"What are they doing?"

Seeing these young male natives holding bows and arrows at the young women singing and dancing around the bonfire, Liu Yifei was shocked and looked at Ye Rongyao uneasy and asked.

“A ceremony is being held!”

Ye Rongyao said with a bad look on his face.

"Rite? What kind of ritual? It's so scary."

Looking at the bows and arrows, Liu Yifei asked uneasily.

"Spouse selection ceremony!"

Ye Rongyao said.

Ye Rongyao heard it very clearly just now. What Ai Karen said was "The mate selection ceremony began!"

In the past, Ye Rongyao saw various rituals in some primitive tribes in Africa in the past, including a ritual of selecting mates by archery.

To put it bluntly, the young girls in the tribe who are at the age of choosing a spouse gather together to sing and dance around the bonfire, while the young men in the tribe choose their favorite women through bows and arrows.

A young man just shoots the arrow wrapped in red cloth in his hand to a young woman, and that young woman is his wife.

The reason why the arrow was wrapped in a red cloth was because it was worried that the arrow would shoot too much, which would kill the young woman or seriously injure it.

Wrap a red cloth, which will reduce the damage a lot.

However, there are many young girls who are shot to death by this bow and arrow every year, but this miserable mate selection ceremony continues.

"What's the meaning?"

Liu Yifei still looked at Ye Rongyao with some confusion and asked.

"It is the arrow shot by these young men holding bows and arrows that shot a girl, and that girl is his wife."

Ye Rongyao explained.

"No way?"

Liu Yifei's face turned pale because of fright.

In this way, shooting people with bows and arrows will cause serious injuries in the mild case, and in severe cases, people will die.

"This is their custom. If she is shot to death, she will only be considered bad luck."

Ye Rongyao said helplessly.

There are always some ignorant customs in this world, such customs, which Ye Rongyao finds very inhumane.

Although the indigenous people in the African tribe are very powerful in archery skills, they rarely shoot these young girls to death and seriously injure them.

But even if they are not dead and not seriously injured, these arrows shot into the bodies of these young women, which will hurt them.

I have to say that here, women have no status at all.

Just like prey, a woman who is shot will be carried home by the man who is shot. If a wound is simply bandaged, she will be destroyed by the man and become the man's wealth.

This is the tragic fate of some tribal women.

Here, the more beautiful the woman is, the more unlucky she is, because there will be many young native men who will fall in love with her, which also means that the more arrows will be shot at her, the more severe the injury she will be.

The young women who are shot to death every year are beautiful girls. Because they are beautiful, they may ejaculate into hedgehogs and eventually die without treatment.

Of course, this way of choosing a mate is easy to see a young girl being shot by arrows from several young indigenous men. In this case, the right to choose is not in the hands of the young girls, and they have no choice.

The young indigenous man who shot a young girl at the same time was going to win the young girl through a duel. Whoever wins the duel will have the young girl.

Of course, not all young indigenous men are so lucky, not all young girls are so unlucky. Indigenous men who do not shoot young girls will lose the opportunity to choose a puppet. If you want a woman, you can only look outside the tribe.

Young girls who are not shot will be used by the tribe to exchange goods with other tribes.

In this primitive African tribe, women are always just wealth.

"Is this too cruel, right?"

Liu Yifei could not accept this behavior.

"It's really cruel!"

Ye Rongyao nodded and agreed with Liu Yifei's point of view.

Seeing this scene, Ye Rongyao actually didn't understand why there are still some women in China who like to marry Feizhou.

Don’t they know that women’s status is very low.

Of course, this idea flashed through Ye Rongyao's mind and he didn't think much about it.

What does this have to do with me?

Everyone has their own choice.

It’s right or wrong, and in the end it’s all your own responsibility.

In developed countries, women still have the option of divorce, but in this land in Africa, it is estimated that it is difficult to find a place to handle the divorce procedures.

What's more, once you marry a country far away, especially in such highly underdeveloped countries, everything is not something women say.

"I want to stop them!"

Liu Yifei said.

"How do you stop them?"

Ye Rongyao looked at Liu Yifei and said.

"I……"

Liu Yifei couldn't speak.

After all, I am a weak woman, so I am not the opponent of this group of strong natives!

If Ye Rongyao hadn't been here, he would have probably been very dangerous.

"Even if you blocked the tribe's mate selection ceremony this time, can you stop the next time?"

Ye Rongyao looked at Liu Yifei and asked.

It’s not that Ye Rongyao is hard-hearted, he is really helpless about such ignorant behavior.

Of course there is another important reason.

Ye Rongyao is a little selfish. The natives in the state are not their own relatives or compatriots. Ye Rongyao is too lazy to care about such a mess.

"I……"

Liu Yifei was stopped by Ye Rongyao.

Indeed, even if I can stop this time, can I still stop the next time?

After all, it is impossible for me to stay here for the rest of my life.

Not to mention the rest of your life, Liu Yifei now has the urge to leave.

After pondering for a while, Liu Yifei looked up at Ye Rongyao and said in pain: "But I am a little unable to accept such a thing here. If I don't stop it, I'm afraid I won't be able to overcome this hurdle in my heart."

"Okay, I'll help you stop this, it's only this time. After all, we can't stay in this tribe for the rest of our lives."

Seeing Liu Yifei's painful look, Ye Rongyao couldn't help but say softly.

"Um!"

Liu Yifei looked at Ye Rongyao and nodded gratefully, saying, "Glory, thank you!"

"Okay, let's not talk about it, these tribal indigenous young people are about to shoot arrows!"

Ye Rongyao said, looking at the bonfire site.

Now these young girls are still singing and dancing, and the group of young indigenous men holding bows and arrows around them staring at the prey they had chosen.

“Woo woo…”

As the horn horn sounded, the young indigenous men pointed their bows at the young women singing and dancing by the bonfire and shot them out quickly.

"ah……"

Seeing this scene, Liu Yifei couldn't help but screamed in fear.

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Chapter completed!