When asked again, the female indigenous woman stopped talking, clearly indicating that she had many things she didn't want to discuss.
But I can't force her to talk about it now, and besides, it's the middle of the night, and she's a woman after all, so there are bound to be some taboos.
I stopped talking, turned around and sat back down by my campfire, but my mind was in complete turmoil.
What stone did these people, known as devils, come to this place for? And why did they massacre these indigenous people?
But what exactly is this "god" that Mu Cuo is talking about?
I can't figure it out, and I don't know where to even begin to think about it.
I waited until Wang Ping and the others came to take over my shift before I went back down the mountain and got a good night's sleep. The next day, as soon as it was light, I went down the mountain and saw Wang Ping and the others busy at the beach.
The female indigenous woman remained seated against the rock, lost in thought.
Thinking about what she told me yesterday, I still feel uncertain.
However, it was clear that although she could understand Mandarin, there were still some communication problems because of her heavy accent, and I had to analyze what she said.
I followed Wang Ping and the others to collect some dried fish, dried them, and also collected some fresh water.
The local woman ate something at noon, and in the afternoon she began to feel restless.
She must really want to go back to her tribe, since everyone here treats her as an outsider.
And to be honest, I feel very uneasy about her staying here.
Chen Jian came to see me that evening and saw that I still looked rather unwell.
"Brother Sihai, are you really going to keep this female native here forever? Didn't you say before that they live on this deserted island year-round? Even if there's danger, they should be able to protect themselves, right? What's the point of keeping her here?"
I looked at Chen Jian and tried to explain to him in a gentle tone.
“Although this deserted island is familiar to them, don’t forget those people who roamed the woods with guns that night. They might still be there. She’s all alone, without the protection of her people. If you ask her to leave now, she’ll be sending herself to her death. Anyway, we’ve already brought her back, so let her stay here. I’m sure she’ll leave after a while when things get a bit more peaceful.”
Chen Jian was sulking, clearly very unhappy. Just then, Bai Wei came over and rolled his eyes at Chen Jian.
"Hey Chen Jian, you're being too petty. She's just a woman. Even if her skin is a bit dark, she's still a woman. You're acting like a sissy, a grown man like that!"
Chen Jian then focused all his attention on Bai Wei, and the two of them walked away while arguing, finally giving me some peace and quiet.
For the next four or five days, this female native stayed in our camp.
She doesn't speak and rarely moves. She'll accept food if offered, but she'll never take food if not offered.
But her eyes always looked very melancholy.
Sometimes she looks at the sea, sometimes she looks at the woods, and it's unclear what she's thinking.
That night, we went to the freshwater bank again and caught some fish to stew. While chopping firewood, one of my male colleagues accidentally lost his grip on the axe and it slipped from his hand. As a result, another male colleague standing next to him was in trouble. The axe struck his foot directly, and his foot was covered in blood. Everyone was terrified.
Wang Ping immediately rushed to find the ice-melting stones. When Wang Ping brought the ice-melting stones over, the female native, who hadn't reacted at all, suddenly widened her eyes, rushed in front of us, and reached out to snatch the stones.
Seeing the female native's reaction, Chen Jian immediately snorted coldly and then roughly dragged her aside.
"If you were someone who could read the room, you would know that we don't welcome you here at all. Why do you still want to meddle in our affairs?"
Chen Jian's words were rather impolite, and Xiao Qiang, who was standing to the side, also looked rather unpleasant after hearing them.
"Chen Jian, why have you been in such a bad mood lately? She's just a woman, and she's all alone now, which is quite pitiful. Why are you always targeting her?"
After hearing Xiao Qiang's words, Chen Jian looked up, about to retort, but I quickly glared at him, and he fell silent, turning around angrily and heading up the mountain.
The local woman persisted, trying to take the stone.
Seeing her overreaction, I suddenly wondered if she recognized the stone? Or perhaps there was something strange about it?
But my male colleague was bleeding profusely and had no time to think about anything else, so I quickly placed the molten stone at his feet.
The wounds and bloodstains on his feet were gradually absorbed by the alumina stone, and in the end, they were completely healed.
The male colleague who had just lost his axe breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but exclaim, "This stone is really a valuable thing; otherwise, we would have been in real trouble."
Wang Ping chimed in, "Yes, if we hadn't discovered this back then, we would be in real danger if we were injured now, especially without the herbs."
When the female native saw that we had used the ice-dissolving stone to heal her wound, her expression suddenly turned pale.
She abruptly took several steps back, seemingly wanting to get away from the rock.
Seeing her actions, I became even more puzzled. Could it be that this female native really knew the origin of this stone?
I remember Xiao He once said that this Xiaoling Stone was a meteorite that flew from outer space, which is why it has such effects.
During this time, we became increasingly reliant on this effect, since it's inevitable to get injured while living on such a deserted island, and without herbs, injuries are even more difficult to heal.
However, with this ice-dissolving stone, the effects of these herbs are obviously no longer important.
Wang Ping saw that his male colleague's injuries had healed and carefully put the stone away, but the female tribeswoman still looked terrified.
I thought about it for a moment, and then walked towards her. I took her to the beach, and the salty sea breeze on my face made me feel much more relaxed.
I asked Mu Cuo in a low voice, "Do you recognize this stone?"
After hearing what I said, the female native turned to look at me with a sudden realization, her eyes revealing a somewhat indescribable feeling.
After a long pause, she nodded slightly, seemingly considering how to say it.
I didn't urge her, I just stood quietly beside her and waited.
After calming down for a while, the female indigenous woman looked at me and said softly, "That stone is an ominous sign."
He spoke very clearly, word by word, as if afraid I wouldn't understand.
I looked at her, still unable to process what she was saying. Why would a stone with such magical effects be considered unlucky?
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