Ying Fei and Mingshu were also thrown on the sand, and the hot sand was a bit scary.

A group of people were drinking and eating.

Ying Fei took a look at what they ate, jerky meat and wine.

"I want to eat too, so I'm so hungry," Mingshu said depressedly.

Ying Fei: "..."

The team had been rectified for about an hour and then set off, but the people around them still said something they couldn't understand.

Ying Fei secretly glanced at the light brain on his wrist, and the translation progress was 50%.

Ying Fei felt irritated inside. These people obviously did not have much kindness to outsiders, and the awkward and difficult-to-understand racial language made the translator difficult.

Until the sun was about to set, Ying Fei finally saw an oasis not far away.

I also saw many people cheering from afar, and all the men and women in grass skirts surrounded me and said something excitedly.

"Beep!" A small voice sounded, Ying Fei lowered his eyes and saw a few small words displayed on the light brain: "The language analysis is completed, and the synchronous translation begins!"

"Dike, you are so awesome!!"

"The four strange beasts are enough for us to eat for a long time."

"The true god will definitely be happy!!"

"Ah, are there two foreigners here?"

"What I picked up on the road should have come in!"

"I'm worried about what to do with this year's tribute. If there are foreigners, we can leave more food."

Ying Fei listened quietly to the conversation between the group of aboriginal people.

"Dike, the great witch is looking for you and let you go there!" At this time, a plump woman ran over and shouted loudly.

The originally lively surroundings became quiet.

"Okay, I'll be here soon," Dike nodded and said to his companions who had returned from hunting with him: "You have a break, and the rest will start preparing for the party two days later."

Two days later, Ying Fei's eyes narrowed slightly.

Mingshu and Ying Fei were thrown into a place similar to a pigpen, and the air around them emitted an unacceptable stench.

Mingshu wanted to vomit and asked with a sad face: "Why did I not think too hard at the beginning and I wanted to follow you here?"

"How do I know this?" Ying Fei tried to slow down his breathing.

It's so terrible. With the high-tech means of the interstellar era, she never saw anything like a pigpen again. Sure enough, now she encountered it, and that feeling is really indescribable.

"I'm hungry!" Mingshu continued.

Ying Fei rolled his eyes and moved his hands slightly. Then, the rope was untied when she was originally tied tightly to her wrist.

Mingshu's eyes lit up: "Boss, please help me untie it!"

"No," Ying Fei coldly rejected his request, "If you solve it, you will definitely run away. Now we are here to investigate the matter."

How could he get rid of it?

Ying Fei found the compression pill from his clothes. It was smaller than compressed grain. The small one had better effect than compressed grain, but it had to be sufficiently nutritious, so the small compression pills incorporate countless nutrients, so it had one more disadvantage - it was unpalatable.

Ying Fei ate one expressionlessly, then picked up one and handed it to Mingshu.

The latter opened his mouth to speak, but Ying Fei did not wait for him to speak, and directly stuffed the compressed pill into his mouth.

Mingshu's expression changed instantly, and Ying Feifeng said lightly: "Dare to vomit, please stay here as the wife of the village."

Mingshu swallowed the compression pills in his mouth with bitter face.

Then, the two of them passed as if they were forgotten, and two days and two nights passed.

In the early morning, the whole oasis was busy.

Through the fence, you can see the group of indigenous people who look like primitive people clean themselves up.

The man carried the wood and built a high platform. The woman prepared a sumptuous food, and the children were playing around them.

Mingshu looked at the lively crowd outside the fence in disbelief and turned to Ying Fei, "They have forgotten us?"

Ying Fei pondered for a moment, remembered what he had heard before, and shook his head: "It shouldn't be!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two saw a few strong-looking women walking towards them.

When they saw the two people sitting obediently in the fence nodded with satisfaction. One of the women said, "Take these two foreigners to clean up, otherwise the true gods will dislike you!"

So, Ying Fei and Mingshu were thrown into the dug pit next to the lake!!

Ying Fei felt that the layer of skin on his body was almost rinsed off for you, and the aunts finally took him out of the water.

Seeing Ying Fei's face full of dust, the aunts were amazed.

He touched Ying Fei's face a few more times, sighed a few words like the perfect product dedicated to the true god.

When changing out, Ying Fei refused to take off his brain on his wrist. The aunts took a look and thought it was some kind of decoration, so they ignored it.

The two who were separated and washed cleaned each other met again on the newly built platform.

Ying Fei saw Mingshu being washed clean and exposed his eye-catching colorful head, and the shameful linen clothes provided by the indigenous people, looked particularly interesting.

The many indigenous people in the audience saw Ying Fei on the platform clearly and were amazed.

The great witch turned to the leader and asked, "Very good, where did this sacrifice come from?"

The leader replied: "It was discovered by the hunting team in the desert. It should have been an outsider who broke into the desert by mistake!"

The great witch nodded slightly and said that he knew. He looked at the sky and urged: "Let everyone speed up, the real god will come soon!"

Ying Fei sat on the platform with her legs crossed. The wooden floor was covered with soft animal skins. She lowered her head and quietly glanced around.

Everyone in the audience should be preparing for a banquet, with the tables and chairs centered on this high platform.

"They are preparing something for us?" Mingshu had a little expectation in his heart.

Ying Fei glanced at the light brain on his wrist, and synchronized the translation to 50%, and then smiled: "What do you think?"

Mingshu: "... Actually, I think they seem to want to cook us."

"It's possible, after all, the indigenous people. Didn't you say that the indigenous people here can eat people?"

"No, if you want to eat us, you should keep us fat and fat to taste delicious!"

"Baibai and fat? Be your Tang Monk!!"

"True God, the True God is here!" Suddenly, a shout came from the high platform.
Chapter completed!