The local man led me around in circles for several times before finally stopping at a gap in front of us.
Then he looked at me and pointed ahead.
That's when I noticed that there was a very neat wooden door in this place, with many fancy patterns on it, but I didn't know what they meant.
It must be a unique symbol of their tribe.
I nodded, then walked to the wooden door and knocked twice. Someone responded quickly, opened the door, and let me in.
Once inside, I noticed that Mu Cuo was sitting next to me, and at the table directly in front of him sat a man who was Mu Cuo's brother.
Besides these two, there were also two elderly indigenous men inside the house.
When he saw me come in, Mu Cuo's brother was the first to look up at me.
It was too dark that night, and I didn't see his face clearly. This time, I realized that Mu Cuo and his brother looked very similar, like twins.
Mu Cuo's older brother was more imposing than Mu Cuo, and he looked at me with a certain intimidation.
However, I wasn't intimidated. I nodded to Mu Cuo's brother as a greeting.
When Mu Cuo saw me arrive, he quickly came closer and whispered, "My brother just wants to ask you some questions, so don't be too nervous."
After saying that, he pulled me to a wooden table next to him.
After I sat down, I realized that the wooden table was very well made, and it was very similar to the antique-style tables in the city.
On the table were brightly colored fruits, and next to them was a plate of roasted meat. Beside the meat was a wooden cup containing something white.
Mu Cuo looked at me with a smug smile: "This is a special milk wine from our tribe, made by my mother. Try it."
I picked up the wooden cup and took a small sip. Only then did I realize that it was actually milk wine. Besides the refreshing taste of the wine, it also had a rich milky aroma.
To be honest, since arriving on this deserted island, apart from encountering some alcohol on that ghost ship, I haven't drunk any alcohol for a long time.
Although I'm not addicted to alcohol, it's a rare treat on this deserted island. It seems that the indigenous people are far more advanced than we imagined.
I never imagined that they could not only extract sugar from this place, but also make wine.
Seeing that I had taken a couple of sips, Mu Cuo's face lit up with even more joy. He turned to his brother and whispered a few words in their tribe's language.
Then Mu Cuo's brother looked at me stiffly and asked, "Where do you come from?"
His brother's Mandarin was rather awkward, and I didn't understand it at first. It was only after Mu Cuo explained it to me that I was able to understand.
I told him in detail about our experiences of being stranded on this deserted island.
After Mu Cuo translated and his brother finished listening, the expression on his face gradually relaxed from the initial tension.
Perhaps he understood that we were stranded on this deserted island not because we wanted to, but because of a disaster—a fact that we all resisted but could not change.
Mu Cuo's brother looked at me, then whispered a few words to Mu Cuo. Only then did Mu Cuo look at me and chuckle.
“My brother said you can stay here, and we’ll be friends from now on.”
I didn't expect this matter to be so simple, and that it was settled so easily.
And they actually became friends?
I looked at Mu Cuo with a puzzled expression: "So that means you won't bother us anymore?"
Mu Cuo was taken aback when he heard this, and then quickly waved his hand: "We are the ones who have never caused you trouble."
Now it was my turn to be stunned. I looked at Mu Cuo and said, "How is this possible? If it's not you, could there be other indigenous people on this deserted island?"
When Mu Cuo heard the word "indigenous people," he was taken aback at first, but then seemed to understand that it was referring to them. He then explained to me that there were two tribes on this deserted island.
Their tribe is called the Bunois tribe, which has lived on this deserted island for generations, while the other tribe is called the Utas tribe.
The Utas tribe has always wanted to invade their tribe, and conflicts between the two tribes are frequent.
On one occasion, while they were out hunting, they were ambushed by the Ertas tribe, resulting in heavy losses.
Finally, having no other choice, they set up a tribal camp underground to avoid conflict with them.
Because Mu Cuo's brother advocated peace.
However, the people of the Ertas tribe always wanted to seize it, believing that this deserted island could only be occupied by them.
Mu Cuo took a deep breath as he said this: "Amu had said before that this tribe was very barbaric and that we had to be careful. But even when we tried to avoid them, they kept coming back, which is why we came here."
“The demons we saw that day were actually connected to the Utas tribe. The reason they come here every year is for those glowing stones. The Utas tribe provides them with these stones, while the demons provide the Utas tribe with things we have never seen before. We don’t want to associate with them, so we have been bullied all along.”
After Mu Cuo finished speaking, he turned to look at me and said, "That's why we thought your arrival was the same as those devils, and that's why we disliked you so much. But since you don't like coming here, and you've ended up here, we're your friends. My brother said he wouldn't hurt you."
Mu Cuo spoke each word clearly, so I heard them all very clearly.
It turns out there are two tribes on this deserted island. No wonder the old native who always led people around didn't appear in this tribe.
It turns out they weren't on the same side at all.
Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief.
If that's the case, then it means there haven't been any conflicts between us and the tribes between Mucuo, so this matter is easy to resolve.
I quickly looked at Mu Cuo's brother and nodded deeply to him.
"In that case, we are naturally friends. If there is anything we can do to help, we will do our best."
When Mu Cuo heard what I said, his smile deepened.
She quickly picked up the wooden wine glass from her table, raised it to me as if to offer a toast, and then drank it all in one gulp.
I didn't expect this young girl to have such a high alcohol tolerance. Since she's already downed her drink, how could I possibly admit defeat?
So he quickly picked up the wooden wine cup and drank it all in one gulp, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.
Since we are not enemies, then isn't the enemy of my enemy my friend?
I never imagined that unintentionally saving such a native woman would actually strengthen the bond between us.
This is indeed an unexpected gain.
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