When Weaver took a camera and took a photo at the stone wall, he suddenly found that his eyes were open on the stone wall.

It turned out that an indigenous man stood in front of the stone wall with his eyes closed, and then his whole body was covered with paint similar to the stone wall to hide himself.

Weaver was frightened and immediately shouted at everyone.

"Ah! What is that?!"

After the native was discovered, he did not intend to hide. He held the spear in his hand expressionlessly and approached Zhou Xuan and others step by step. The other natives hiding everywhere stood up one after another. They all looked at Zhou Xuan and others with spears, and slowly surrounded them.

"Go away, be careful behind you!"

Of course, Zhou Xuan had already discovered the trick and immediately shouted to everyone.

"Everyone calm down! Don't shoot!"

If you fire this, there is no possibility of reconciliation.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!"

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, a white-bearded old man in a shabby military uniform ran over and said to everyone with a smile.

"No, there is no need to do this!"

His name is Mark Hank, a World War II Air Force veteran, a modern man who lives with the island's primitive tribes. He disappeared in battle and fell into Skull Island, trapped for decades but has been searching for his way home.

When Weaver took a camera and took a photo at the stone wall, he suddenly found that his eyes were open on the stone wall.

It turned out that an indigenous man stood in front of the stone wall with his eyes closed, and then his whole body was covered with paint similar to the stone wall to hide himself.

Weaver was frightened and immediately shouted at everyone.

"Ah! What is that?!"

After the native was discovered, he did not intend to hide. He held the spear in his hand expressionlessly and approached Zhou Xuan and others step by step. The other natives hiding everywhere stood up one after another. They all looked at Zhou Xuan and others with spears, and slowly surrounded them.

"Go away, be careful behind you!"

Of course, Zhou Xuan had already discovered the trick and immediately shouted to everyone.

"Everyone calm down! Don't shoot!"

If you fire this, there is no possibility of reconciliation.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!"

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, a white-bearded old man in a shabby military uniform ran over and said to everyone with a smile.

"No, there is no need to do this!"

His name is Mark Hank, a World War II Air Force veteran, a modern man who lives with the island's primitive tribes. He disappeared in battle and fell into Skull Island, trapped for decades but has been searching for his way home.

When Weaver took a camera and took a photo at the stone wall, he suddenly found that his eyes were open on the stone wall.

It turned out that an indigenous man stood in front of the stone wall with his eyes closed, and then his whole body was covered with paint similar to the stone wall to hide himself.

Weaver was frightened and immediately shouted at everyone.

"Ah! What is that?!"

After the native was discovered, he did not intend to hide. He held the spear in his hand expressionlessly and approached Zhou Xuan and others step by step. The other natives hiding everywhere stood up one after another. They all looked at Zhou Xuan and others with spears, and slowly surrounded them.

"Go away, be careful behind you!"

Of course, Zhou Xuan had already discovered the trick and immediately shouted to everyone.

"Everyone calm down! Don't shoot!"

If you fire this, there is no possibility of reconciliation.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!"

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, a white-bearded old man in a shabby military uniform ran over and said to everyone with a smile.

"No, there is no need to do this!"

His name is Mark Hank, a World War II Air Force veteran, a modern man who lives with the island's primitive tribes. He disappeared in battle and fell into Skull Island, trapped for decades but has been searching for his way home.

When Weaver took a camera and took a photo at the stone wall, he suddenly found that his eyes were open on the stone wall.

It turned out that an indigenous man stood in front of the stone wall with his eyes closed, and then his whole body was covered with paint similar to the stone wall to hide himself.

Weaver was frightened and immediately shouted at everyone.

"Ah! What is that?!"

After the native was discovered, he did not intend to hide. He held the spear in his hand expressionlessly and approached Zhou Xuan and others step by step. The other natives hiding everywhere stood up one after another. They all looked at Zhou Xuan and others with spears, and slowly surrounded them.

"Go away, be careful behind you!"

Of course, Zhou Xuan had already discovered the trick and immediately shouted to everyone.

"Everyone calm down! Don't shoot!"

If you fire this, there is no possibility of reconciliation.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!"

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, a white-bearded old man in a shabby military uniform ran over and said to everyone with a smile.

"No, there is no need to do this!"

His name is Mark Hank, a World War II Air Force veteran, a modern man who lives with the island's primitive tribes. He disappeared in battle and fell into Skull Island, trapped for decades but has been searching for his way home.

When Weaver took a camera and took a photo at the stone wall, he suddenly found that his eyes were open on the stone wall.

It turned out that an indigenous man stood in front of the stone wall with his eyes closed, and then his whole body was covered with paint similar to the stone wall to hide himself.

Weaver was frightened and immediately shouted at everyone.

"Ah! What is that?!"

After the native was discovered, he did not intend to hide. He held the spear in his hand expressionlessly and approached Zhou Xuan and others step by step. The other natives hiding everywhere stood up one after another. They all looked at Zhou Xuan and others with spears, and slowly surrounded them.

"Go away, be careful behind you!"

Of course, Zhou Xuan had already discovered the trick and immediately shouted to everyone.

"Everyone calm down! Don't shoot!"

If you fire this, there is no possibility of reconciliation.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!"

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, a white-bearded old man in a shabby military uniform ran over and said to everyone with a smile.

"No, there is no need to do this!"

His name is Mark Hank, a World War II Air Force veteran, a modern man who lives with the island's primitive tribes. He disappeared in battle and fell into Skull Island, trapped for decades but has been searching for his way home.

Of course, Zhou Xuan had already discovered the trick and immediately shouted to everyone.

"Everyone calm down! Don't shoot!"

If you fire this, there is no possibility of reconciliation.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!"

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, a white-bearded old man in a shabby military uniform ran over and said to everyone with a smile.

"No, there is no need to do this!"
Chapter completed!