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An aboriginal youth who was 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 happened?"

Seeing the clansmen who ran in in a panic, the leader no longer cared about the presence of these guests, so he stood up and asked calmly.

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

Glancing 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."

Saying that Apsova had followed the young man who came to report the news, he hurried out of the long house, and the brown bear warrior named Uvakaza, who was as strong as a mountain, followed closely.

Although Aiwen and the others did not understand the aboriginal language, seeing the performance of these people, they knew that something unexpected must have happened.

"Mr. Director? Should we follow along and see?"

Nekado, 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 instantly excited.

The fur trade does not need to encroach on land, and 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, and then affect 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.

Step on... Step on...

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, a "hunting team" with only two people returning.

Smell the familiar blood.

Aiwen 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 had a gloomy face 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 inform you as soon as possible.

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

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

Moving a little 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 was nothing else, but this was the first time I saw this paradoxical way of death.

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

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

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

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

What is supporting them to come back here?

"Something seems to be pressed under their bodies?"

A native of onlookers was about to step forward, but was grabbed by the lean leader.

"do not touch!"

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

hiss....

hiss....

"Is it their own skin?!"

In the sound of inhaling air-conditioning, Ivan also saw the body 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.

But this kind of scene looks terrifying to ordinary people.

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

And from their state, they can come back and guess strangely. The very experienced hunters here obviously can't rule out... the two dead 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 Aven who has just arrived in the New World, but the people here, including Nekado, are very familiar.

Because those are two **** skins!

How could they not recognize it?

Because **** leather is 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 a man or a woman's status in the upper class!"

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

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

In addition, the countries in the Old World don't have such things as umbrellas.

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

And if you look closely, you will find that the two **** skins wrapped in human skins are exactly the same in appearance, without even a trace of blood stains, they are perfect and flawless fur!

Even surrounded by such terrifying 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 such qualities. Is there a bunch of babies coming to our hunting ground?"

"..."

Even the director who saw all this resisted the fear of the **** scenes, and took two steps forward slightly, murmured in his mouth with strange eyes: "If you can make such a **** skin into a gorgeous fur To Her Majesty, it’s not a dream to return to China as a senior company, right?”

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

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

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

Perhaps these two natives' strange ways of death came from this. "

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

Seeing the truth through the fog is Milan's specialty. 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 or even a little skinny might not be an ordinary person.

This way of dealing with "weirds" can't be explained clearly with just caution, 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 some unknown existence?"

After the preliminary examination 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.

Especially this kind of weird change... it seems a bit inexplicable familiarity.

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 that hunting ground today. Now there are two people here. Where are the other three?

Maybe... they may not be dead yet.

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

The lean leader said to the "brown bear warrior" next to him, and turned to Nekado, who had been very unexpectedly approaching, and said:

"Sorry friends, I can't entertain you anymore. As you can see, I need to confirm the safety of other people.

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

But he just finished speaking.

The seemingly pampered Nicardo, but uncharacteristically, is very determined and authentic:

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

"what?"

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

But he did not object.

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

Although there may be certain dangers, his spirituality has not been too strong for warning, at least far from the strong reaction when he heard those scary legends in "Fox, Badger, and Honey Tavern".

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

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

Just one command to my own people:

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

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

Behind the leader.

"Brown Bear Warrior" Uvakaza, Director Nekado, Iwen, the natives, each with a total of ten people, followed by the Falitis guards.

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