After a long time, Li Moyang woke up dizzy, opened his colored eyelids, and was horrified by the scene in front of him.

Beside the campfire, a dozen black men and women were holding human limbs in their hands and munching, and the air was filled with the smell of burning protein.

Li Moyang looked around, but there was no trace of Zhang Bo. Damn it, no way, it couldn't be Zhang Bo's body that these savage black people were eating.

Li Moyang couldn't help but want to vomit. It's unbelievable that there are still cannibalistic barbarians today. Even in the wild lands of black Africa, in the 21st century, the phenomenon of cannibalism has long disappeared, right? Are these people real?

Uncivilized primitive tribe?

After moving his limbs, Li Moyang found that he was not tied up, but that he was weak and seemed to have been poisoned.

After thinking about it for a long time, Li Moyang finally remembered that he smelled the smell of bonfire fireworks coming from the bonfire down the mountain on the hillside. There must be hallucinogens in it, but these black people did not do anything at all. It is really a mysterious black Africa!

Li Moyang no longer lamented that in order to survive and not become food in the mouths of these savage black people, he secretly tried to get rid of the hallucinogens in his body, but it took him a long time to do it, to no avail, and he even broke out in a sweat.

Li Moyang lay weakly on the ground. He could only pray that these black people had eaten Zhang Bo and could no longer hold him in their stomachs, so that he could survive until dawn. By then, the hallucinogen might have expired and he would be able to survive. Alas!

That’s all I can think of.

The black people finally finished eating, threw the bones into the fire, and threw a bloody human head into a pot, and cooked it on the bonfire. After a while, the strange and fragrant breath reached Li Moyang's nose.

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Li Moyang couldn't help but want to vomit. It was so disgusting that there was no bottom line. It was a tragedy!

The black people each held a wooden spoon, gathered around the iron pot, drank human head soup, screamed strangely, and twisted their bodies involuntarily and rhythmically, enjoying themselves. It was like a camping bonfire party.

It's over. Maybe tomorrow, my fate will be the same. After eating the meat and drinking the soup, it will turn into a pile of rice fields, and the heads will be cleaned and hung on the wall as souvenirs.

I was so sad. If I had known that I would come to Africa, perform some inexplicable mission, and be in a big villa, hugging each other, sleeping on that big bed, and sleeping with a big quilt, it seems that I can only wait until the next life...

Li Moyang lay on the ground and sighed. The old black man with gray hair walked out of the thatched house and came to Li Moyang, holding a sharp long-handled hatchet in his hand.

I wiped it, it was my turn so soon.

Li Moyang wants to cry but has no tears. There are so many beauties waiting for me, there are a bunch of brothers waiting for me, and there are still people lying drunk on the knees of beauties, waking up to hold the power of the world, it is all an obscenity, a dream...

The old black man stared at Li Moyang for a while and smiled. His face was covered with white and black patterns, and his white teeth were very eye-catching. He didn't say anything, and waved to the two men who only had a circle of broken pieces around their waists.

The two black men wearing cloth opened their mouths and showed bright white teeth, like a row of sharp blades. They also had black faces painted like ghosts. They smiled and stepped forward, lifted Li Moyang and walked into the thatched house.

It was over. The thatched hut was probably a slaughterhouse. What followed was a horrific massacre. His head was cut off from his shoulders. Li Moyang didn't want to think about it anymore. During this period, he tried his luck to see if the hallucinogen had expired, but finally gave up.

Yes, it has no effect.

Finally being carried into the thatched hut, Li Moyang looked around helplessly. It turned out to be a slaughtering room, with a wooden bed covered in blood, and the whole room was filled with the smell of blood.

The two black men threw Li Moyang on the bed. The old black man muttered a few words. The two black men turned Li Moyang over and pulled off Li Moyang's jacket. The old black man picked up a black can, found a piece of cloth, and began to scrub Li Moyang's body.

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I'm really, really particular about eating clean human flesh.

Li Moyang tried his skills but was still weak, but his mind began to wake up slowly. Since he couldn't move his hands, he might as well say a few words. These were his last words. He didn't care whether the black man could understand them or not, so he just started talking to himself.

"I said, black boss, what age are you still eating human flesh now? It's too Ultraman. Remember, after you eat me, kill me whole. We Chinese are very particular about this. Okay.

I'm done, please give me a break and don't make things too miserable for my brother."

Li Moyang talked a lot, but the black man didn't respond, so he gave up, closed his eyes, and played the piano to the cow, feeling like crying but without tears...

"I said, big brother, you are much better than any of your buddies. That guy was crying and shouting not to let us kill him. Hehe, you are awesome!"

Li Moyang was stunned. The familiar Jinan dialect came to his ears. It was too local and too friendly. What kind of trouble was Emma going to make?

Li Moyang struggled to turn around. The old black man with gray hair and a short white beard on his cheeks was looking at him with a smile.

