1649: C1649 Wealthy Marriage 1576

C1649 Wealthy Marriage 1576

4Ding Yiyi stood in the doorway for a moment, suppressing the urge to vomit with all her might. She leaned her knees forward and climbed up the short staircase, smiling at the woman.

The woman moved, her petite body crawling past Ding Yiyi, her body smelling strongly. She went to close the door, blocking out the sunlight.

The space was much larger than he had expected, but there was nothing in it, only a pile of rags and a long-leafed plant in the left corner.

The black woman looked away, as if she was afraid to obstruct her vision. Her eyes were cautious and cautious. When she saw Ding Yiyi's clothes, she was also a little curious.

"Hello." Ding Yiyi knew that she might not understand, but she still greeted him anyway. Otherwise, she would have thought that he was being a good boy.

The woman looked at her with her thick, flesh-colored lips moving up and down. Ding Yiyi saw it and tentatively asked, "You understand."

"One." The woman spoke, her words slurred, as if she were holding a packet of saliva in her mouth.

Ding Yiyi was very happy. Even the stench was not as unpleasant as before. "Do you live here?" You're the only woman. "

The woman nodded, and the bronze ring in the corner of her eye wavered slightly.

"The chief of the tribe is your husband?" Ding Yiyi thought that besides the chief of the tribe, this woman was the second person who could communicate with modern people.

The woman shook her head. "All of them."

"All of them? "Does that mean all the men here are your husbands?"

The black head nodded again, and the bronze bracelet also shook for a moment, then stopped.

"And the child? They are also your children. "

As expected, the bronze bracelet trembled once more.

Not only did this village preserve an ancient lifestyle, but it also inherited the disdain left over from the women's history. There was only one woman, probably to maintain the closeness of the tribe, just like the tigers, who only had one king. This ancient tribe shared one woman, no, it was more like sharing a tool for reproduction.

Ding Yiyi felt that she could neither speak nor speak, while the other person just sat there quietly. She was used to giving in, and even admitted the rationality of such submission in her mind.

"Crap." She suddenly opened her mouth and pointed to the door, and then to Ding Yiyi.

Ding Yiyi didn't know what she was talking about and could only look at her speechlessly. The other party seemed to have given up as well. She only wanted to say this one time before sitting back down quietly.

It was already nightfall outside. Dongqing had been sitting on the front steps of the banana house, looking at the small house not far away.

His hands naturally rested on his knees. His fingers, which had been scratched by the branches of the trees, were slightly bent, revealing a hint of red in the wound.

He moved, and so did his knuckles. His wrist felt cold, even though it was where the blood was concentrated. He stared at his wrist for a moment, as if he was feeling something, and then put it down.

It was the leader of the tribe who knew English. He walked up to him with his protruding coccyx and slightly contracted belly and said, "The day after tomorrow, challenge the rules."

"Why the day after tomorrow?" Dongqing cautiously grasped all the information he felt he needed to grasp.

The old leader did not seem surprised that he would ask such a question. He pointed his withered finger towards the sky. "Moon."

Dongqing understood that in ancient times, whether it was the west or the east, they were used to seeing the moon as an essential part of a ritual.

The moon, or evil, or justice, is the special meaning of human affluence, and man, having gained the special meaning of the moon, forces himself to obey the rules he has created.

"Got it." he said.

In the middle of the night, a door opened and the sound of someone vomiting was especially quiet in the dark night.

Ding Yiyi was squatting in the corner. Her stomach, which had never eaten anything before, was still spasming. A pair of invisible hands were tugging at her stomach.

After spitting out the sour water, her stomach finally felt better. She greedily breathed in the air outside. The woman who had blended in with the darkness quietly hid in the room and watched over her.

"Mushroom?" She pointed at Ding Yiyi's stomach.

What should he do? Is it the child's idea here? Ding Yiyi patted her belly and nodded.

Suddenly, a rustling sound was heard. The woman's expression changed, and she quickly hid into a dark corner without making a sound.

The sharpened wood was pointed at Ding Yiyi's back, and the tip of the wood had already slightly pierced her skin. She had no doubt that if she took off her clothes, the place would have already turned black.

It was a bunch of aboriginals, their eyes bright in the dark. Ding Yiyi turned her head to look for Dong Qing.

Thankfully, Dongqing had also seen this and was running towards them at full speed. The old chief was nowhere to be seen.

The natives, who didn't understand English, didn't touch Ding Yiyi. They just held sharp pieces of wood against her back and pushed her forward.

Ding Yiyi tried to take a step forward, but the sharpened wood stopped, and as soon as she stopped, the sharpened wood pressed against her back.

"What are you all doing!" Dong Qing angrily flipped over one of them and tried his best to push his way to Ding Yiyi's side.

