Therefore, Ming became anxious.
At the same time, he felt regret for what he had done before.
Allen said at the critical moment.
"No."
"What?"
Ming thought he had misheard. Allen had always wanted to kill the cannibals. But when he had the chance to realize his dream, he chose to refuse.
"It's not reasonable."
Ming didn't understand it.
"But why, Allen?"
"Because the guy is not a cannibal, nor is he a beast..."
Allen aimed his crossbow at the dense forest opposite but Ming was even more confused.
"What? Isn't he a cannibal? Then, what is that?"
A look of disbelief appeared on Ming's face.
Because he had never thought that there would be other savages in his backyard garden.
"Is he one of the missing clansmen?"
"It shouldn't be!"
Ming glanced at Allen, who happened to look at him.
"Any clue?"
Ming told Allen about clansmen who went hunting and were killed by the tiger or other beasts.
"Is that possible, Allen?"
"Just take a look. Don't walk around here!"