"You, you, you can speak Chinese dialect, and it's also Jinan dialect!"

"Yeah, you think I'm a black African?" The old black man continued to speak in Jinan dialect.

Only then did Li Moyang feel relieved, as long as he could speak Jinan dialect, and he could speak it so easily, he must have been influenced by our country, the land of Confucius and Mencius, and he would definitely not be able to commit cannibalism, which is against family ethics.

of.

Unexpectedly, the old black man motioned to the two black men, and the two guys stepped forward and held down Li Moyang's shoulders. The old man raised a sharp hatchet, pointed it at Li Moyang's shoulder, and chopped it down.

My life is over! I am speechless and can speak Chinese dialect. Doesn’t it mean that I can change the traditional hobby that has been for thousands of years? Is human flesh so delicious?

Li Moyang closed his eyes and quietly waited for the fatal knife.

However, the knife he imagined did not come. Li Moyang only felt the hatchet turning deftly on the wound on his shoulder, and there was no pain as he imagined.

Then some water from the earthen jar was sprinkled on it, which was cool and comfortable, and then a wet mud-like substance blocked the wound. A black man expertly bandaged Li Moyang's wound.

"Get up, young man, you are stronger than I thought, much stronger than your partner."

Li Moyang turned over and stood up. He felt much more relaxed all over his body and his head was no longer dizzy. With some luck, he felt that his energy flow was smooth. He reined in his horse and frightened me for a long time. It's time for me to teach you a lesson.

He was ready for a fight, and it was estimated that the three people in the room would die immediately under his fists and kicks.

"Come with me and see how your partner is doing!"

The old black man saved his own life with just one word.

So Zhang Bo is not dead?

So what are those black people eating? It seems to be human limbs. Is it because they make us fat and white first and then eat them?

Li Moyang had countless thoughts in his mind during the light of the carbide fire, but finally gave up all of them and followed the old black man to another thatched hut because he felt the coolness on his back and the numbness of his muscles that were slowly growing.

It felt like they were helping him heal.

The wounds that were punctured by motorcycle debris on the night of the black motorcycle race broke free while running wildly in the virgin forest. Coupled with the corrosion of the python's body fluids, they began to fester and rot. The unknown herbal medicine of the old black man now began to play a magical role.

It made Li Moyang feel greatly relaxed.

Entering another thatched house, Li Moyang breathed a sigh of relief, and all his worries turned into a pool of warmth.

Zhang Bo was lying on the wooden bed, his arms, legs and head intact, and he slept soundly. It seemed that the wounds on his collarbone were also handled very quickly.

"Please take a seat."

The old black man pointed to the wooden bench in the thatched house, went to the basin nearby to wash his face, then picked up the clothes hanging on the wall and started to put them on.

After a while, the old man came to Li Moyang. The black and white patterns on his face were washed away, revealing his true black face, bright eyes, thick white curly hair, and gray beard. He looked very kind, and he also had a well-fitting beige color on his body.

In khaki hunting clothes, he looks very capable, and the old man has regained his civilized nature.

I guess I'm not a savage, so what are those body parts they eat?

And he can also speak Jinan dialect. He is truly an incredible tribe, a mysterious old black man.

Li Moyang glanced around and saw an AK automatic rifle with a wooden stock on the table. Li Moyang could tell at a glance that it was made in China.

"Haha, are you curious?"

The old black man sat down at the wooden table, picked up the automatic rifle, skillfully pulled the bolt, aimed at the corner of the hut, and after a while put it on the table again.

Then he turned around and stretched out his well-maintained big hand with a sincere look in his eyes. Li Moyang held it without hesitation and instantly felt the rough calluses on the old black man's index finger, which were the calluses worn out by long-term use of guns. This old man couldn't help but

Simple.

"Let me introduce myself, I am Marian Nguwabi. You can call me Marian."

"Li Moyang, from China. I'm really curious!" Li Moyang smiled, and his white teeth did not lose any points, winning Marian's favor.

The two shook hands solemnly and then let go.

"Haha, are you wondering how you were captured alive?" Marian smiled narrowly, but there was kindness in his smile.

Li Moyang smiled bitterly. This old man had really guessed it. He was a so-called super agent, but he was captured unknowingly. It would be really embarrassing for this to spread. Fortunately, these people are civilized people, not uncivilized food.

Human race.

"Yes, please ask Mr. Marian for advice." Li Moyang stood up and bowed his hands respectfully.

"Please sit down, you are too polite. Since I can speak Chinese, I naturally have feelings for China. Don't be so polite."

Obviously, Li Moyang's attitude and hand-over gesture gained him a lot of points, and Marian was very satisfied.

"Actually, what I'm more curious about is that you can speak Chinese dialect, and you can also sneak into Jinan dialect like this. Haha, if I just listened to the voice, I thought I saw a fellow countryman."

Li Moyang deliberately said these words in the pronunciation of Yuedong Province to show his identity.
Chapter completed!