"Did the head of the cannibals learn to be smart this time?"
Allen couldn't help but murmur on the way. Looking at the second group of cannibals who had been killed, he had a headache.
Although some cannibals could talk, they knew nothing as before.
Allen had no choice but to kill them and go on.
But after thinking for a while, he asked Luan, who carried more than 10 wooden spears and whose legs were weak, to come over.
"Give me your wooden spears and go back."
"Go back? Where?"
Luan seemed to be frightened by Allen's previous performance. There were a total of 11 cannibals! They were killed by only one person!
He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his eyes.
"Back to the tribe, I have killed so many cannibals. I guess the other cannibals have already noticed it. If you still wait for me, you may be in danger."
Luan's face changed dramatically.
"Allen, what about you? Aren't you going back with me?"