuckled sheepishly.
"I hope the master won't blame me next time he comes; I've only learned a little of his skills."
Now all that's missing is the yellow juice, so it can match an adult's skin tone.
Tatis gently tapped her head with his scepter, offering her comforting words...
"How could that be? With Lord Ye Feng's calm temperament, he would definitely be very happy."
However, I've always had a question...
You said... Our Lord is clearly our Allah, but he has a completely different skin color and appearance, and he doesn't speak the same language as us.
Salra, you've spent the most time with the adults, have you asked this question before?
Salra tilted his head back, scratched his face with his muddy hands, and looked as if he were reminiscing.
Thinking about it carefully, I realize I did ask that question.
"The master told me... but the one who answered was Master Sisi."
She said that Lord Ye Feng created many people, so it's normal that they don't look like us.
As for language... since you are a god, the language you speak is naturally divine, something like...."
At this point, Salla began to recall carefully again, and after a while, her gaze suddenly shifted...
"Oh! I remember now! The divine language is called Mandarin, also known as Chinese!"
The realm of gods is called Huaguo, and there are many, many weapons and tools there that we've never seen before.
Tatis's eyes were filled with anticipation and longing. He clasped his hands together and stared intently at Ye Feng's statue with a devout expression.
"My lord... I really hope that we can go to the realm of gods after we die."
"High Priest! High Priest!"
At this moment, Bu Yi hurriedly ran out of a mud hut, came to Tatis, pointed at the hut, and said...
"Lillian said she had stomach pains, like she was going into labor."
"What!?" Tatis frowned. She kept records of every pregnant member of her tribe, and the delivery dates were also recorded.
She's about to give birth now, and is clearly premature, which is not a good thing.
Although they were primitive people, they knew that babies born prematurely were generally weaker...
It would be difficult for them to withstand the brutal training process for soldiers later on; in the past, babies like this usually died.
However, this is a big deal, so we still need to go and take a look.
Upon arriving at the house, they found that Krati was already helping the pregnant woman give birth. The tribespeople stood in a circle around Lillian, chanting blessing spells.
Tatis walked to the pregnant woman's side, touched Lillian's forehead with his scepter, and then began to chant a spell with his eyes closed.
This is their unique way of praying for blessings, partly to welcome the arrival of new members, and partly to seek divine protection for the people who are giving birth.
Their delivery methods were primitive and brutal, involving only chanting incantations and encouragement...
Kratti reached out and stroked Lillian's belly, whether to massage it or to help her was unclear.
There was no hot water, no professional knowledge, and no delivery techniques.
All that could be heard was the muttering of incantations around her and the dirty blanket under the pregnant woman's bottom.
The moment the baby's head emerged, Clati tried to gently tug at it with her hands, attempting to speed up the delivery and pull the baby out.
This action caused Lillian to scream in pain again.
Every step they took in delivering babies exemplified the word "ignorance."
If Ye Feng saw this scene, he would probably faint from anger. This delivery method simply violates medicine and biology. The fact that this tribe still has 100 people shows that their vitality is indeed very strong.
However unprofessional they may be, this is how they have been doing it for hundreds of years.
Fortunately, they were physically strong, and within 20 minutes, the baby's cries began to fill the room.
This premature baby was delivered smoothly, and both mother and daughter are safe and sound.
A joyful exclamation immediately erupted from inside the house. Tatis happily took the baby girl and held her high above his head.
"Thanks Allah! Thanks be to God! He has given our people another great warrior!"
"Thank you, Allah!..."
The crowd, as if performing a shamanistic ritual, raised their hands in gratitude to the non-existent God Allah.
Today is a joyous day. Every time a pregnant woman gives birth, the Baija tribe holds a celebration ceremony to thank the gods.
They quickly washed the baby's body, then started a bonfire in the open space to prepare a feast.
The weakened Lillian also received no rest; their tribal rules did not include the custom of postpartum confinement. Several tribespeople began to dress her up...
They applied the brightest paint and wore their most beautiful clothes and headdresses.
Today, Lillian is the brightest star in the entire Baija tribe, because she has added a brave warrior to the tribe.
A group of people gathered around the campfire, singing and dancing, and the whole tribe was filled with joy and excitement.
However, while they were celebrating enthusiastically, celebrations were also taking place on the outskirts of the jungle.
However, those celebrating were not members of the Baija tribe...
Deep in the jungle, more than 50 meters away from the outer sentry post, hundreds of eyes were hidden in the grass, vegetation, trees, and other plants that could conceal their figures, keeping a close watch on the sentry post ahead.
Most of them were dressed in modern clothing and carried all sorts of modern tools and weapons.
The only thing that remained unchanged was the two white, curved tooth ornaments extending from their nostrils to their cheeks...
It looks like it's worn on, but it's actually inserted horizontally between the two nostrils.
This thing is called a pig tooth nose ring, and as the name suggests, it is made from pig teeth.
It is the highest honor for every cannibal male, and has a similar meaning to the eagle feather crest of the Baija tribe.
From a distance, they look like they have two curly white beards, but this represents their honor and courage.
The more and longer the nose rings, the higher the status and the more distinguished the warriors were within the clan.
At this moment, the middle-aged man with the largest nose ring was lying in the grass, holding a monocular telescope, carefully observing the outer sentry posts.
His entire face was covered in red greasepaint, which blended with his dark brown skin, making his complexion appear even darker.
His bald head was shaved until it shone, but there was a small braid on the top of his head.
Some trends, however, make heads appear pointed.
The large, incongruous white nose ring adds a strong sense of dissonance to his adornments, yet also creates a mysterious and eerie atmosphere.
This man's name was Chamuji, and he was the highest-ranking official of the cannibal tribe besides the priests and chiefs.
“These wretches, they really found a good spot, but I still managed to find it.” Chamuji spoke in Pirahã with an accent.
He handed the binoculars to his deputy beside him... "Yak, take a look and see who's in that guard post?"
The young man named Yak had a trendy mushroom haircut; it was unclear whether he had actually studied hairstyles or had just gotten it done randomly.
He took the binoculars and looked inside; a sinister smirk immediately appeared on his lips.
"Excellent! I didn't expect that damned woman, Buta, would be standing guard here. It seems this is indeed the Baijia tribe!"
"Damn it, after searching for over two months, we finally caught these bitches!"
His tone was very excited, and as he said, they had been searching in this jungle for more than two months in search of these women.
In the Amazon, the Baija women are known for their stunning beauty, but the tribe is considered backward, with low fighting capacity, lacking weapons and tools, making them easy prey.
Whether captured to be wives to continue the family line or to be sold, they are a valuable asset.
I ask you... who could resist such temptation?
That's why the Baijia tribe has been constantly hunted by many tribes, and its population has decreased instead of increased.
Like the Shuar people, many cannibals have migrated to the outskirts of the jungle over the years.
Having experienced modern civilization, they also know about money as a form of currency.
So their mission wasn't just to capture people, but also to collect valuable plants, animal pelts, or herbs in this hinterland to exchange for money.
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