Extraordinary Voyage Chapter 318: Peeling

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An aboriginal young man, half naked, with a deerskin robe and horns wrapped around his waist, did not carry a musket but a short bow of cedar, pushed the door and hurried in.

"What's the matter?"

Looking at the clansmen who ran in in a panic, the leader couldn't care about the presence of these guests, so he stood up and asked with a calm face.

"You...you better come and see for yourself!"

Looking at the guests in the longhouse, the young man was a little hard to tell. The situation this time was really weird.

"Sorry, guests! I have something to deal with first, and we will talk about it when I come back."

Said that Apsova had followed the young man who had come to report and hurried out of the long house, followed by the brown bear warrior named Uvakaza, who was as strong as a mountain.

Although Aiwen and the others do not understand aboriginal languages, seeing the performance of these people, they know that something unexpected must have happened.

"Mr. Director? How about we follow along and see?"

Neckardo, who has dealt with this tribe all the year round, can actually understand part of the Yucatan language, especially the word "hunting team" in it, which made him agitated all at once.

The fur trade does not need to encroach on the land. It is one of the rare businesses that allows colonists and indigenous people to coexist peacefully.

A large part of their fur business will fall on them. If there is a problem with the tribal hunting team, even if only part of it has a problem, it will inevitably affect the fur supply, thereby affecting their performance and company earnings!

Hearing Aiwen's proposal, Nekaduo did not hesitate to immediately lead Aiwen and the others to get up and follow.

Tattoo...Tattoo...

They rushed all the way, following Nekado through the side of the personnel on both sides who were still trading goods without being affected, until they reached the entrance of the camp.

I also saw the returning hunting team, the "hunting team" with only two people returning.

Smelt the familiar blood.

Ivan and Milan looked at each other, and at the same time felt something unusual.

"How did they come back? When did they come back?"

Staring at the two clansmen who fell on the ground, the tribal leader Apsova looked gloomy and whispered to the shirtless youth on one side.

"Just now, both of them came back by themselves. Several people who were on guard with me today saw it.

After the accident, there was no delay at all, I will notify you as soon as possible.

From when they came back to collapse at the door, no one had touched them. "

The young man in charge of today’s sentry post is only the first discoverer, and he knows no more than others. In a few words, everything he knows has been cleaned up.

Moving closer, Ivan carefully observed the two indigenous youths who had fallen to the ground, or the two... corpses who had been extremely angry for a while.

There is nothing else, but this is the first time I have seen this paradoxical way of death.

His face was extremely pale, but he smiled with satisfaction as if offering to God.

The **** animal leather pants are still worn around the waist, but the clothes on the upper body, including all the skin below the neck, are gone!

It is certain that the two of them have indeed come back all the way. From here, you can vaguely see the blood and footprints of them scattered on the ground in the forest.

But before they walked back to the camp, their blood was almost drained...

What is supporting them back here?

"Something seems to be pressed under their bodies?"

Aboriginal onlookers were about to step forward, but they were grabbed by the lean leader.

"Don't touch it!"

Then the leader personally took a long pole and cautiously stirred the bodies of the two who fell to the ground.

His....

His....

"Is it their own skin?!"

In the sound of inhaling air-conditioning, Ivan also saw the corpse turning over, revealing what they were pressing underneath.

It was the original skin on each of them, **** with pale yellow fat and connective tissue, which made the "kind" including Aiwen feel exceptionally uncomfortable.

However, this kind of scene is extremely scary in the eyes of ordinary people.

But it can be distinguished in the eyes of the old hunter. This is a very sophisticated skinning technique. After a few years, it is impossible to master it with hundreds of prey.

From their state, they can come back and guess by themselves strangely. Obviously, the very experienced hunters here cannot rule out... the two dead men themselves!

"There is still something!"

The leader opened their skins with a wooden pole, and there was another thing wrapped in it.

They may not recognize Iwen, who has just arrived in the New World, but the people here, including Nekado, are all very familiar with it.

Because those are two **** skins!

How could they not recognize it?

Because **** skins are the most important member of the New World fur trade.

There is even this saying in the countries of the Old Continent: "Owning a **** leather product is the proof of the status of a man or a woman in the upper class!"

