As soon as these words were spoken, everyone turned to look at Zakula. The two tribesmen who brought Wuqi to the altar and were responsible for lighting the fire looked confused and looked at Zakula's face without saying a word. Zakula immediately roared: "Why don't you put out the fire soon!"

The two tribe members in charge of ignition trembled and suddenly turned around and ran out with the initial wooden barrel. The other natives watching also dispersed and returned to their own tree houses.

Half a minute later, dozens of indigenous people in the same clothes suddenly emerged from more than a dozen extremely simple tree houses not far from Wuqi. They all carried wooden barrels of large and small in their hands and ran towards Wuqi. At this time, the two indigenous people who went out to be responsible for the fire also ran back.

As soon as they arrived in front of Wuqi, they poured water from the two large buckets without hesitation, and the other villagers followed suit.

At this time, the flames had already burned to Wuqi's upper body, his lower body was burned black, and all the clothes on his upper body were burned out. The raging fire rushed towards Wuqi's last head like a giant python. But at this moment, a large amount of clear water and sewage suddenly rushed from all sides. The fire just struggled for a moment, and was wiped out in an instant.

The flames were extinguished, and the indigenous villagers were dancing happily one by one. The two tribe members who were escorting Wuqi were immediately clever and quickly stepped forward to untie the rope of Wuqi's hands, and carried the young man who had only breathed a breath to Zakula.

The man with a sharp voice looked at Wuqi's face, then looked at his completely charred body, his face a little ugly, but he hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "Captain Zakura! I think he shouldn't be able to do it anymore. Why did you suddenly say that he was not a spy? No matter how we look at it, it should be."

Zakura looked at Wuqi seriously, then carefully looked at his charred body and whispered: "If he is really a spy, he should have begged for mercy just now. Didn't you see this young man not even saying a word?"

After hearing Zakula's explanation, the two tribesmen couldn't help but look at each other and finally nodded in understanding. The tribe member who had never spoken said slowly at this time: "Captain Zakula. Although he has been confirmed to be a spy, he seems to be almost out of reach when he sees his body being burned like this."

Zakura looked at Wuqi's face again, pale, and a faint remorse flashed across his face. He nodded silently and whispered: "It seems that's the case. You can find a better place and bury him."

The two tribe members nodded and were about to carry the young man who was accidentally killed by them, but at this moment, they heard a faint voice in their ears, "Shui..." The voice was very light and very thin, almost so light that it would be impossible to hear clearly without listening carefully.

The man with a sharp voice suddenly said "Huh", and his companion next to him immediately glanced at him in confusion, and Zakura asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

"Captain Zakura, I seemed to hear something just now."

"Is there any?" Zakura looked at the two tribe members in front of him with a strange expression. The companion next to the tribe members with a sharp voice suddenly asked strangely: "You are too fussy, right? It's strange that there is no sound here. Look around you, everyone is dancing now, what sounds are you hearing?"

"How is it? Are you still saying that I'm about to die?"

Zakula and all his tribe members were stunned by Wuqi's one or two moves just now. Everything Wuqi did was too bizarre and too unacceptable. Although they were still silent at this time, their hearts were already deeply shocked by the scene just now.
Chapter completed!