Gu Zichen signalled with his body, indicating that they could go ahead and tie him up.
The indigenous people looked at each other, hesitating for a while before taking out a vine to bind both Qiao Xiguan and Gu Zichen. Then, they walked along very excitedly, laughing and chatting, as if singing a song of victory.
"Gu Zichen, how could we be so unlucky," Qiao Xiguan lamented tearfully.
They had thought they would be safe after escaping to this island, yet they hadn't expected to encounter such a group of people of unknown origin.
Where on earth did these people come from?!
Gu Zichen felt somewhat helpless. "Don't be afraid, these people are quite simple-minded."
"But we don't speak their language."
"You can use gestures to communicate in any language in the world," Gu Zichen said with a confident air.
Qiao Xiguan still felt like crying without tears.
