The Days to Survive with Several Girls on the Uninhabited Island

Allen sighed and looked at the tribe of the savages.

At this time, Natalie, who was about to quarrel with Allen just now, restrained her temper and stood silently behind Allen with the other girls.

Because just after Allen entered the tribe, some savages gathered at the entrance. They also called the other members of their tribe over.

All of a sudden, more than 60 savages appeared in front of them.

And now they were very close to each other.

The girls didn't have any weapons, and they ran out of wooden arrows. If these savages had the wrong idea about them, they would not even have any chance to commit suicide.

Moreover, the girls felt that the way the savages looked at them was very strange.

Allen was not sure whether the savages had lied to him or not. If they wanted to lie to him first and then kill him, what he could do was kill as many savages as he could.

Just as the atmosphere gradually became strange, Allen saw the savage, who disappeared after entering the tribe appear again.

Besides, he was followed by many savage women and children.

Allen recognized these savages at first sight.

At this time, Allen finally relaxed.

"It's okay! Don't be worried!"

He silently asked the girls to calm down.

As if to confirm what Allen had said, the savages, who were the latest to appear, came to Allen with tears in their eyes after seeing Allen. They kept kneeling and kowtowing in front of him.

Allen couldn't stop the savages from kneeling.

And these savages kept saying something while kowtowing.

"Lord! Lord!"

"Thank you! My god!"

Allen felt like his head was going to explode when he heard this.

"It seems like turtles are chanting scriptures..."

This sentence appeared in his mind, but he did not say it, even if these women and children did not understand.

At this moment, the young savage who had brought them in took the initiative to help Allen and became an interpreter.

"Sir, the members of our tribe are thanking you for saving their lives before. After they were saved by you, they asked the people of our tribe who can speak the human language to teach them, but they are still not good at it. They haven't learned enough, so please don't mind!"

Allen immediately understood what he meant, so Allen nodded and said, "If that's the case, please help me tell them that I've received their thanks. Please stand up!"

The young savage nodded and cried out to his clansmen.

But these women and children not only didn't stop their actions but also pulled the young savage to join in the kneeling.

The young savage told Allen.

"I'm sorry, sir. My clansmen think we have to thank you, and they also want me to join them."

Allen was speechless.

At this time, he heard a cough from the girls.

He looked back and found it was Jennifer.

It was not until then that Allen realized that there was a wounded girl here!

"We can't waste any more time!"

Allen immediately took Taylor from Jennifer's arms and gave Jennifer a reassuring look.

He shouted at the young savage.

The young savages finally knelt in front of Allen because of his clansmen.

But he didn't show much hesitation on his face. In his heart, he admired people like Allen very much. It was not a big deal to kneel!

But after hearing Allen's roar, the young savage finally remembered that there was a wounded girl!

"I've already asked our patriarch over. He had been poisoned by the darts before and finally survived,"

"Where is he? Why hasn't he come yet?"

"I'm coming, sir!"

As the saying went, "Speak of the devil." The head of the savages appeared at this time.

Allen immediately had hope in his heart. But when he looked back, he found a savage with no right hand in front of him.

The joy on Allen's face disappeared.

"Damn it! Is amputation the way the poisoned patriarch can survive?"

"Are you kidding?"

Allen pursed his lips subconsciously. The girls behind him also looked worried.

They were not stupid and had guessed something.

Therefore, when facing the so-called patriarch, Allen and the others began to worry about Taylor's future.

"Are you the patriarch?"

But it was better to lose an arm than to die. It was better to live than to die!

Allen asked before the patriarch came to him.

"Yes, sir. It's me."

He respectfully made a gesture that Allen couldn't understand. Allen guessed that it must be the greeting etiquette of their tribe.

It was similar to a handshake.

"Well, then I won't talk too much nonsense. What should we do?"

Allen paused for a while and then continued.

"Is there a way that doesn't require amputation?"

When the patriarch heard this, he was first stunned and then reacted.

"Ha-ha, don't worry, my lord. My arm was bitten off when I was fighting with a wild bear when I was young. Besides, it doesn't need to amputate to clean up the poison of the dart."

Allen felt relieved when he heard the patriarch tell him everything.

"Well, that's good. Let's start right now,"

After saying that, Allen was about to leave with Taylor.

But after taking two steps, he found that no one followed him.

Even the patriarch did not follow him.

Allen looked at them in confusion. Then the patriarch said, "There's no need to leave. We can cure her now!"

"What?"

The patriarch put his finger on a tree that was less than 20 meters away from Allen and said.

"After I was poisoned by the poison dart, the elders of our tribe tried every means to treat me. At last, they found this kind of tree. They found that as long as the outer layer of the tree was cut open, the liquid coming out from it would be able to clean up all the poison."

"So we plant a lot of this kind of trees in our tribe now."

The patriarch found that as soon as he finished his words, Allen handed Taylor back to Jennifer. Then he rushed to the big tree and chopped it down with his ax. Then he used the quiver of his wood arrows to collect the white liquid that was continuously emerging.

Although the smell was strange, Allen held back the thought of vomiting and collected it.

Then he stopped his actions when the patriarch called him.

"Is that enough? What should I do now?"

Allen took the liquid he had collected and asked the patriarch.

"Apply it to the injured part. You have to apply it again and again in the next three days. Three times a day. I think it will be enough!"

Although the patriarch was not sure.

But Allen didn't care about it at all. He would do anything as long as there was hope.

"Got it!"

After saying that, he rushed to Jennifer and asked her to hold Taylor in her arms.

Jennifer nodded, and Allen was about to take action. He asked the savage to get some clean water to wash his hands, and then applied the liquid to Taylor's black wound.

Taylor, who was still in a coma, immediately let out a deep roar as if she was awakened by pain.