Big Devil: Starting from refining flying zombies

Chapter 395 Cannibal Tribe

This is the depths of a tropical jungle. The branches and leaves of the wide and thick shrubs have turned dark green, casting large groups of shadows.

It is surrounded by giant trees more than [-] meters high.

Such natural camouflage also makes the dozens of primitive thatched houses built here difficult to detect from the outside world.

It was already approaching dusk, and normally it would have been time to rest.

But along with some small noises, a large number of people began to walk out of these silent thatched houses.

The skin of these people is dark and rough, and there is almost no fabric covering their bodies, but their bodies are very tall and strong.

And they basically have some small decorative pendants on their bodies.

Some are made from the teeth, horns, fur, or feathers of wild animals, which is considered normal.

And some pendants are a little scary.

Men with particularly fierce auras often have white skulls hanging around their waists, and necklaces made of more than a dozen finger bones connected in series around their necks.

These hair-raising accessories seem to symbolize power and status here.

But any man who owns an artifact of human bone walks on the road.

As long as he shouts and makes strange noises, those who stand in the way will rush to avoid them, without even daring to stop him.

If there are humanists from the White Crow Federation here.

I'm afraid you can recognize it at a glance. This is the usual dress and custom of cannibals in tropical areas near the equator.

At this moment, this primitive tribe was obviously built by cannibals.

However, two figures wearing modern White Crow Federation clothing walked out of an extremely simple thatched house.

These two people are a man and a woman. They have special temperaments. It makes people feel very inconsistent when they appear in such a place.

And they are Lativa and Charles, who betrayed the White Bird Foundation and escaped from the five dean-level ghost masters.

"Well, it seemed like a poisonous centipede crawled into my ear while I was sleeping during the day."

"This is not elegant at all!"

Charles raised his hand to straighten the collar of his straight suit.

Then there was a click in the neck.

He tilted his head to one side, and reached out to slap the other side of his head hard several times.

I saw a black and scary centipede tail flashing through his ear hole.

The vicious and cautious worm seemed unwilling to leave the warm, narrow and safe cave.

At this moment, he is rowing hundreds of limbs desperately to drill deeper into the ear hole!

"Tsk! Although only a day has passed."

“But I have to admit, I already miss my private villa and heated swimming pool!”

Charles said calmly, but a cruel look flashed on his face. He suddenly raised his hand and made a fist, hitting himself in the head.

boom!

In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The ears and a small half of the skull on one side of this guy's head had turned into a blur of flesh and blood.

His fist even sank into his own head, and the scene was very curious.

However, Charles did not react at all to such a fatal injury.

It was accompanied by a hair-raising digging sound.

He gently pulled out a poisonous centipede as long as chopsticks from the bloody hole on his head.

Then, regardless of the centipede's frantic biting as it struggled, Charles used his thumb nails to cut the poisonous centipede into centipede segments one by one with great patience.

Latifah was not interested in the bloody and cruel game in front of her.

She looked up at the last ray of sunlight shining through the gaps in the rain forest, and there was a sudden uneasiness in her eyes. "Is it worth it for us to do this? How on earth is the black emperor, the wizard of the cannibal tribe, going to use to stop the supernatural erosion for us?"

"With everything that's happened so far, I feel like something's not right."

La Tifa raised her hand to press her eyebrows. She rarely had mood swings, but now she felt even more confused.

"There's something wrong. The boss of the White Bird Foundation hasn't shown up for so long. He must be dead."

"The boss is dead, and the foundation has no way to reverse the supernatural erosion."

"Isn't it natural for us to find another wise master?"

"I'm no better than those old monsters in the foundation. I haven't had time to enjoy life yet!"

"It doesn't matter what method the Black Emperor uses to block the supernatural erosion. What matters is the result, isn't it?"

Charles had an indifferent look on his face. At this moment, he only had the excitement and excitement of being about to completely block the supernatural erosion.

However, La Tifa didn't know what she thought of when she heard this.

Her figure suddenly froze, she slowly turned her head, stared at Charles and said:

"You and I have both seen the foundation's internal information and know how terrifying the boss behind the foundation is."

"Just because he hasn't appeared in a few years, we presume that the boss is dead and will never appear again."

"That's a little too taken for granted."

"Objectively speaking, it is indeed possible that he is dead, but it seems that there is also a high possibility that he is not dead."

"When we decided to betray the foundation before, we didn't even consider the situation that the boss was not dead."

"It seems that they have determined that the boss is dead, and directly regarded it as a prerequisite for betraying the foundation."

Latifa suddenly felt like she had a splitting headache. Her little face became a little ferocious, and she said in a hoarse voice: "Everything seems to make sense, but in fact it is not logical at all!"

"Furthermore, what concerns me even more is, does the Black Emperor really have a way to block supernatural erosion?"

"He just said this, but we seemed to simply believe it and regard it as an established fact, just like believing that the boss is dead, so easy."

"And actually, before coming to this archipelago."

"We didn't even know that the Black Emperor was just a wizard from the cannibal tribe!"

Listening to Latifa's series of questions.

The indifferent look on Charles' face slowly faded away.

He stood there like a wooden stake, and after a while he forced a smile and said:

"The Black Emperor is a cannibal."

"Although it surprised me a little, it shouldn't mean anything."

"Didn't there already be cannibals and ghost masters a long time ago? There is no need to discriminate against them."

"It's even better to have a baby. Their folk customs are simple and honest. They shouldn't have those twists and turns and won't lie to us..."

At the end of the day, Charles himself was a little speechless.

Anyone who can become a dean-level ghost master has a sufficient understanding of supernatural powers.

At this moment, it was like a layer of window paper covering the eyes was pierced.

He finally said one sentence from his teeth: "Mader, our memory and behavior have been affected by supernatural interference!"

Just when Latifah and Charles had ugly expressions on their faces, they were wondering whether the next step would be to have a showdown with the Black Emperor, or to pretend not to know and just let the situation unfold.

A cannibal warrior came over and spoke to the two of them in a gibbering voice. Finally, he made an awkward gesture of invitation.

And the direction he pointed was also the direction where other members of the Shengfan tribe were gradually gathering.

It seemed that some big event was about to begin there, and the sounds of animal skin tambourines and blade harmonicas could be heard from afar.

(End of this chapter)