The days when my female colleague and I survived in the wilderness

We made fish soup for dinner, and we found a lot of sage vines during this period of time. Xiao Qiang and the others used kelp and some seafood picked up from the sea, and then put some sage vines into the stewed soup. The taste is also delicious. Very delicious.

It's just that this female aborigine is obviously out of tune with us, and maybe she also knows that the conflict between us cannot be settled with a sentence or two.

We brought her back this time out of benevolence and morality, and we didn't want her to die like this.

And I can feel that this female aboriginal seems to be very wary of all of us.

Fortunately, she just sat there all the time, silently, but there was a moment when people didn't notice her existence.

Xiao Qiang and the others all went to the mountain to sleep at night, and one of the gringos and I kept watch.

The gringo was obviously a little tired, leaning against the rock with his eyes closed, not sure if he was resting.

There is still our big iron pot on the campfire shelf, and there is soup in it, and I have to put some fresh water in it from time to time, so that it can be eaten directly when I wake up tomorrow morning, and it also saves Xiao Qiang and the others.

The female aborigine is holding the fishing rod in her hand, which was dried by us before. To be honest, the taste of this sea fish is very fishy, ​​and the taste is even worse after drying.

According to what Chen Jian said before, no one would eat such strange things in a hurry if they were not facing starvation to death.

The dried sea fish was given to her by a female colleague.

The female aborigine didn't refuse, she just took it, she took small mouthfuls of food, but didn't make a sound, seeing her pitiful appearance, I couldn't help but soften my heart.

After all, we are all human beings. Although we have different positions and races, life is worthy of respect.

Xiao Qiang and the others were not there, only me and that foreigner were left, so I was the only one who could do the soup.

I took out a clay bowl from the side, filled a bowl of soup, walked to the female native, bent down and handed the bowl to her.

"I don't know if you can understand what I'm saying, but eat something."

After hearing what I said, the aborigine suddenly raised her head, and only then did I see her face clearly.

There is a pair of big watery eyes on the palm-sized face. Although the complexion is a bit dark, it looks very delicate, and it should not be very old.

After she looked at me very puzzled, she took the bowl carefully, and finally she took a sip, with a joyful expression in her eyes.

Then she looked at me, and suddenly said two words: Mucuo.

This was a mouthful, and at the very beginning, I didn't understand what she meant.

But after she finished the soup, she repeated it again in a low voice.

I looked at this female aborigine in confusion, and then asked tentatively: "You mean your name is Mucuo, right?"

The female aborigine nodded, and I couldn't help being a little surprised: "Can you understand me?"

The female aborigine nodded again, and now I was even more surprised. I never thought that this female aborigine could understand Mandarin!

A desire to communicate with her suddenly surged in my heart, because I always wanted to know what the name of this deserted island was.

And why do these indigenous people attack us again and again?

Also, did they do the previous wildfire?

These things have been going back and forth in my mind for a long time, and I have never been able to get an answer.

But now I find that this female aborigine can communicate with me, does that mean that I will have an answer today to the things that have troubled me for so long?

I was afraid of scaring the female aborigine, so I sat half a meter away from her and looked at her.

"Then let me ask you, who is that person who attacked you in the woods today?"

The female aborigine looked at me with a painful expression in her eyes. Obviously, she must have thought of the situation when her companion died tragically just now.

Although I know that such a question is very cruel, but in this case, if I can't know the origin of the attacks on these aborigines, then I have no way to protect myself.

So no matter from which aspect, I must clearly know the whole story of this matter.

The female aborigine was stunned for a long time before she said softly, "That's a group of devils."

This time she spoke a lot of words, and I finally understood. In fact, she spoke with a very strong and strange smell, as if she had a unique local accent in some remote mountainous areas.

But it’s okay to think about it, these local famous people must have their unique communication methods, but he can speak these Mandarin is enough to surprise me.

It's just that I don't understand what a group of devils means.

"Then why did they attack you?"

After hearing my words, the female aborigine took a deep breath: "For the stone!"

Now I'm even more confused.

It is said that people die for money, and birds die for food. If these people who attacked the aborigines, that is, the people called devils by this female aboriginal, the purpose of coming to this deserted island is the same as that of Xiao He and the others. Those who come to pan for gold, or want to dig that jade mine, I understand very well.

But she was talking about stones?

This place is not shit, what kind of people would come here from a thousand miles just for a stone?

I couldn't help being puzzled in my heart, but at the same time I kept guessing that maybe this female aborigine still couldn't express what she was thinking well.

It is also possible that this stone is just a transliteration from what I heard.

I paused, and continued to look at her: "The wildfire that happened in the woods a while ago, but you did it?"

When it comes to the originally painful expression of the female aborigine here, she suddenly becomes a little desperate, and I can see that she is very panicked, because the dried fish in her hand has been unknowingly exerted force. It broke in half and fell on the sand.

But this female aborigine didn't realize it. She looked at me coldly, and the expression in her eyes became extraordinarily frightened. After a long time, she said in a trembling voice.

"It's the gods who are punishing you, and you are the ones who brought the disaster!"

Now I am even more confused. It has been two years since we came to this deserted island. I really can’t imagine why this disaster will appear at this time, and the wildfire at that time was so dangerous. What's more, why did the punishment burn up here?

God...

There is still a god in this place?

Since it is a god, it doesn't save all sentient beings, but kills us?

If the gods really want to punish us, why not just send a thunderbolt and kill us all, wouldn't it be easier?

And I don't believe that there are any gods in this place, so what is this so-called god?