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Zhang Yu couldn't help but grit his teeth secretly as he looked at the corpse tied to the tree. At this moment, he heard footsteps behind him. Zhang Yu could tell without looking back that they were Qingluan's footsteps.

Qingluan quickly walked to Zhang Yu's side. After seeing the body, she couldn't help but said: "This... what is going on..."

"I think the people who came to the island before were captured by the Indians here and were tortured extremely cruelly." Zhang Yu said bitterly.

"Asshole!" Qingluan gritted his teeth and said, "These Indians really deserve to be killed! I don't think it matters whether they are here or not. Let's just go back and study with Kuanglong and wipe out all the natives here. Got it!"

"We can't act rashly. We don't know the opponent's strength. Even if we want to destroy them, we need to know ourselves and the enemy, so that we can fight without danger!" Zhang Yu said seriously: "I'm thinking, it's not that the higher ups don't want to destroy them. These people want to avenge our people. Firstly, they are anxious to find Shaowei Pavilion. Secondly, they do not know the abilities of the natives here and dare not act rashly. We are here to spy this time. In addition to looking for Shaowei Pavilion, we can also investigate , the strength of the indigenous people here.”

Hearing what Zhang Yu said, Qingluan couldn't help but look at Zhang Yu carefully.

Seeing Qingluan sizing him up, Zhang Yu said, "Why do you look at me like that?"

"It's really rare for a cultivator to be so calm. To be honest, I'm a little curious about your true identity now," Qingluan said.

Both of them wore Indian masks on their faces. No one could see the other's expression. All they could see was the other's gaze. Of course, even if you take off the Indian mask, you still have a human skin mask on your face. However, through Qingluan's eyes, Zhang Yu could see Qingluan's sincerity. Obviously, these words were not polite, but came from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you for the compliment. Maybe in the future, we can know each other's identities and become friends." Zhang Yu said with a smile.

"I believe we will become friends." Qingluan said sincerely again.

"Salad...salad..."

While the two were talking, Zhang Yu suddenly heard footsteps coming from above.

Zhang Yu quickly made a gesture of silence, and then said in a very low voice: "There are footsteps, let's find a place to hide first."

After speaking, he glanced around and pointed at a big tree on the side and behind.

Qingluan understood immediately, nodded slightly, and the two of them quickly ran towards the big tree together. It has to be said that Qingluan's strength is not ordinary. The two of them acted together without making any sound.

The two of them soon came behind the big tree and huddled under the tree. They were not in a hurry to look, but just listened.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and they were walking towards this direction. Zhang Yu could hear them clearly. In a short time, the footsteps came to the tree where he and Qingluan were standing.

With a "pop" sound, Zhang Yu clearly felt a fire light up in the darkness. He subconsciously stuck his head out and looked at the light. Just by looking at it, he could see a shirtless guy standing under the previous tree with very loose clothing around his waist.

This guy wears the iconic Indian hat on his head, the same as Zhang Yu's. Beside the man, there was a wooden stick stuck in the ground, and the fire was lit by the top of the stick.

Soon, Zhang Yu heard this guy make a strange sound, "###%%\u0026\u0026\u0026\u0026..."

Zhang Yu naturally couldn't hear what the voice meant, but soon, the translator in his ear came out with such a voice, "God above, I am your most devout believer, and now it's time to harvest." When the time comes, please grant me endless blessings and divine power..."

Immediately afterwards, the man moved, a bright sharp knife appeared in his hand, and he took a few steps to the body under the tree. He raised his hand and swiped the knife towards the corpse's neck, then took the knife back and inserted it into the waist. Then, the man stretched out his hands and slowly took down the human head nailed to the tree trunk.

Zhang Yu looked carefully and saw that the man took a few steps back and began to carefully play with the human head in his hands, as if he had obtained some treasure.

"Salad...salad..."

Just as the man was playing with the head, the sound of footsteps came over the mountain again. As soon as he heard the sound, Zhang Yu quickly retracted his body. Almost at the same time, someone on the other side also retracted his body, and the two people's bodies directly collided with each other.

Fortunately, their movements were very light, and even if they bumped into each other, they didn't make much noise. Zhang Yu turned around and saw that the person who bumped into him was naturally none other than Qingluan. Zhang Yu just poked his head out to look out, and Qingluan also poked his head out to check from the other side. Obviously, Qingluan also heard the footsteps and quickly retracted his body.

Both of them were wearing masks, so no one could see each other's expressions. They raised their hands to each other and made a silent gesture.

"Salad...salad..."

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the man under the tree seemed to hear the footsteps. He said, "Who!"

Zhang Yu could only understand this voice through a translator. If there is no translator, you will not know what the other party is saying.

Immediately, a similar voice sounded from above, and Zhang Yu also needed a translator to understand the other party's words, "It's me. Lu Xigan, what are you doing?"

"It turns out to be Obaru. What else can I do, of course, harvest this man's head." The man named Lu Xigan under the tree said.

The footsteps continued, and soon they reached the foot of the tree. The man who called Obaru said: "This man's head belongs to me, give it to me right away."

"Obalu, what do you mean by this? This man was captured by me. According to the rules, everything about him belongs to me, including his head." Lu Xigan's voice sounded a little angry.

"Under normal circumstances, it does belong to you, but the young chief has given me his head. You won't even ignore the young chief's words." O'Baru said proudly.

"What..." Lu Xigan was obviously shocked and continued: "You said that the young chief gave you this head. Why don't I know what proof you have?"

"Certificate! This is the voucher, you see..." Obalu said again very proudly.

He seemed to have taken out something. Zhang Yu and Qingluan were hiding behind the trees and did not poke their heads out to see. They had no idea what this guy had shown.

"This... this..." Lu Xigan was obviously surprised and said with grievance: "Obalu, how is this possible? Why did the young chief give you my trophies... This is against the rules... …”

"What are the rules? The young chief's words are the rules. I advise you to hand over the head in your hand to me as soon as possible. Otherwise, if the young chief is unhappy, I think you also know what will happen to you." Oba Lu said arrogantly.