Chapter 9

Wang Dali was really in a cold sweat.

Seeing the snake thrown back into the sea, there was a joy for the rest of life.

Just now, he almost overdrawn his physical strength. With the excessive secretion of adrenaline, Wang Dali felt collapsed all over.

But now is not the time to relax.

The cliff was dark, and only the sound of the storm could be heard.

Behind the towering stone walls, rows of stone houses and holes are faintly visible, dark.

Xiumei was very surprised to see these.

Wang Dali felt it necessary to say a wave to let the audience appreciate and reward.

"Audience friends, are you scared to pee? Anyway, Wang Dali is scared to pee!"

Wang Dali was outspoken and continued to pull.

"It was really breathtaking just now. Xiumei and I survived the disaster. Now I feel overdrawn and powerless, which means that I will not be able to cope with the potential crisis in the dark, which is very, very dangerous for us. Therefore, I must find a hidden place to rest as soon as possible. Yes, I must rest, otherwise we will be very dangerous!"

The information on the light screen in my mind exploded like a waterfall again.

"Good job, anchor!"

"I was scared to pee just now!"

"Lying in the trough, I heard the howling of the big snake, and my head was blank -"

"Scared the baby. Ben thought the anchor and Xiumei were going to be eaten by the snake!"

"I dare not look with my eyes closed. How did the anchor and miss Xiumei escape the snake just now?"

"+ 1, I want to watch the replay!"

"Me too. I wipe it. I can only watch the transcription, but the genuine broadcast recording still needs money -"

"I can only find the transcribed video of netizens -"

"It seems that the clarity uploaded by netizens is not as clear as the genuine one. Well, you need 8K or 4K picture quality. That's the top audio-visual feast -"

Wang Dali looked at a wave of big swords and messages in his mind and brushed his face.

Nima, is this a live broadcast? It's good to have transcription later. Shouldn't we charge some money for genuine transcription? If we don't charge any money for individual transcription, what's the attraction of live broadcast?

In other words, this alien super technology is really powerful. Even the genuine recording needs a wave of money. It's too dark. Well, has the definition of transcoding recording been limited by alien technology?

Hahaha, this God system is also a big profiteer! However, Ben loves it!

"Vigorously oba, what is this light ball? Are you talking to it?"

Xiumei looked at the suspended light ball curiously and touched it with her hand, but it was empty.

"This is a super camera, connected to the global Internet. I'm using it to broadcast live to the world!" Wang Dali explained.

"Can we connect to the global Internet? Can we communicate with the outside world? What's the rescue? I'm so afraid." Xiumei was very happy.

Wang Dali sighed and shook his head. "I can see the message from the people watching the live broadcast in my mind, but the rescue team should not find us. They won't even find the mysterious island under our feet."

"How could this happen?" Xiumei sobbed sadly.

"There are mysteries everywhere. This is an unknown mysterious area. If you want to live, you can only save yourself. With me, you can rest assured. No matter how difficult it is, I will bring you back to the civilized world safely!"

Wang vigorously comforted.

"I believe in oba!" said Xiumei.

"Well," Wang Dali was a little moved and trusted by his favorite goddess. This is a kind of glory, a kind of satisfaction and an unparalleled happiness.

"Oba, is there anyone living here?"

"Yes, there are aborigines here. They are very cruel. Look -"

Wang Dali pointed to the left.

Looking at the past, Xiumei can see rows of long spears standing in the short light of lightning, wearing white bone skulls, including human heads and animal heads.

This scene, in the stormy night, seeps incomparably.

"Ah"

Beautiful surprised, instinctive scream!

Wang Dali was ready and suddenly covered his beautiful mouth.

"Don't make a sound. The aborigines here are very ferocious. Let's go quietly to the village. Don't shoot!" Wang Dali made a hissing gesture, pulled the beautiful hand, hurried through the stone wall and dived into the tribe.

Xiumei is a girl after all. She is timid. Seeing that the tribal village is so strange, she can't help being afraid. Her small hand tightly drags Wang Dali's hand. It seems that she feels safe only by holding Wang Dali's hand.

In the dark, Wang Dali did not forget to turn his head and introduce in a low voice: "Dear viewers, it seems that the big snake didn't catch up. Xiumei and I finally got a temporary respite, but the danger hasn't passed. The aborigines here are very dangerous. We must find a place to live in at night, because we have been drenched in the rain all night and are exhausted. If we don't take a rest, Xiumei and I will definitely have a serious illness!"

Xiumei followed closely, covering her mouth with her little hand and trying not to scream out.

"Shh!" Wang Dali made a gesture and came to a remote stone crack. The stone crack is dark. It is a natural cave. It seems to be spacious inside.

"Ouba, I'm afraid there won't be monsters in it?" Xiumei was full of fear of darkness and the unknown, and her small hand tightly pulled Wang Dali's clothes.

"Not afraid, you follow me, I protect you!"

Wang Dali pulled up a sharp spear outside, took a deep breath and was ready to go in.

"Dear audience!"

Wang vigorously lowered his voice and said nervously, "you can't get a tiger's son without a tiger's beard. I'm ready to go in. It's dark inside. I don't know what's waiting for me. God bless me that I won't meet a big snake, or a savage or a beast that eats people!"