I never saw anyone bullying women the most in my life.

What's more, these people bullied and helped women in broad daylight, although those people looked a bit like the indigenous people on the island.

A strong dragon cannot beat a local snake.

That being said, I can't control so much.

Pick up a stone again.

I want to use the stones to lure these guys out of the bushes.

Because you can't pass through the bushes, you can throw the stones over. This is a long-distance combat weapon. As long as you use it well, you can deal with the other party.

Those indigenous people saw stones flying in outside, ruining their good deeds.

I must be very angry.

When they saw that there was a person standing outside, they became even more angry.

Where did this come from a blind guy? He wants to challenge so many people alone. Don’t you take their indigenous people seriously?

One native asked others to stare at the nun, pulled a scimitar from his waist, wade through the bushes and rushed out.

These indigenous people are really thick in skin and flesh, and they actually ignore the inverted hooks on the bushes.

Perhaps he was too angry, and he didn't care even if there were thorns on the bushes. After he rushed out, there were still holes in his exposed skin.

I whispered and didn't know what I was shouting.

The scimitar in his hand flashed with a cold light and slashed directly at my head.

How could I stand stupidly and let this reckless man cut it down?

As soon as he let go, the stone in his hand hit the guy's crotch.

These indigenous people dressed very simply, and they had a piece of coarse cloth around their waists. They used it as a shame. I pointed it at his crotch and hit it. The purpose was very obvious, to help this guy relieve fire.

As men, we all know that that place is the most vulnerable place for men.

With a scream, the guy's knife had not yet been cut, and he sat down with a key part, tears streaming down, looking very painful.

Obviously, this stone has hit important parts.

Not only did I help this guy remove the fire, but I also made the guy fall down suddenly. I took the opportunity to run over and kicked the guy's weapon away.

The guy looked up and yelled at me.

It seems to be warning me that this is their territory, please do not come to their territory to play wild.

I picked up the scimitar and pressed it on the guy's chest, signaling the guy to ask his companions to come out quickly, otherwise he would feel better.

Facing the shaking scimitar, that guy was like a defeated rooster.

Because he was afraid that I would insert the knife into his stomach in front of him, he quickly used their local language to blow away all the companions inside.

I was stunned on the spot.

I never thought that I would solve a battle with just one stone, and this efficiency is too high.

And I also seized a scimitar from the other party.

When the guys left the place in shame, they hurriedly ran into the bushes and helped the woman up.

Say to the woman: "If I guessed it well, your name should be Rose, how could you be here? What exactly happened?"

The woman wiped her tears and told me that when they were climbing up to the top of the mountain, the woman suddenly fell and fell off the top of the mountain.

Unexpectedly, this woman's companion did not come to save her.

And the woman fell into a savage nest.

The woman was soon besieged by the savages.

Just when this woman was feeling desperate, I showed up.

The woman said to me in tears: "If it weren't for your appearance, I might have been tortured by them now. You are my savior."

The woman said and was about to kneel down to me.

I helped the woman up and said to the woman, "If you didn't dig me out of the sand, I might have died long ago. We're even now."

This is to tell the truth and to comfort this woman.

Sometimes God’s arrangement is so wonderful. It was the woman who saved me before, but now it was me who saved this woman again.

So sometimes good people will get good rewards.

"I think we should leave this place quickly. If those savages come back here again, we will really not be able to get out."

The woman said to me tremblingly.

I dare not hesitate either.

Because I knew I had offended the indigenous people on the island just now.

If these guys react, they will definitely take revenge.

These guys must have gone to find reinforcements, so before these reinforcements arrive, we must escape from this place.

He brought this woman out of the bushes.

The nun said, "I want to go with you, I don't want to go back to my companions."

"Why?"

"Because they only care about themselves and don't care about me, I don't think they are reliable."

The nun told the truth.

I thought about it: "You have to think about it, following me may be more dangerous than following them."

"I've been dead once, what's scary about any dangerous thing to me?"

This nun really doesn't seem to be afraid.

I asked, "Have you reached the top of the mountain just now? What's there on the top of the mountain?"

"It seems like there is a tall forest that looks like a palm tree growing inside a mountain nest."

I heard from the nun that.

I patted my thighs: "That's not a palm tree, that should be a coconut tree."

If this woman said it right, the nest on the top of the mountain must be a volcanic pit.

This is the first time that coconut trees grow in volcanic craters.

I heard that there were coconut trees on the top of the mountain.

The nun's eyes lit up: "Does that mean we can get food?"

But it soon faded again.

She said: "If there were really coconut trees on the top of the mountain, then the three of them must have found the coconut trees."

I felt a little strange.

No matter how much the three of them were the woman's companions, why did their companions find supplies? This woman looked a little unhappy.

I asked, "Do you have any thoughts about the three of them?"

Hearing my question, the nun raised his head and thought for a while.

Then he said to me, "I'll tell you something, I hope you don't get surprised. I suspect that the person who killed the man with glasses was someone among the three of them who pretended to be you."

I was surprised by the nun's words.

Although I know that the man with glasses is not dead, this woman would say such things, which means that this woman may know something.

I asked, "How could you say that the three of them pretended to be me?"

"I believe you won't kill the man with glasses because you don't have the motive to kill, but the three of them have their own motives to kill."

The nun began to analyze.

I was a little curious: "Why do you analyze this way? Where did their motive for murder come from? Are they different from us?"

The nun nodded and replied: "It's different, because there is a time difference between us coming to this island, and it's different from the time when the man with glasses meets."

Speaking of the word "time difference", I suddenly thought of a question: There is a difference in the time we came to the island. Is it because what happened to this man with the glasses between the three of them?

I asked the nun: "Did you mean, did they know each other before?"

The nun nodded: "Look at me and the priest, are the two of them dressed very neatly?"

I nodded: "Yes, you don't look like you fell off a plane."

Among these people, I know very well.

After I woke up, I stepped on the stewardess on the beach. The stewardess was buried in the sand, which means that the stewardess was also washed up from the sea by water.

There is another woman.

It was the woman who was holding a steel pipe and attacking herself behind her back.
To be continued...