Shen Lang nodded slightly, in a very good mood. Dusty ↗ ↙ Literature × Studies

Because of the successful capture of the deep-sea eel dragon, Shen Lang gave each crew member a bonus of 150,000 yuan.

The crew was about to jump up with joy, and when they met such a generous boss, everyone's faces were full of excitement and they worked harder.

In the evening, Shen Lang also held a small dinner party and celebrated warmly.

There are special cooks on this oceanographic survey ship, but because of the long ocean voyage, the food is refrigerated, but the flavor is not bad.

After the dinner, Shen Lang and Liu Xiaoxiao were on the deck with the sea breeze, holding each other's goblets full of red wine, chatting and drinking red wine.

"Shen Lang, now the matter is settled. Shall we leave now?" asked Liu Xiaoxiao.

Although the scenery on the sea is beautiful, it is a little tired of watching it for so long.

In addition, there are cannibals on the nearby island, Liu Xiaoxiao always feels thorns in her back, and she feels very uncomfortable.

"Give me two days, I still have some things to figure out about this island. Shen Lang Zhengse said.

The dried corpse on the island before made him very curious, and Shen Lang wanted to figure out something.

Now that he has broken through the late stage of the Questioning Realm, the Divine Illumination Sutra has also broken through the fifth layer, and his strength has increased by leaps and bounds. Before the dry corpse, Shen Lang was already confident that he could defeat that thing.

"Be careful. Liu Xiaoxiaodai frowned slightly, she didn't want a man to take that risk, but where could she control this man.

However, Liu Xiaoxiao also knows Shen Lang's temper and character, and men will not do things that he is generally not sure of.

"Don't worry. Shen Lang smiled and drank a glass of red wine in his hand.

Liu Xiaoxiao was already a little drunk, and her delicate cheeks were already full of redness.

Shen Lang helped her into the boat and into the room.

"Rest well. ”

Taking off the woman's coat and shoes, Shen Lang covered her with a blanket.

As soon as Shen Lang wanted to leave, he was grabbed by Liu Xiaoxiao by the corner of his clothes.

"Give me back"

Liu Xiaoxiao's face was flushed, her beautiful eyes were confused, she grabbed Shen Lang's collar and kissed her red lips.

The woman's action is really a bit of a domineering president's style, but the characters are reversed.

Liu Xiaoxiao hugged Shen Lang's waist and kissed very devotedly, even a little bit of wanton demand

Shen Lang was relatively restrained during this time, but a man is still a man after all, Liu Xiaoxiao took the initiative today, and it instantly ignited the fire in his heart.

While kissing the woman, Shen Lang took off the woman's lower skirt, revealing a snow-white slender **, and one hand ran along the inside of the smooth beautiful legs.

It's not the first time for the two, they are already familiar with each other, and Liu Xiaoxiao knows how to please men.

Shen Lang is getting stronger and stronger, but Liu Xiaoxiao is very scared in her heart, afraid that the man will leave her one day. I even feel that this day will come sooner or later.

Instead of thinking about it, it's better to enjoy the intimacy.

Liu Xiaoxiao kept asking for it, her beautiful eyes were moist and moist, and she soon fell into the man's offensive and couldn't extricate herself.

At noon the next day, Shen Lang got off the survey ship.

He came to the island alone and made his way cautiously to the center of the island.

The reason why he chose this time was that Shen Lang saw that there was smoke rising in the center of the island, and those cannibal natives were probably eating.

This time he came to the island, Shen Lang wanted to find out what the situation of the dried corpse was, and secondly, he wanted to find out what level of his combat power he had tried.

That dry corpse has no wisdom, Shen Lang is not worried about any danger, even if he is defeated, he will definitely be able to escape.

The island is large, and the entire island is covered by dense forests.

Shen Lang didn't know how many cannibals there were on this island, judging from the number of those natives he saw last time, there must be two hundred.

In the woods, Shen Lang came across some cannibal natives walking around, all of whom were strong and well-trained.

Shen Lang deliberately avoided these guys. Although he wanted to catch one and force him to find out where the feathered native was, he had to give up because of the language barrier.

In the slightly open woods, there are a number of low, single-storey houses made of rudimentary palm leaves and wood, many of which are found on the island.

It's noon, the same open-air square as before, and a group of natives are singing and dancing around a campfire.

A few captured antelopes, as well as a wild boar, were tied to a wooden frame.

Probably after the last attack, the cannibals here have become a lot more vigilant, and the square is patrolled by indigenous men all around.

However, for Shen Lang, this defense is useless.

Shen Lang hid in a tall tree in the distance, peeking at the scene on this side of the square.

I saw that a native wearing a bright feather walked to the center of the square, and it was the guy from before.

"Gurgling, gurgling," the man said in a big way.

The two indigenous men brought the black dried corpse from before, looking very careful.

This ritual seems to be the practice of these cannibal natives.

Shen Lang continued to peep. After the corpse was brought up, all the natives stopped singing and dancing and bowed down to the corpse.

The native with a bright feather knelt on the ground and shook the brass bell in his hand.

"Bell, bell!"

On the top of the heads of the antelope and wild boar carcasses on the wooden shelf, a trace of white gas came out and slowly floated into the mouth of the dried corpse.

Shen Lang's eyes shrank, and he found that the white gas coming out of the top of the animal's head was dense without people.

It is said in ancient books that people have three souls and six spirits. The soul is the "spirit" of man, and the spirit refers to the spirit that exists by attaching itself to the body.

Animals are not like people, they only have spirits, not souls. So it looks very thin.

The white gas that overflowed slowly drifted into the mouth of the dry corpse.

After the ceremony, the cannibal natives began to roast the meat, and the golden oil juice came out of the cooked leg of lamb, dripping in the flames, making a sizzling sound, and the aroma of the meat overflowed.

The two cannibal natives presented the largest and most delicious leg of lamb and respectfully handed it to the native, who wore a feather.

The guy with the feathers on his head is supposed to be the leader of the cannibals, and only he is entitled to the best piece of meat.

Just as the cannibal leader was nibbling on a leg of mutton.

"Drink!"

There was a low shout in the distance, and Shen Lang brandished the Starfall Knife and slashed out a knife qi.

All of a sudden.

"Poof!"

The sword qi pierced through the right arm of the cannibal leader who was eating a leg of mutton, and blood splattered.

"Ah!!h

The cannibal leader was swept away by the sword qi, and he hugged his bloody arm and let out a scream like killing a pig.

A group of cannibal natives who were eating were startled, and they all stood up and looked around.

That's when it happened.

Shen Lang performed a light skill, leaping from the woods like a bird, and swept towards the cannibal leader like lightning, his eyes locked on the brass bell on the man's waist.