Goodall is very familiar with this area and has obviously been here many times.

As he walked, he told everyone to pay attention to which plants should not be touched, and pointed out that a small red flower was the antidote to another poison in the miasma.

Just smell it, no side effects.

Wei Zhenhui asked people to pick some for a rainy day.

Soon they reached an open terrain, where Luo Cheng's footprints and blood disappeared.

Goodall stretched out his hand and pointed to the tree house one kilometer in front, which was built on the tree trunk with a height of more than ten meters. "This is their residence. In order to prevent wild animals and mosquitoes from biting, cannibals usually build their house on the tree trunk of 6 to 30 meters, which can also give early warning."

"Well..." the mouse stammered, "aren't we discovered by them now!"

"Yes, as long as we step into this area, they can find us. But don't worry, my friends. I have a little friendship with their chief. Talk to them well and they will let them go!"

Goodall still has this self-confidence. "Aka and I grew up together. Our father died of malaria, so our two chiefs inherited on the same day, month and year are also connected at ordinary times, so the relationship is good."

After listening to him, everyone felt a little relieved.

The cannibals here are very famous. It's creepy to hear them, let alone see them later.

Although they are soldiers, they can't take the initiative to attack these tribesmen.

Therefore, if you really want to start with them, it must be the special team that suffers. After all, they have only 20 people, but there are thousands of cannibals!

Goodall was right. Five minutes later, forty or fifty scouts from all directions surrounded them.

They only have leaves around their waist and hold wooden forks or arrows. They jump down from the tree and accurately stand on everyone's side!

With a trunk ten meters high, this skill is beyond the reach of the special team.

"Who are you?" asked the leader.

Goodall flattered, "it's me, Goodall. These are my friends. Is aka there? I want to see him!"

The leader looked at Goodall, obviously impressed with Goodall, and his face was slightly slow. "You guys go and inform the chief!"

"Yes!"

When they left, the leader did not relax his vigilance, but carefully looked at the people except Goodall.

"Are you also Chinese soldiers?"

He used it. Wei Zhenhui was happy, which showed that they had met Luo Cheng.

"Yes, have you seen my companions, about 30 of whom came from the miasma“

The leader turned his head and didn't look at Wei Zhenhui, "No."

Then he stopped talking.

Goodall gently touched Wei Zhenhui's arm. "He's lying. We tribal people don't lie. We all learn from you outsiders! You look at his eyes and obviously dodge."

Wei Zhenhui looked at it. Sure enough, the leader's eyes glanced everywhere. There was a feeling that there was no place to put it.

"They must have met Luo Cheng. Luo Cheng is right here!" Goodall said firmly.

Wei Zhenhui nodded in agreement.

At this time, the two teams of people swarmed out of the stronghold gate. Aka was surrounded by stars and the moon.

There were hundreds of people in the two teams behind him. His face was painted alternately red and green, and his head was covered with exaggerated nameless bird feathers, which were bright in color.

I thought Goodall's dress was already gorgeous. Compared with this one, it's far from enough!

"Aka, I haven't seen you for a few days. I miss you very much!" Goodall walked towards him enthusiastically.