Chapter 1670

Ding Yiyi stood at the door for a while, desperately pressing down the desire to vomit, kneeling forward, climbing in from the not high ladder and smiling at the woman.

The woman moved, and her petite body crawled past Ding Yiyi. She had a strong body smell. She went to close the door and blocked the sunshine outside.

The space was much larger than expected, but there was nothing in it, just a pile of rags and a plant with long leaves in the left corner.

The black woman looked away, as if afraid of blocking her sight. Her eyes were cautious and careful. She was still a little curious when she saw Ding Yiyi's clothes.

"Hello." Ding Yiyi knew that she might not understand, but still said hello, otherwise she always felt good.

The woman looked at her, the flesh color thick lips wriggled up and down, Ding Yiyi saw, tentatively asked, "you understand."

"A little." The woman opened her mouth and could not pronounce clearly, as if she had a bag of saliva in her mouth.

Ding Yiyi is very happy, even the bad smell is not so uncomfortable, "do you also live here? You're the only woman

The woman nodded, and the copper ring in the corner of her eye swayed slightly.

"Is the tribal leader your husband?" Ding Yiyi thought that besides the tribal head, this woman is the second one who can communicate with modern people.

The woman shook her head. "All of them."

"All of them? Do you mean all the men here are your husbands? "

The black head was nodded again, and the copper ring swayed with it, and then stopped.

"And the child? It's all your children, too. "

Not surprisingly, the ring vibrated again.

This village not only retains the ancient way of life, but also inherits the historical contempt for women. There is only one woman, I'm afraid, in order to maintain the close state of the whole tribe, just like the tiger community, there is only one king. This ancient tribe shares one woman, no, it should be said that it shares one reproductive tool.

Ding Yiyi feels that she can't speak and doesn't want to speak, but the other party always sits there quietly. She is used to giving in and admits the rationality of the existence of this kind of giving in.

"Pit." She suddenly opened her mouth, pointed to the door, and pointed to Ding Yiyi.

Ding Yiyi doesn't understand what she's talking about. She can only look at her speechlessly, and the other party seems to have given up. She only plans to say this once, and then she sits quietly.

It was night outside. Holly was always sitting on the stairs in front of the banana house, looking at the small house not far away.

His hands naturally hang down on his knees, and his fingers scratched by the branches and leaves of the trees bend slightly, showing a little red.

He moved, his knuckles moved, and his wrists were cold, even where the blood flowed. He stared at his wrist for a while, as if feeling something, and then put it down.

It was the English speaking tribal leader who came up to him with a protruding tail vertebra and a slightly constricted belly. "The day after tomorrow, challenge the rules."

"Why the day after tomorrow?" Holly carefully grasped all the information he thought he needed to grasp.

The old chief didn't seem surprised that he would ask. His thin finger pointed to the sky, "the moon."

Holly understood that in ancient times, both the West and the East used to regard the moon as a necessary ritual existence.

The moon, evil or justice, is the special meaning of man's wealth, while man forces himself to abide by the rules created by himself when he is rich in the special meaning of the moon.

"I see." He said.

In the middle of the night, a door opened, and the sound of vomiting seemed particularly quiet in the night.

Ding Yiyi squatted in the corner, had not eaten anything stomach has been spasmodic, a pair of invisible hands have been pulling her stomach.

Spit out sour water, the stomach discomfort is better, she greedy breathing outside the air, and the night of the woman quietly hiding in the room looking at her.

"Mumukai?" Eden pointed to her stomach.

What should I do? Is that what children mean here? Ding Yiyi stroked his stomach and nodded.

All of a sudden, the woman's face changed and quickly hid in the dark corner.

The sharp wood pointed to Ding Yiyi's back. The tip of the wood had slightly penetrated into her skin. She had no doubt that as long as she took off her clothes, the place must be black and blue.

It's the aborigines. Their eyes are bright in the dark. Ding Yiyi subconsciously goes back to pursue the figure of holly.

Thank goodness, Holly also saw all this, is desperate to rush, and the old chief disappeared.

The aborigines, who did not understand English, did not touch Ding Yiyi. They just held the sharp wood against her back and pushed her forward.

Ding Yiyi tries to move forward, and the sharp wood stops. As soon as she stops, the sharp wood immediately touches her back."What are you doing?" Holly angrily overturns one of them and tries to squeeze Ding Yiyi.

Two young and stout looking aborigines clasped his shoulders and tried to pull him away.

