as so moved that tears streamed down his face. He bowed deeply to Ye Bufan once more."Doctor Ye, you are a great benefactor to me, Wu, and also to the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association. From now on, a..."Don't worry, he's not possessed by a demon, he has an illness. I'm a doctor and can cure him."

Ye Bufan spoke, his hand moving like lightning. Soon, he had pierced the boy's body with dozens of silver needles at the major acupoints.

As the silver needles pierced in, the young boy's body stopped convulsing and he no longer foamed at the mouth.

People around gradually gathered, pointing at Ye Bufan, obviously very curious about his treatment method.

People here lead an extremely primitive lifestyle, with very little contact with the outside world and no prior exposure to acupuncture.

Just then, Henry's phone rang. After answering it, his expression changed drastically. He told Ye Bufan, "Master Ye, something terrible has happened to Cao Xiaowan."

Ye Bufan asked, "What's going on"

Henry said, "I hear the plague is very severe at the headquarters of the Zuman tribe. Many people have been infected with this extremely special contagious disease, and even the chief's mother has not been spared."

There were many doctors there to help with the treatment, but it was all ineffective.

The tribal shaman of the recently established tribe told Chief Garincha that this was not an ordinary plague, but a divine punishment from the wrathful gods upon the Zumar tribe. To overcome this calamity, they would have to sacrifice living people.

The chieftain believed it wholeheartedly and had prepared 100 living people for sacrifice, including Cao Xiaowan.

Ye Bufan's expression changed. He had finally come to Africa after so much trouble, and now he finally had news of Cao Xiaowan. He couldn't possibly take a dead person back.

He said, “When is the sacrifice”

"Tonight, we have to leave immediately, or we'll be too late."

"Okay, then let's go now."

After Ye Bufan finished speaking, he reached out and took all the silver needles off the young boy. Although his illness hadn't been completely cured, there was no danger to his life in the short term. He could only wait and see what happened later.

Several people hastily got into the jeep and rushed towards the location of the Zumar tribe.

As the sun set and night fell, tens of thousands of Zuni tribe members gathered at the foot of a mountain.

This is the location of the Zumar tribe's headquarters. The mountain behind it is called "Sacred Mountain" by the locals. At the foot of the mountain stands a towering divine statue over 30 meters high. Every time the tribe holds a religious ceremony, it takes place here.

Before the statue stood a tall altar, already built with 100 crosses. Each cross was bound with a woman, and beneath them lay a large pile of firewood.

According to the clan's chief shaman, women are the best offerings to the gods, and the best way to worship is through fire sacrifice.

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

A very beautiful white woman with a curvaceous and sexy figure was tied to a cross in the center.

Her golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, her delicate features gleaming in the moonlight. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of resentment and anger.

Beside her was a woman of East Asian descent, her face pale, her eyes filled with dejection and despair. It was none other than Cao Xiaowan, who had once been invincible.

At this moment, Cao Xiaowan couldn't describe her feelings. When she was in China, she had always dreamed of marrying a foreign man and thought that men from China were not worthy of her noble self.

After meeting Kanu, she even dreamed of becoming a princess. But when she got here, she realized that it was all a nightmare.

Compared to here, China is simply a woman's paradise, while this place is a woman's hell.

After getting off the plane, Kanu immediately removed his mask. He tore up his passport and took her back to his tribe's home.

Only then did she realize that this man already had four wives, and the only reason he brought her back was to sell her for money.

From then on, she began a nightmare of a life, with terrible hygiene, barely edible food, constant beatings and insults. She had to entertain dozens of guests every day; it was simply like being dead.

And all of this wasn't over yet. Tonight, I was suddenly chosen by the tribe and tied to a cross, supposedly to be sacrificed as a living offering to their gods.

Regret! Endless regret!

Cao Xiaowan's intestines were filled with regret. Originally, she was a high-ranking princess in China, with countless suitors. But because of her stubbornness and her high-handed feminism, she ultimately ruined herself.

If given another chance, she would definitely not continue with this choice, but cherish the once-in-a-lifetime life she had.

It's all too late, if only. Soon she will be burned alive.

Before the altar, a bonfire blazed fiercely, drawing tens of thousands of Zuni tribe members around it. At its forefront stood a man in his fifties, the chief of the Zuni tribe, Carlincha.

Here, the chief's power was comparable to that of an emperor in a feudal society, controlling the lives and deaths of all tribal members.

Before Galincha stood a figure shrouded in a black robe. He held a crystal ball staff in his left hand and a large, obsidian snake was coiled around his waist. He was the tribe's chief shaman.

No one knew his true identity, only that he was a high-ranking archmage, the spokesperson of the witch god, and his power was immeasurable.

At this moment, facing Carlincha, he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Honorable Chieftain, the Shaman has just conveyed the message that our rituals are about to begin."

As long as you sacrifice these 100 women to the Great God, the tribe's disaster will naturally be lifted.

"Release him! Set our leader free at once, you ignorant fools!"

With a shout, several white men rushed in from outside, led by a large, fat man.

He shouted angrily at Carlin, "We are members of the World Medical Society. We are here to provide aid to you and to treat your people."

But how could you treat us this way, sacrificing our president Don't you have any conscience

A big bearded man next to him also shouted, "What times are we living in Why are you still so foolish What you're dealing with here is an unknown virus, not some god you've angered. "

You must believe in medicine, only modern medicine can save you!

"Presumptuous! How dare you speak to the chief like that I'll cut you down right now if you don't watch your tongue!"

A tall, burly black man stood speaking. In his hand was a gleaming, wicked-looking broadsword.

The fat man stopped the angry, bearded man and said to Carlin again, "Chieftain, we did not mean any disrespect, but you must release our leader."

At this moment, he was incredibly downcast. As a member of the World Medical Society, they had always been treated with the utmost respect and received preferential treatment wherever they went.

What's different here is that I originally heard that an extremely bizarre contagious disease occurred here. They came to the African continent to provide medical aid.

I never expected that just a few days after arriving, Headmistress Alice would be captured by these people in such a brutal manner. I heard she is to be sacrificed to the God of Witches.

They were filled with anger, but helpless, completely feeling like a scholar encountering a soldier. The people here were extremely backward in their thinking and could not be communicated with at all.

"I've given you a chance, a whole week, and what have you done" said Galin as he looked at them.

"You have not healed a single patient, and one by one my people are dying. Now even my mother is sick. How can I still believe in you"

(Today five more updates are finished, have a happy weekend!) two people were about his age. The man was tall and thin, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, giving him an air of refinement.He was dressed in a well-tailored suit and wore a gleaming gold watch...