There were some animal hair and blood around this trap, which looked a bit like a deer. I guess there was a sika deer that stepped on my trap.

But now, the sika deer and the trap are gone.

With the size of a sika deer, if the legs are caught by the trap, it is impossible to drag the trap away anyway.

This trap was made of metal by the natives, and the territory was particularly wide in order to increase weight.

But now this thing is gone.

This made me feel very alert in my heart. There was only one possibility that someone took my trap.

There are no one else who still exist on this island except indigenous people.

"Is it because the Tal tribe in the depths of the jungle that has come again?"

I felt a little nervous and very alert, and my actions in the next few days became extremely cautious.

I carry a telescope with me and will observe carefully every time I move forward a distance.

A few days later, I discovered the clue.

There were indeed a few indigenous people coming to this jungle, but they didn’t seem to be from the Taal tribe!

These people were ragged and looked very down and out. I suspect that they were the remaining people of the destroyed Walin tribe. Some time ago, the Taal tribe searched for the whereabouts of these people everywhere, and they didn't know where they were hiding.

Recently, the people from the Taal Tribe left, and these people ran out again and began to move in this area.

What made me feel a sense of hostility in my heart was that among these natives, I saw a very familiar face, the one who had chased me!

Including the Big Nose that was killed by Qin Ying, a total of three natives chased me. Big Nose was killed by Qin Ying, and one of them was destroyed by us under the sinkhole.

The rest of the one has been gone, and I thought he had died in this holy war.

Unexpectedly, this guy is still alive.

This guy has an inverted triangle scar on his face, so I'll call him scar.

It was because of them that Sister Liu disappeared. The portrait I drew for the scar is still left in my backpack. At that time, I made up my mind to kill him, and this determination has not changed yet.

After I had this plan, I followed these indigenous people from afar. With the help of telescopes, my vision was much farther than theirs, and I was not worried about being discovered.

I want to see where they are hiding and how many people are there.

These three natives hunted in the jungle and had a great harvest. They carried two deer and a honey badger and shuttled through the jungle.

Soon, these people came to a small valley that was somewhat hidden.

Near the valley, the trees were lush, directly blocking my vision. In order to see how many people there were, I climbed up a nearby hill.

Standing on the mountain bag, I looked down with a telescope and was shocked, but I saw that there were quite a few people in the valley where the indigenous people were hiding.

They built several thatched huts in the valley and raised a kind of cattle-like livestock, which looked quite prosperous.

Didn’t these indigenous people escape? Their production capacity was really strong. Not long after, this small valley had been managed well by them.

I think if they were given some time, maybe it would take a whole new Walin tribe to be born.

I hid it on the mountain bag and observed them carefully. Soon I discovered that there were about a dozen indigenous women and six indigenous men in this valley.

These natives were led by the scar.

In addition, what surprised me was that there were two outsiders in the valley!

One woman is Song Xue, and another is a short man I don’t know.

Song Xue's life seemed very miserable. She seemed to have become a sex slave of the indigenous leader Scar. She was locked in a cage naked. Moreover, the Scar seemed very flirtatious. She actually tied her into a big character with a characteristic wooden frame, exposing some hidden parts specifically.

Some indigenous men walked past her, showing a look of envy and desire.

Seeing this, Scar was very proud and lay on Song Xue and started doing that kind of thing in public. Scar seemed to enjoy the jealous eyes of other men.

It was obviously not the first time Song Xue encountered such a thing. Her expression was already a little numb, and her eyes were as if dead, which was extremely desperate.

I felt extremely angry when I saw it.

Song Xue is my colleague and Sister Liu’s best friend. Although she is not very familiar with me, she also has a little friendship. How could I not be angry when I see her being abused by the natives like this?

The new and old hatreds combined make my murderous intent for Scar become stronger.

However, I was also very calm in my heart. I knew that if I forced myself, I would probably not be the match for these indigenous people.

There are six men in their tribe, all of whom are good at fighting. If Qin Ying is there, maybe we can still make a breakthrough, but if I go in alone, I will kill at most two or three, and I will be burping.

I have to use my brain and think of some good ways.

At this time, it was already a little late. I carefully observed the valley, remembered their location, and left quietly.

I know that if I want to deal with them, I may not be able to find a solution in a short while, although I really want to rush in and start a massacre immediately.

Moreover, I have a feeling that I want to kill Scar, and Scar must have thought of killing us, but now they don’t know that Qin Ying is no longer by my side.

Otherwise, these natives might have been killed long ago.

I returned to the tree house with a lot of worries. Several girls felt something was wrong with my expression and quickly asked me what was wrong.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired."

I smiled and said quickly.

I don't plan to tell them about this, mainly because Dayun and Xiaoyun are still there. They are also from the indigenous tribes. I can't figure out what their reaction will be after hearing this news.

After so long together, they can understand some simple Chinese, such as "indigenous people", and I don't know how much the sisters can understand what they say in person.

It’s not that I don’t trust them, but I don’t think they are difficult to do. Maybe among the surviving natives, there will be their acquaintances.

At that time, they will come to plead with mercy. Will I not kill me?

So, it’s better for them not to know, but I’m still going to find an opportunity to tell them about this matter slowly for the other girls.
Chapter completed!