Deserted Island Live: Start with an island

"Patriarch, they are handed over to you."

Lin Chuan said.

The patriarch of the Busi tribe burst into tears, and their tribe untied the few people whose hearts had been pierced by thousands of arrows from the tree.

No interest.

I can't wait to kill the prisoners in front of me alive.

What moved him even more was that Lin Chuan was fine.

The moment the poisonous arrow went into the flesh, the patriarch felt that the world was dark.

Although it's really dark now, it's hard to see anything.

Lin Chuan nodded and ignored these people.

Lin Chuan's attention was no longer on those defeated generals.

He looked at the blowing arrow in his hand and was in a daze.

The structure of the blowgun is very special.

In the traditional primitive tribes with the ability to make weapons, blowing arrows are common weapons.

Generally, it is the core of a palm tree, which is accurately cut into two along the center line, and a ditch is scraped from the middle.

Merge it into one.

Among them, the blow darts are generally placed at the forefront with small arrows smeared with poison.

This kind of small arrow is also made of wood or bamboo.

According to Lin Chuan's point of view, the rough craftsmanship of these things can be known by thinking on your knees.

But this arrow is extremely delicate.

Just like the needles in the hospital, the workmanship is extremely fine.

He just said something was wrong.

How could ordinary rough blow darts penetrate so deep into the flesh.

"Modern craftsmanship..." Lin Chuan's heart trembled, and then he thought of someone.

Chen Qingqing.

Chen Qingqing had been active on this island, and knew about the Skeleton City from the mouth of the pirates.

Could it be that she taught this tribe this craft?

Chen Qingqing, her footsteps have covered the entire island.

"God, let's go back!" The patriarch said with a little sad voice, "It's not safe here."

After all, so many people died.

Lin Chuan nodded, and put the blowing arrow into his clothes.

Go back to the village first.

In the village, the women and the elderly have long been waiting.

The four-meter-five savage stood there and stood up happily when he saw Lin Chuan and the others returning.

The return of Lin Chuan means that the tribal crisis has been resolved.

The patriarch and several young people came back with a string of captives, and the Busi tribe cheered endlessly.

How miserable they were bullied by these tribes before, how happy they are now.

"Master Varu, Master Varu!"

"Carlodo, Moses Fa!"

"Hey, Bona~!"

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[Scatter flowers, sprinkle flowers!Victory! 】

【Oh, I'm so touched!I like this ending. 】

[Awesome, alas, the bad guys must die! 】

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The people of the Busi tribe held hands and formed a circle.

Just surround Lin Chuan and Agudo.

While cheering and dancing.

Simple primitive tribal style...

Lin Chuan's mind was always on the arrowhead, frosting the arrowhead and feeling its craftsmanship.

Lin Chuan felt more and more that the people in this tribe were related to Chen Qingqing.

And definitely close contact.

Chen Qingqing didn't teach the Busi people much, but made arrowheads for the people in that place.

And it's so well made.

Or maybe she didn't teach it, but those people learned it secretly.

In short, Lin Chuan had a hunch that if he wanted to know about Chen Qingqing, he must go to that tribe.

Chances are you'll find what the pirate called "Skeleton City."

And then... find her.

A bloody hand was placed on his shoulder.

Lin Chuan turned around, it was Agudo.