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Hanzi has been here for a few days, because there is no difference between day and night, and he is exposed to the bloody sunshine every day. At this time, his skin is dark red. Of course, his face and height are totally different from those of these primitive savages.

After a long exchange of body language, the savages, convinced that he was a harmless lost man, invited him into the village.

At this time, there were about fifty or sixty savages, men, women, old and young, gathered at the entrance of the village. They all looked at the cold son with...