I have to admit that these natives are very familiar with this jungle.
Sunuo and Gu Chenglan ran away for so long, but they were only two hours away when they were finally caught.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the thatched cottages in the village look hazy in the rain, with an ancient and mysterious sense of gloom.
Gu Chenglan breathed a sigh of relief. At least Sunuo didn't have to get wet in the rain anymore.
Several indigenous people carried Gu Chenglan directly to the chief's house.
The chief's house is the largest and best in the village, but their roof is also the lowest.
There was a strong stench in the room, and the chief's wives were eating with their hands around a pot.
When the net bag was thrown to the ground, water splashed all over the ground and made a "snap" sound.
The chief seemed angry, roared twice, and hit one of the indigenous people on the head with his scepter, breaking the man's head.
Several indigenous people stepped forward obediently, cut the net bag open with knives, and released Gu Chenglan.
Gu Chenglan's tied hands and feet were numb. But he still wiped the rain off Sunuo's face immediately and brushed her messy hair behind her ears.
"Xiao Nuo, Su Xiaonuo, wake up." Gu Chenglan gently patted Su Nuo's face, but she didn't respond at all.
"You have touched the gifts presented to the gods!" the chief asked loudly, while raising his scepter and waving it towards Gu Chenglan.
Gu Chenglan knew that the so-called "gifts from God" were the corpses in the mezzanine of the roof. He shook his head: "I don't know, it should have been done by another person."
"Isn't he your companion? What he did is what you did." The chief was very angry. He felt that this man was quibbling.
"Then the son your wife gave birth to is the son of everyone in the village?" Gu Chenglan glared at the chief and ignored him.
Sunuo's condition was really not good, so Gu Chenglan took out the cold medicine and antipyretic medicine in her pocket, stuffed them into her mouth and fed them to her.
Then Gu Chenglan took out the compressed towel from his backpack, opened it and dried Suno's hair.
"What is that?" The chief was shocked when he discovered that a hard object as big as a wild cat's paw turned into a large soft towel after opening it.
"Here you go." Gu Chenglan took out another compressed towel from his backpack and threw it to the chief, but he did not forget to warn: "Once you open it, you can't put it back. It's just a one-way magic."
"Oh, I understand." The chief held the small, stiff compressed towel with a confused look on his face.
He wanted to open it now and watch it turn into a soft ball in his palm.
But I'm also afraid that this kind of magic that can only be used once will lose its effectiveness after being used, and I won't be able to see it again.
"Do you still have this thing?" the chief asked eagerly.
"Yes, but you have to ensure our safety." Gu Chenglan said, "And I didn't touch God's gift, do you understand?"
"Yes, my son can only be my son. What your companions do has nothing to do with you." The chief now knows right from wrong.
But it was because of a compressed towel that he understood justice so well.
Gu Chenglan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took out two more compressed towels and threw them over.
They didn't bring much equipment, so they used compressed towels one by one and threw them away to reduce their burden.
Now it seems that I shouldn't have run away in the first place. Throwing a few compressed towels would have solved the problem.
(End of chapter)