Living on a deserted island, the cold female president regards me as king

I actually don't know much about those savage characters.

Can barely make out some fragments of words.

Looking at the meaning of those words, it seems that this is an altar for worshiping gods.

Made, these monsters, in the eyes of the savages, all belong to the category of gods?

At first I felt a little unbelievable, but after thinking about it carefully, I realized in my heart that monsters like Tailmen have become royals in that city at the foot of the foot, and they are like emperors. As a fairy, it is not difficult to understand.

I took a closer look at the murals around the platform, and confirmed my speculation in my heart. Judging from the descriptions in those murals, the savages even specially used the girls and children of their own clan to feed these things .

This is just like what I saw in Journey to the West before, offering boys and girls to monsters to pray for safety.

In fact, people's Journey to the West is not made up, but in some remote areas of our country, there are indeed similar customs, what to give to the mountain gods, offer witches, lock women into caves, and marry the so-called mountain gods, river gods, etc. Bob or something.

Those mountain gods, Hebo, are illusory things that have never appeared before, and they are worthy of the dedication and admiration of the ancients. And these monsters are real one by one. As a god, there is nothing to doubt.

However, from the perspective of a materialistic modern person like me, such an altar of gods is full of barbaric and weird taste, which makes me feel uncomfortable all over.

I almost regret coming to this poisonous forest.

The monsters that appeared on this altar don't all live in this forest, do they?
I quickly left this ghostly place and hurried out of the poisonous forest.

After walking for about an hour or so, I finally came to the edge of the poisonous forest. The fog here is not as thick as before, and the visibility has been greatly improved.

What surprised me was that at this moment, I heard another woman's cry.

It was a female voice that was very strange to me calling.

This made me very nervous. Could it be that woman centipede, unwilling to let me go, came after me?
However, what puzzled me was that this time, the woman's voice was no longer so fake, and she was quite emotional, and she was shouting something else in the barbarian language.

After hesitating for a moment, I quickly moved in the direction of the woman.

Because I hid aside and listened carefully. This time, not only did the woman cry for help, but a man was also talking, and there were some sounds of fighting.

Just listening to this sound, I already have some sense of the picture.Probably this pair of men and women encountered some danger.

If there is any monster that can imitate people so vividly, then I admit it.

As I kept approaching, soon, the scene over there appeared in my eyes.

Sure enough, there is now a pair of savage men and women who are fighting fiercely with a purple tiger-like creature.

This purple tiger is not big, about the size of a leopard, but it is very flexible and powerful.

The two savages just struggled to fight it. If it continued, they would both die in a short time.

And I took a closer look at the clothes of these two people and the objects in their hands, and I roughly judged that they were probably herbal gatherers who went into the forest to collect herbs.

The backpacks and some herbs scattered on the ground all proved this point.

And these two people were able to act in this poisonous forest, most likely because they took some herbs that can detoxify.

For savages, I have never had a very good sense, and more things are worse than less things. Originally, I wanted to leave directly.

But looking at the baskets in which the two men collected herbs, I felt a little sympathy for them.

I thought of my father, who used to go to the mountains to collect herbs. He was a carpenter, but in order to earn more money, he said that in order to find a good wife in the future, he went to the mountains to collect herbs.

At that time, I didn't know the hardships of life, and I thought it was fun to go up the mountain to collect herbs, so I often went up the mountain with my father.

Later, one day my father was accidentally bitten by a poisonous snake. Although he found some detoxifying herbs and ate them, it only slowed down the poison. The mountain people carried him down the mountain, and that time, he might be gone.

These memories came to my mind one after another, and I couldn't help but take another look at these two herbal pickers.

I thought about it, and stood up.

I think, if that kind-hearted mountain dweller back then felt like I do today that one thing more is worse than one thing less, my father would have died by then.

At this moment, I might as well help these two.

Although the purple tiger looks powerful, it is far inferior to the marsupial lion. With my current strength, it can't threaten me at all.

Of course, if I were the former me, I am afraid that even if I wanted to save him, I would not have the strength.

After I rushed out, I stopped in front of those two people, and shouted a challenge to the purple tiger.

The tiger seemed to have sensed my intentions, and couldn't help but look at me coldly.

It seemed to instinctively feel my strength, so it didn't jump over immediately, but started circling around me, constantly observing.

"Brother, hurry up, this purple-striped tiger is too ferocious, we two are doomed today, if you leave now, you may still survive!"

The man who picked the herbs was quite righteous, he didn't want to get me involved.

The woman also told me to leave quickly.

After I heard this, I felt a little bit emotional, this couple of herb collectors are not bad, some of them are bad people, I am afraid that they wish others would die with them.

It's just that these two people have underestimated my strength too much.

I didn't say a word, and didn't wait for the purple tiger to continue to judge my strength. I directly picked up the shotgun in my hand and shot the purple tiger on the forehead.

Just heard a loud bang.

The purple tiger turned sideways, I failed to hit its head, but it was also shot in the back, once the shot went down, the purple tiger couldn't help howling, its eyes revealed the color of fear.

Originally, the smell emanating from my body made the purple tiger very vigilant, even a little scared. If it hadn't been reluctant to see the prey that was about to get its hands, it might have left long ago.

But now, as soon as I shot it, it was in pain, and the loud noise of the gunshot also frightened it, and this guy ran away immediately.