Even many royal houses once issued an edict that **** skins could only be used exclusively by the royal family.

Even now, many countries still use **** hats as a sign of social status.

Besides, there are no such things as umbrellas in the countries of the Old World.

A felt hat made of waterproof **** skin is not easy to deform. It is not only a status symbol, but also serves as a rain gear.

The social atmosphere has gradually taken shape, and now every upper class person above the middle class is proud of owning a **** skin product.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the two **** skins wrapped in human skins are exactly the same in appearance, without even a trace of blood, they are perfect fur!

Even surrounded by such horrible scenes.

Among the indigenous people who have been dealing with fur all day in the crowd, some people can't help but exclaim:

"Ah! This is the first time I have seen such a beautiful fur. It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful!"

"Yes, I have been dealing with **** skins for 20 years, but I have never had this quality. Is there a group of babies in our hunting ground?"

"..."

Even the director who saw all this resisted the fear of the **** scene, and took two steps forward slightly, murmured in his mouth with strange eyes: "If you can make this kind of **** skin into a gorgeous piece The furs of the United States are dedicated to Her Majesty the Queen. It’s not a dream to return to China to serve as a company executive, right?"

Without noticing the reaction of the people next to them, the attention of the two wizards, Milan and Irvine, has been all focused on the two "perfect" **** skins.

"Aven, the tribal leader's handling is correct.

Two **** skins with a terrible curse! If you touch it directly with your hands, something bad will happen.

Maybe these two aboriginals' strange ways of death came from this. "

Through the connection of mind, Milan quietly told Aven his thoughts.

It is Milan's specialty to see the truth through the fog. The moment he saw the two **** skins, his [Spiritual Detection] and [Spiritual Warning] had already given him very clear signals.

And he felt that the tribal leader who seemed ordinary and even a little skinny might not be an ordinary person.

This way of dealing with "weirds" can't be explained clearly with caution alone, at least it should be an apprentice-level spellcaster who has opened up a spiritual vision or possesses similar abilities!

"Human skins and **** skins? The walking dead? Is this a warning of an unknown existence?"

After the preliminary inspection of the bodies of the two deceased, Apsova's face was solemn, and he had guessed that there might be a problem with the hunting ground that produces **** skins, an important material.

Especially this kind of weird change...it seems a bit familiar.

Apsova, who has lived in this land for many years, vaguely thinks of a strange legend circulating among the Atrian hunters, and...

"There were five people who went to the hunting ground today. Now there are two people here. Where are the other three people?

Maybe... they may not be dead yet.

Uvakaza, get ready. You and I will take a trip to Lengshui River. "

The lean leader gave a word to the "Brown Bear Warrior" beside him, then turned to Nekado, who had been very unexpectedly approaching him, and said:

"Sorry friend, I cannot entertain you anymore. As you can see, I need to confirm the safety of other people.

I may have a general idea about the root cause of the matter, and we will take care of the rest, and it should not affect our subsequent transactions. "

But he just finished speaking.

Nicardo, who seems to be pampered, is uncharacteristically resolute and authentic:

"For the friendship between us, I will go with you! The guards I brought are equipped with the most advanced weapons and should be able to help."

"Huh?"

Ivan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he keenly noticed that the director's state was wrong. When did this kind of civilian administrative staff have such courage? Especially facing this kind of weird incident that reveals evil.

However, he did not object.

Because from these two "beaver skins", Ivan vaguely sensed the smell of a certain soul.

Although there may be a certain danger, my spirituality has not been too strong for warning, at least far from the strong reaction when I heard those horror legends in "Fox, Badger, and Honey Tavern".

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What's more, it is much better to have the tribal leader, the snakehead, than to go deep inland to pursue those weird existences.

Hearing the director's volunteering, Apsova only hesitated for a while, and Apsova agreed. Of course, the more reinforcements, the better.

Only one word to my own people:

"No one is allowed to touch them until we come back."

Then he carried a colorful Atrian tambourine on his back and rushed out of the tribe with a white oak cane.

Behind the leader.

The "Brown Bear Warrior" Uvakaza, Director Nekado, Iwen, the natives with a total of ten each, and the Falettis guards followed in turn.

The time at this time is 4:15 PM New World Time...