The director from the Huahua Family came forward to contact us.

The guests on Liao Qing's side were all talking.

The already tense atmosphere seemed even more tense under the hot air around and the exaggerated expressions of other people who arrived first.

I didn’t think it was in China before, but when I went abroad, I found that the people around me were not talking about the words of the Flower Family. It was not good to stand in this area, and even some harsh environment, without belonging, a sense of strangeness like duckweed arises naturally.

Only then did I realize the importance of language, and all the specialties are not as practical as the specialties of language.

For example, now, they are standing here, and the foreigners are talking and talking about the situation here, and seemingly talking about very serious things. Except for the few English that pops up all the time, they can't understand any other language.

Everyone spoke their own language in front of their respective companions.

"Mr. Feng, do you know what they are talking about?"

At this time, everyone habitually looked for a foreign language person, and they naturally gathered around Chaowen when introducing themselves and said that they could speak three languages.

"I didn't say anything, most of them complain about the hot weather and the bad environment."

The two who complained happened to be speaking Russian and Italian, and Feng Mu replied to his own trainee's question lightly.

"Huh, I thought they were talking about what we were late. It would be great to have Mr. Feng, you, as a top student, or we are really blind now. I thought everyone speaks English naturally outside...

Mr. Feng, you are so amazing. It’s good to know a few foreign languages. Then you will depend on you when you cooperate and communicate with guests from other countries.”

"Yes." Feng Mu responded without any expression and continued to tinker with his SLR camera.

He didn't care in his heart, and even thought to himself, was the three languages ​​considered powerful? He once admired someone who knew more than ten languages... No, maybe more than ten, because he had never seen him have a language that he could not know, even if it was small or non-spoken.

Unfortunately, his brother is gone. He remembers that his brother is a person who likes traveling and yearns for freedom. If he is still alive, he should be very suitable for this show.

As he said that, he raised his camera and took a "click" and took a dim scene in the desert where sand and dust were filled with dust in the distance.

Looking at the photos on the camera, feeling the beating of the heart of the chest, gently caressing them. If my brother couldn't go, he took my brother to see it everywhere. He took the photo and washed it out, took it back to my brother's grave, and showed it to my brother.

...

After a day off, the recording of the program begins.

The director team led a tour group composed of nearly forty or fifty people, composed of celebrity artists from various countries, to the first recording location.

A primitive village that penetrates deep into tropical forests.

The village is strange, it was built around a standing mountain.

By taking a helicopter, you can vaguely see a strange black house on the mountain. The village at the foot of the mountain looks like a pilgrimage, and the fans of this house, or the mountain.

The helicopter landed in an open space two kilometers away from the tribe.

"Do you all know the rules I told you before? The village rules of this Yama (not the Mayan civilization on Earth should not be brought in) are very strict. The tribes are very hospitable and are usually very docile, but once they violate their rules, the consequences will be unimaginable. Our recording team may not even be able to do this village."

"Didn't we bring guns on the director? Are we still afraid of them? Hahaha, you are joking, director."

"Not a joke, Jack, you'd better listen to my words. The people in this village have some abilities that ordinary people seem to be incomprehensible."

"Witchcraft? Wow, so cool!"

"I don't know, it may be because of the magnetic field. It is 30.7 degrees north latitude. The magnetic field has always been very strange. There have been many things that human science cannot explain. Everyone is a little more obedient. This is not nonsense. Understanding the rules can save your life. I'm emphasizing it. This is my advice.

Oh yes, there is another thing, your primitive people in this village are a cannibal group. Of course, they no longer eat people now, but two generations of them were still living people offering sacrifices and eating human flesh to worship ancestors.

Later, a biologist who is not afraid of death made a popular science on the reasons why their ethnic group suffer from "laughing disease", the harm and terror of prions, and brought them into contact with some modern society, and this cannibal tribe gradually changed this custom.

But, I can tell you that their custom has not been changed for a long time. They still have the cannibalism in their genes. Even if you see some older people in the village, they may have eaten people before. So, everyone is a little more polite."

"I...I'll go, is this place so exciting?"

The director of the Huajia family also introduced the situation here in real time. Like foreign directors, they conducted popular science and intimidation to ensure the safety of recording.

Li Qiong and several trainees changed their faces after hearing this. Although they were mentally prepared to participate in this program, they did not expect that the first recording site was such an exciting place.

Liao Qing and Chen Jie are fine, both of them like extreme sports. They have good exercise cells and are very brave. Chen Jie is even a little excited.

"What does the director's house on the top of the mountain do?"

"That's where the mother god of this village lives, and it's the altar of these Yama villages."

"Is there anyone living above? I see that the mountain wall is bare and there is no place to settle down. How can the villagers get up with such a high altar?"

"Hey, I asked the idea. This is why our "Music Journey" program came here to record. People in the village don't go to the altar on weekdays, but only go to the altar several times a year. There is no one else living in the altar of the Mother God on weekdays, only one priest lives.

Every year when the sacrifice is coming, the villagers of the tribes at the foot of the mountain will use some special bronze instruments called Qiangla to play songs, and accompany their special shouts and songs to send signals to the mountain."

Chen Jie: "Song? I heard it right."

Chen Jie said, looking up at the mountain that was probably hundreds or thousands of meters high and could not see the top.

The director laughed:

"I understand what you mean. I feel that the sound cannot be transmitted at such a high place, right?

These are the peculiarities of this ethnic group that I told you. Those songs are not languages ​​with lyrics and words in our conventional sense, but some melodies composed of special meanings and shouts, and very special resonances and converge together. Although they are obviously very low, they can spread far away.
Chapter completed!