Two of the younger, stocky natives grabbed him by the shoulders and tried to pull him away.

The sound of a gunshot alarmed this ancient village. The aboriginals heard the gunshot and stared at the sky and the dark forest with a baffled expression, carefully searching for the source of the sound they had never heard before.

Dongqing was breathing heavily, her index finger still on the trigger. He didn't want to use the gun, at least not here, but for some reason, he felt uncomfortable as soon as he saw the sharp piece of wood pressed against Ding Yiyi's back.

"Let him go." He said coldly.

The aboriginals stood there in confusion. They couldn't understand his words, but they could understand the expression on his face. In addition to that strange thing that could emit strange sounds, the entire place went silent for a moment.

Suddenly, the crowd roared again. The old chief walked over with his palms raised high and his palms facing outwards. His hands were trembling as he quickly said something in an ancient language that he did not understand.

Ding Yiyi felt the wood against her back loosen up a lot. She rushed forward and ran towards Dong Qing's side with great agility.

As soon as her hand touched the hem of his shirt, it was seized. The hand was so tight that she couldn't help but look at it more closely.

"Take us to the entrance of the rules." Dongqing shook the pistol in her hand, purposely wanting to pull the trigger in front of the old chief. The old man could understand the meaning of this gesture.

Ding Yiyi's stomach, which had just calmed down a moment ago, started churning again as she covered her mouth and retched.

"Kindness of the wood!"

"Kindness of the wood!"

The faint voices gradually grew stronger, and the aboriginals' expressions became truly terrified. Their eyes looked towards the nearest person, as if they were sure they had heard correctly.

"Is she pregnant?" The old aboriginal finally spoke.

Dongqing hesitated, not knowing if she should nod her head. Clearly, from their expressions, the matter of getting pregnant was not good news at all.

"Right."

Ding Yiyi straightened herself and looked at the old man. "I'm pregnant."

The old man's stomach was contracting intensely, as if he was blowing air into a ball. The huge pattern on his belly started to get smaller and bigger at times.

"A disaster, a disaster." The old man grumbled, and Dongqing heard him. He frowned and tried to reach for Ding Yiyi again, but the two hands ran away.

He was stunned for a moment, and an uncomfortable feeling welled up in his heart. Very soon, that uncomfortable feeling was suppressed by him.

The old chief savored the meaning behind her words word by word for word. After a few seconds, the lines on his belly quieted down. "She stays. I will bring you to the Endless World."

Dong Qing subconsciously looked at Ding Yiyi, who was also looking at her, a trace of worry in her eyes.

His wrist was ice-cold, and the blood in his veins seemed to have frozen up.

His brain and even his mental state didn't have much of an emotional reaction. He lightly nodded his head, but then said, "Okay." But he couldn't say it.

"That girl called Ao Yu is really important to you." Ding Yiyi suddenly said, her tone was as though she was chatting with someone else.

The confusion in Dong Qing's eyes became more and more intense. However, the fierce stares from his surroundings caused him to bury his confusion deeply in the depths of his consciousness.

He looked at her deeply. "Probably."

Ding Yiyi took in a deep breath and let it out. She could already see the decision in his eyes, so she didn't say anything more.

"Let's go." She was the first to turn around, the tip of the stick once again stabbing into her back.

The old chief walked in front of Dongqing, half turned, as if silently urging him to leave.

As she walked further and further away, her footsteps seemed to become more and more awkward due to the disarray of the forest. The natives with protruding tailbones cautiously surrounded her.

"She's going to die." He asked softly, but before anyone could reply, he immediately said, "Don't tell me."

His mind had never been so clear and tense before. He took two steps forward and suddenly stopped, covering his chest with his hands.

There was a healthy heart there that hadn't had a problem for decades, but now there was some jumbled pain, as if something had mixed in.

The sound of footsteps could no longer be heard. He took a step forward and followed the old chief.

Ding Yiyi tried to think of another way to escape. These natives had lived in the forest for a long time, and they had probably killed a lot of people who were trying to get to the Paradise.

These people didn't know the modern language and hated women. As long as they ran away, the consequences of being caught wouldn't be too good. However, because these people couldn't understand the modern language, they could only think of one way to escape.

As Ding Yiyi raised her head, she saw the dried corpse of the Banyan tree when she first arrived on the island. The pieces of clothing wrapped around the corpse swayed in the wind.

Ding Yiyi's back was stabbed again, and she let out a groan of pain. She could only keep moving forward.

She thought that even if these people wanted to harm her, they would probably need to find a specific place. It was just like how the ancient Emperor's Priests could only play a role in a specific place, these natives definitely had a fixed place to deal with people.

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