Soon, all the inhabitants hurried out of their homes. They climbed down the staircases and jumped onto their boats, rowing quickly towards the beach.
Everyone's gaze was fixated on Fang Xinxin and Bai Qinghao. Their expressions were filled with awe as they looked at Fang Xinxin.
Many women were clearly interested in Bai Qinghao's muscular build and his handsome features.
The men also appeared hungry as they stared at Fang Xinxin.
Bai Qinghao frowned unhappily. His expression became especially cold and ruthless and the atmosphere instantly became tense.
The men on the beach sensed his frigid gaze and finally restrained themselves a little.
The crowd naturally moved apart for them. A young man with a metallic scepter came forward while everyone else remained behind him respectfully.
The man appeared indifferent. He had a firm and lean figure and wore a crown made of feathers on his head. He was shirtless and wore a pair of shorts that came up to his knees. Based on everyone's respectful demeanor, it appeared that he was the leader of this village.
Fang Xinxin and Bai Qinghao were also sizing up the people here.
Most of the men were wearing shorts while the women were dressed in… 'bikinis'.
More accurately, they were a very thin strip of fabric around their chest and a pair of extremely short shorts. Their figures were barely concealed.
The clothes they wore were colorful, as if patched together with many fabrics.
Perhaps it was due to the difficult lives they led or the place they were located at, but their skin tones were very dark.
The young man with a scepter said something and a middle-aged man stepped into the water and pushed Bai Qinghao and Fang Xinxin's raft onto land.
The inhabitants appeared to be whispering among themselves. However, Bai Qinghao and Fang Xinxin could not understand them well.
They did not appear to be speaking in a recognisable language, but were instead using their local, aboriginal language.
All the houses seemed to be made by hand from wood. This was not the appearance of a beautiful resort. Even the roofs of the homes were made with grass.
They did not see any base stations nearby. None of the locals appeared to own a phone either.
Bai Qinghao and Fang Xinxin immediately understood the situation and were very disappointed.
Their hopes quickly diminished.
However, only a few of the inhabitants here were daring enough to only use a few pieces of leaves to cover up. Most of them were dressed in modern clothes.
This meant that the people here had to be somewhat educated.
At the very least, they had to have a way to contact the outside world.
Right now, they needed to ask for help to reach out to the people in their homes.
But the language barrier was a serious problem.
Bai Qinghao and Fang Xinxin got off their raft and stepped onto the shore. When the inhabitants saw the worn out clothes they were wearing…
Fang Xinxin's shirt had bee sleeveless. She had used the sleeves to make the straps for their basket.
Bai Qinghao's shirt was also repeatedly used to hold items. It was extremely wrinkled and torn.
Their expensive and luxury-branded outfits had bee worn and torn. They appeared nearly like beggars.
The inhabitants' gaze turned very sympathetic.
Bai Qinghao and Fang Xinxin exchanged looks. They felt depressed. Both of them had a self-assured and confident disposition. To think they would be sympathized with!
The people here must think that they were refugees.
The man holding the scepter said something, but they both could not understand him. Their expressions were blank.
They watched as he stepped forward. There was a glint in his eyes as he opened his arms to embrace Fang Xinxin.
Bai Qinghao immediately stepped forward to stop him. He spat out coldly. "Scram!"
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