Chapter 328 Fire Festival

"Don't worry, he's not possessed by a demon, but has a disease. I'm a doctor and can cure his illness."

As Ye Bufan spoke, his hands moved like lightning, and he quickly inserted the silver needles into more than a dozen major acupoints on the little boy's body.

As the silver needles were inserted, the little boy's body stopped twitching and he no longer foamed at the mouth.

Everyone around slowly gathered, pointing at Ye Bufan, obviously very curious about his treatment method.

The people here live in a very primitive way, have little contact with the outside world, and have never seen traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture.

Just then, Henry's phone rang. After he answered the call, his expression changed drastically, and he said to Master Ye, "Master Ye, this is bad, something happened to Cao Xiaowan."

Ye Bufan asked, "What happened?"

Henry said, "I heard that the plague at the Zuma Tribe headquarters is very serious, and many people have contracted this very special infectious disease, and even the chief's mother was not spared.

There are many doctors there helping with the treatment, but there is no effect.

Just now, the Great Wizard of the tribe told Galincha, the chief, that this is not an ordinary plague, but the wrath of the Witch God, bringing disaster to the Zuma Tribe, and that living sacrifices must be used to overcome this calamity.

The chief believed it deeply and has prepared 100 living people for sacrifice, and Cao Xiaowan is one of them."

Ye Bufan's expression changed. After coming to Africa and toiling for so long, he finally had news of Cao Xiaowan. He couldn't possibly bring back a dead person.

He asked, "When is the sacrifice?"

"It's tonight. We must go immediately, otherwise it will really be too late."

"Alright, let's go now."

After Ye Bufan finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and withdrew all the silver needles from the little boy's body. Although the illness had not been completely cured, there would be no life-threatening danger in a short period of time, and he could only wait until later.

The group hurriedly got into the Humvee and drove towards the location of the Zuma Tribe.

As the sun set and night fell, tens of thousands of Zuma Tribe members gathered at the foot of a large mountain.

This is the location of the Zuma Tribe headquarters. The large mountain behind it is called the Sacred Mountain by the local people. At the foot of the mountain stands a tall statue more than 30 meters high. Every time the tribe holds a sacrifice, it is held here.

At this moment, in front of the statue is a tall altar, where 100 crosses have been erected, each with a woman tied to it, and a large pile of firewood placed at their feet.

According to the Great Wizard of the tribe, women are the best offerings to the Witch God, and the best

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way of sacrifice is fire sacrifice.

These women have different skin colors, including white, black, and yellow.

On one of the crosses in the center was tied a very beautiful white woman, with a curvaceous and incredibly sexy figure.

Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her delicate face glowed under the moonlight, her eyes filled with unwillingness and anger.

Next to her was a yellow-skinned woman, her face pale, her eyes filled with despondency and despair. It was none other than the once arrogant Cao Xiaowan.

At this moment, Cao Xiaowan could not describe her feelings. When she was in China, she had always dreamed of marrying a foreign man, believing that Chinese men were simply unworthy of her noble self.

Later, she met Kanu and even dreamed of becoming a princess, but only when she arrived here did she realize that everything was a nightmare.

Compared to this place, China was simply a paradise for women, while this place was Hell for women.

After getting off the plane, Kanu took off his mask, first tore off her passport, and then took her back to his home in the tribe.

Only then did she discover that this man already had four wives before, and his purpose in bringing her back was only one: to sell her body for money.

From then on, she began a nightmarish life: extremely poor sanitary conditions, unpalatable food, daily beatings and scoldings, and having to entertain dozens of guests at least, it was simply worse than death.

And all this was not over. Tonight, she was suddenly chosen by the tribe and tied to a cross, rumored to be sacrificed alive to the Witch God here.

Regret! Endless regret!

Cao Xiaowan was filled with endless regret. Originally, she was a high and mighty princess in China, with countless suitors. But because of her stubbornness and her high and mighty feminism, she ultimately ruined herself completely.

If she were given another chance to start over, she would never make such a choice again, but would cherish the rare life she once had.

None of this was "if," everything was too late. In a short while, she would be burned alive.

In front of the altar was a fiercely burning bonfire, surrounded by tens of thousands of Zuma Tribe members. Leading them was a Middle-aged Man of about 50, the chief of the Zuma Tribe, Galincha.

Here, the chief's power was comparable to that of an emperor in feudal society, holding the lives and deaths of all his tribesmen in his hands.

Standing in front of Galincha was a person completely wrapped in a black robe, holding a crystal ball staff in his left hand, and a large snake as black as ink coiled around his waist. He was the Great Wizard of the tribe

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.

No one knew his true identity, only that he was the high and mighty Great Wizard, the spokesperson of the Witch God, with unfathomable power.

At this moment, he faced Galincha and said in a hoarse voice, "Respected Chief, the Witch God has just conveyed his will to me, telling me that our sacrifice should begin.

As long as these 100 women are offered to the Witch God, the tribe's disaster will naturally be lifted."

"Release them, quickly release our president, you ignorant people!"

With a shout, several white men rushed in from outside, led by a Big Beard.

He shouted angrily at Galincha, "We are members of the World Medical Association, and we are here to provide you with assistance, to treat your tribesmen.

But how can you treat us like this? You even want to sacrifice our president. Do you have any conscience?"

A Big Beard next to him also shouted, "What era is this? Why are you still so ignorant? What you have here is an unknown virus, not an angered god at all.

You must believe in medicine; only modern medicine can save you!"

"How dare you! How dare you speak to the Chief like that? Do you believe I won't chop you down right now?"

The speaker was a tall and strong black man, holding a large, gleaming saber.

The Big Beard stopped the angry Big Beard and said to Galincha again, "Chief, we mean no offense, but you must release our president."

At this moment, he was depressed to death. As members of the World Medical Association, they had always received the best treatment and respect wherever they went.

But it was different here. They had originally heard that a very strange infectious disease had occurred here, and they were here to provide medical aid to the Africa continent.

But they didn't expect that just a few days after they arrived, their president, Alice, was brutally arrested by the people here, rumored to be sacrificed to the Witch God.

They were filled with anger, but there was nothing they could do. It was completely a feeling of a scholar meeting soldiers. The people here were extremely backward in their thinking and simply could not be reasoned with.

Galincha looked at them and said, "I've given you a chance. A whole week has passed, but what have you done?

You haven't cured a single patient, and my tribesmen are dying one after another. Now even my mother is sick. How can I still trust you?"

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