A gunshot startled the ancient village. The aborigines heard the gunshot and looked at the sky and the dark woods for no reason. They carefully found the source of the sound they had never heard before.

Holly was panting and his index finger was always on the trigger. He didn't want to use the pistol, at least here. But I don't know why. As soon as he saw the sharp wood against Ding Yiyi's back, he felt uncomfortable.

"Let him go." He said coldly.

The aborigines stood for no reason. They couldn't understand him, but they could understand the expression on his face. In addition, the strange thing that could suddenly emit strange sounds made the scene silent for a moment.

All of a sudden, the crowd uttered a voice of "reprimand and reprimand". The palm of the hand was held high, and the palm of the hand was outward. The old chief came over, his hand trembled again, and he said something quickly in an old language that he could not understand. The other aborigines were afraid and cautious.

Ding Yiyi felt that the wood against her back was a lot loose. She hurried forward and ran to Holly flexibly.

As soon as her hand touched the corner of his coat, she was immediately buttoned up. That hand buttoned her hand so tightly that she couldn't help looking more.

"Take us to the entrance to the rules." Holly shakes the pistol in her hand and deliberately makes the appearance of knocking the trigger in front of the old chief. The old man can understand the meaning of this action.

The scene was filled with a tense and disgusting smell. Ding Yiyi's stomach was tumbling again. She covered her mouth and retched.

"Mumukai!"

"Mumukai!"

The faint voice gradually strengthened, and the aborigines' expressions were really frightened. They looked at the nearest person as if they were sure they had heard the wrong thing.

"She's pregnant?" The old aborigine finally spoke.

Holly hesitated and didn't know whether to nod. Obviously, from their expressions, pregnancy was not good news.

"Yes."

Ding Yiyi straightened up and looked at the old man, "I'm pregnant."

The old man's stomach is contracting violently, just like constantly inflating and deflating towards a ball. The huge totem pattern on his belly will become smaller and larger.

"Disaster, disaster." The old man murmured. Holly heard it. He frowned and tried to reach for Ding Yiyi, but his hands escaped.

When he was stunned, there was a sense of discomfort in his heart, which was soon suppressed by him.

The old chief tasted the meaning of her words word by word. The lines on his belly stopped quietly for several seconds. "She stayed, I'll take you to paradise."

Holly subconsciously to see Ding Yiyi, the other side is also looking at her, there is a trace of worry in her eyes.

His wrists are cold, and the blood in his veins seems to have frozen up. Even now he reaches out and knocks, which may be tough.

There is not too much mental activity in the head and even in the mind. The head is so gently touched, but the sentence "OK." But I can't say it.

"That girl named Aoyu is really important to you." Ding Yiyi suddenly way, tone as if is chatting with the other side as indifferent.

The confusion in Holly's eyes is more and more thick, but the eyes around him make him bury the confusion in the depth of consciousness.

He looked at her deeply. "Probably."

Ding Yiyi took a deep breath and spat it out again. She saw the decision in his eyes, so it was useless for her to say more.

"Let's go." She turned first, and the sharp end of the stick thrust back on her back.

The old chief walked in front of holly, half sideways, as if urging him to go quickly.

She walked farther and farther, and her steps were a little embarrassed because of the clutter of the woods. The aborigines with protruding tail vertebrae carefully surrounded her.

"She will die." He asked in a low voice, but before someone responded, he immediately said, "don't tell me."

He had never been so sober and tense before. He took two steps forward and suddenly stopped. He put his hand over his chest.

There's a healthy heart there. It hasn't had any problems for decades, but now it has some messy pain, as if mixed with something.

He could no longer hear the sound of his footsteps. He stepped forward and followed the old chief.

Ding Yiyi thought about how to escape again. These Aborigines have lived in the woods for a long time and may have killed many people trying to get to the paradise.

These people don't know modern language, and they hate women very much. As long as they run away, it's estimated that they won't get caught. But just because these people can't understand modern language, it's a good idea not to run.

Walking to a thin leaf banyan, Ding Yiyi looked up and saw the air dried corpse when he was just on the island. Pieces of clothing wrapped around the body were floating in the wind.The back was stabbed again, Ding Yiyi eats the pain to make a sound, can only continue to walk forward.

She thinks that even if these people are critical to her, they probably need to find a specific place, just like the ancient emperor's sacrifice would only play a role in a specific place. This group of aborigines must have a fixed place to deal with people.