A dilapidated bus jingled into the only supply station in the sandy land. The peeling paint and scarlet rust on the car's shell seemed to be a product of the last century - and in fact it was. Modern technology and civilization seem to have never arrived in the arid and impoverished hinterland of Africa, so this bus and the rickety-looking gas station seem to be the only products of civilization.
Taking advantage of the refueling break, several women walked into the carriage carrying clay pots on their heads, selling drinking water and cakes to passengers in local dialect in exchange for a few scattered banknotes. At this time, a sharp-eyed vendor saw someone sitting in the back row. Two foreign faces that do not belong to Africa. They were wearing breathable and clean shirts, and their skin was as fair as two delicate porcelain dolls. The vendor hurriedly walked over and asked in broken English:
"Two beautiful ladies, do you want some water?"
"Huh? Can you please see clearly that I am a man!" Xinyu shouted angrily. The hot African weather is enough to make people feel depressed, but they also have to endure the nauseating smell of black sweat in the carriage, not to mention the smell of black sweat in the carriage. Several passengers stared blankly at his girlfriend's two beautiful legs wrapped in white silk. At this time, his mood was extremely bad.
"Ah, don't be angry..." The person comforting him softly was Xinyu's girlfriend Yinlan. Although she was also sweating from the heat, she still politely asked the guide Abu to apologize to the vendor in the local language.
In fact, this cannot be entirely blamed on the hawker. Although Xinyu is a boy, he has a handsome round face. The evenly distributed collagen makes him look a bit childish. He is also smaller than Yinlan who is sitting next to him. Some, coupled with his fair and smooth skin and androgynous medium-long hair, it's no wonder that the vendors who are used to seeing local men, such as rich and powerful, would misunderstand his gender.
"If it weren't for the company's request, I wouldn't have come to this place full of niggas." Xinyu muttered. Just a month ago, HJ Company assigned him to go to Africa to investigate the culture of the local indigenous tribes, and he also had a secret mission . Xinyu, who has been full of disdain for poor black people in Africa since he was a child, was unwilling to do anything. In the end, he couldn't resist the company's strong orders, so he had to take his girlfriend with him to Africa.
But he doesn't know yet that taking his girlfriend to African soil will be a decision he will regret for the rest of his life.
After the bus was filled with fuel, it drove swaying on the uneven dirt road. At about ten o'clock in the evening, Xinyu, Yinlan, and Abu saw a small village in the distance, and the driver then put the car away. He stopped and mumbled something to Abu.
"This is a very conservative local tribe. They prohibit outsiders from entering without permission, so we could only walk there." Abu explained.
There was no way, Xinyu and the others could only walk towards the village. When they walked in, they saw that this was not so much a village as an ancient tribe. Dozens of mud huts were surrounded by sharpened dead trees and fences. The gap should be regarded as the gate of the tribe. Three bare-butt black children squatted under the shade of the tree, curiously raising their heads and looking at the two white-skinned people.
Two bare-chested black women holding wooden spears blocked their way. They wore almost no clothes. Their dark brown flesh was full of power, and their plump and drooping breasts and enlarged nipples were the result of multiple childbirths. As a symbol, two bright gold rings are worn on the nipples, and only a piece of cloth with tribal totems is tied around the waist to cover the private parts.
"They said that the chief allows you to enter the tribe, but you must wear local clothes." Abu said.
"What? You want me to wear nigger clothes? I won't do it." Xinyu had suppressed his anger and was looking for a place to vent his anger. There were no decent clothes in this backward place, and the woman only had a crotch cover. If you lower your body, you can see your big naked butt from behind. Men's clothes are even simpler. Local men only use hollow pieces of cloth like fishing nets to cover their penis and scrotum. Rather than underwear, it is more like a penis condom.