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The curvature of the branches was very flexible, and the dense branches and leaves stacked layer by layer kept out the wind and rain.
However, the space was small and there was no ventilation. It was damp and dim inside. Joyce’s sluggish face was pale and miserable. The feeling of being cold, thirsty, and hungry became more unbearable as she woke up.
`I’m still stuck in this hellhole?!‘ Her fingers clenched so tightly that her fingertips went white. The man stepped forward to touch her, but Joyce screamed and dodged.
When she turned her head, she saw dozens of identically dressed men not far away. They looked fierce with deep, protruding features.
They looked like the indigenous people she saw in documentaries. Her heart sank deeper like it was falling into an abyss. W-Where the hell am I?!’ When Joyce saw the situation, a fierce chill went down her spine.
‘Are these the people who carried me here by my limbs?’ The tribal people stacked up firewood in front of them. There was a strong man who looked like their chief sitting there.
The others took slender pieces of wood and rubbed the sticks on a thick, dry log. Soon, the bottom of the stick began to smoke. As the fire gradually grew, it was placed on another pile of dried leaves.
The fire spread immediately as the firewood burned swiftly. `Rubbing sticks for fire? A primitive civilization?’ Disbelief was written all over Joyce’s face. `God must be playing a huge prank on me!
Joyce did not want to stay in this hellhole a moment longer! Before she could sink deeper in despair, she saw one of the burly men pointing with his finger in the direction of where Joyce was.
Then, he pointed at the fire and to his mouth, making an eating gesture. Even a fool would be able to understand what that meant.
These indigenous people were going to roast her! What rotten luck! Joyce trembled in panic and raised her eyes to look at the man who was watching her.
She revealed a smile that looked worse than a frown. “Sorry for the trouble. Bye now!” Joyce rolled to her feet and ran, but before she could take two steps, she tripped and fell over the many sticks and branches littered on the ground. She was already very dizzy and feverish, and only managed to feel slightly better after some sleep.
After the fall, her mind went completely blank. Joyce laid on the ground and did not come back to her senses for a long time… Another man saw the situation and went over to another man that was wearing shoes, gibbering and gesticulating.
Wait. Although the shoes worn by that man in front of her were covered in so much mud that she could not tell what they originally looked like, the shoes had laces! This was a primitive tribe.
How did he get shoes with laces? Joyce’s eyes lit up. With a surge of strength that came out of nowhere, she suddenly climbed up to tug his shoes. The man was tall and sturdy, so how could Joyce possibly shake him? She saw the vague trademark.
La Sportiva, a top Italian brand in the world. Their outdoor sports equipment was world-famous. Is someone like me stranded here too?’ Joyce subconsciously looked up to see the man.
She could not see his facial features since it was painted with lots of markings, but his eyes twinkled brightly as he winked and smiled at her.
Once their eyes met, she suddenly had a strong sense of familiarity… “You’re…” A fake native! Before she could finish, someone suddenly approached her and roughly yanked her by the arm, dragging her towards the fire.
Never in her wildest dreams did she expect to be roasted and eaten by a cannibal tribe! “Nonono… Help…” She screamed as more and more people gathered.
She glanced around and could no longer tell which one was the fake native she saw earlier! Surrounded by the thick jungle, the sky was dim, and in the surrounding darkness, the distant sea breeze howled like a wild beast crouching in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to devour everything. The bonfire burned brightly as the group of indigenous people stared at her like prey.
Although they were of varying heights, they were all mostly naked and grimy.
Their faces were painted with various colors, and the lower half of their bodies were covered with a simple skirt made of branches and leaves. They looked extremely terrifying and fierce.
They looked like indigenous people who she had only seen on TV.
“Hello? Annyeonghaseyo? Bonj our? Konnichiwa? Hola?” 1 Joyce tried saying hello in sixteen languages, but the people in front of her did not respond and merely babbled on in another language.
Their non-responsiveness was despairing! Where was that fake native who wore shoes earlier? Joyce did not know if she had misheard, but among the exchange of gibberish, she suddenly heard a distinct snicker.
That gloating laugh was clearly something that could only come from city folk like her. She snapped her head up and looked into a pair of bright eyes.
Before she had time to rejoice, several men lifted her and headed in the direction of the bonfire.
She felt terribly cold. Only one thought ran through her mind. ‘Are they really going to roast me alive?! “Cannibalism is illegal!” Joyce yelled in horror as the men suddenly let go and dropped her to the ground.
She did not care about the pain she felt. Just as she was about to stand up, she saw the men surrounding her while holding branches that were lit with fire that they had picked up from the bonfire.
The circle was small, but gradually, more people joined the circle, making it larger and larger. The indigenous people held torches and formed a circle as they sang and danced around her.
It was an extremely strange sight. Joyce felt more and more panicked. Every time she tried to run out of the circle, the group waved their torches at her, forcing her back into the middle.
They would not let her out. As the temperature rose, the flames licked at her body and the smoke caused her to cough incessantly. Joyce was running in circles frantically. She simply did not know what to do. ‘Somebody… Save In…
Joyce coughed violently while covering her nose and mouth.
Tigger, who had been quietly playing dead, scratched at her pocket. “Mama, I searched my database. It’s some kind of ancient sacrificial ritual.”
Joyce’s heart went cold at the words. ‘Am I really going to die?!’ “Tigger, you’re a tiger, right? Can you pounce out and bite them?” Tigger was silent for a few seconds before speaking cutely.
“Molly Stewart gave me zoo/o aggressiveness in her original design, but after the Great Ood Maverick remodeled me, my aggressiveness became zero.
Nama, you can pounce and bite them yourself…” ‘.i ‘ » ›. Joyce was speechless.
‘Haha… I’ve just been dissed by a stupid tiger…’ She was just about to ask Tigger where she could run to when the people around her suddenly stopped singing and dancing.
Their expressions turned serious. Joyce immediately shut her mouth. She could not let them notice Tigger’s presence.
Otherwise, she would even lose the only person (tiger) she could talk to! Just then, everyone stopped talking and tilted their head back to look at the sky with strange expressions.
It was so quiet that only the crackling of the firewood could be heard. Ct sounded very eerie, scary, and chilling.
Just then, the leader of the group with a scepter in hand took a few steps back, opening up a gap in the circle.
An older woman with a winged face came in holding a large leaf with beth lands.
The woman looked at Joyce, put the leaf in front of her, and said something Joyce did not understand.
Then, the woman pointed to the items on the ground and back to her mouth, making a gesture of eating. She untied the tough branches that restrained Joyce’s wrists, then walked away.
The people around Joyce formed a circle around het again. Everyone quietly looked at Joyce in the center of the circle. Countless eyes stared at her like wild beasts in the dark.
Joyce looked dowri. What was on the leaf were dried meat, dried fish, as well as two wild fruits. Her stomach growled instantly. She had not eaten for several days. She swallowed her saltva.