This kind of person, of course, he couldn't let remain in this world.
Once the two left, only a silent tribe remained. No matter how the locals tried to understand it, they could not comprehend why the tyrant's tribe was suddenly annihilated in a single day.
Who was so powerful that they could kill the undying tyrant?
Chi Ming, with the corpse of He Lemang, embarked on the journey back to Japan Island aboard a yacht.
anwhile, Wang Longhu decided to stay on the African continent. Having co all this way, he naturally wouldn't return so easily.
Unlike Chi Ming, he wasn't in urgent need of an epiphany to enhance his Spirit training.
He could freely travel around, returning to East Asia only when he felt bored.
...
Uganda is a country adjacent to Somalia.
Although it has a coastline, it remains very poor.
Many are so impoverished they have to catch mosquitoes and make them into patties to fill their stomachs.
Over ti, mosquito patties have even beco a local snack in Uganda.
Mosquito patties.
As the sun rose high, Wang Longhu slowly walked into a village with a cloth bag on his back. His hair was ssy, and his clothes were tattered, making him look like a wanderer.
To better explore African culture and customs, he walked slowly from Somalia, treading every inch of the land under his feet.
He had the flavor of an ancient traveler, traversing mountains and rivers, crossing lofty peaks.
The only difference was he didn't compose poetry, otherwise, he might have emulated ancient poets like Li Bai and Du Fu by writing a few verses.
Since Wang Longhu hadn't cared about his physical appearance while traveling, he had beco quite weather-worn.
Not only was his beard scruffy and hair unruly, but his clothes were also dusty and ragged.
Yet Wang Longhu didn't mind any of this.
When the Spirit reaches such a level, the body becos nothing more than a vehicle for the consciousness.
Would you feel sorry for the tires, paint, or headlights of a car after driving over 100 kiloters?
Obviously not.
To a driver, as long as the interior of the car is clean and doesn't affect driving, that's what matters.
Seeing a village without even a fence in the distance, Wang Longhu walked right in.
As soon as he appeared, the villagers, already hungry and emaciated, set their eyes on Wang Longhu.
In such backward and impoverished villages, you wouldn't normally see an Ugandan, let alone soone from a nearby village, coming to visit.
But now, Wang Linhai, obviously a foreigner, showed up here, surprising these villagers.
Is he here for tourism?
For a mont, many dark-skinned children with big heads and small bodies surrounded him, babbling and using a monkey-like language to beg Wang Longhu.
Judging by their actions, they seed to be asking him for sothing to eat.
Wang Longhu smiled faintly; on his journey, he'd encountered over a hundred such villages, and similar situations every ti.
In Africa, sotis even adults don't have enough to eat, let alone children.
Without agricultural cultivation, they survive purely through hunting or mining and trading so plant materials with foreign rchants for money.
This way of living couldn't possibly allow any village to prosper, providing its residents with comfort and wealth.
Facing the surrounding dark-skinned children, Wang Longhu didn't disdain these little brats. He simply tossed them the tattered cloth bag he was carrying.
Instantly, there was a mad scramble by the dark-skinned children, and when they opened the bag, they found it filled with fruits and jerky.
For these children, this food was nothing less than a big feast.
Not only the children, but even the adults couldn't help but lick their lips in envy, wishing they could have a bite.
Now that Wang Longhu had perfected the Three Elixirs, he was long beyond the limits of ordinary humans.
He no longer needed to breathe, sleep, or consu food and drink.
The fruits and jerky he carried were looted on his journey whenever he encountered bandits.
He kept them with him to distribute to those in need.
Both the Daoist School and Buddhism speak of charity and gaining rit through good deeds.
As the saying goes, profound rit can bring future fortune.
Although Wang Longhu didn't believe in the future, he wanted to experience what the ancients did.
This act of charity was one of those experiences.
Even though his assistance was just a drop in the ocean for all of Africa, it was an insight for Wang Longhu's state of mind.
He didn't care at all about the villagers' well-being, or how close they were to starvation.
But when distributing food and seeing these people scrambling on the ground like beasts,
Wang Longhu felt a sense of superiority, like a deity bestowing gifts upon mortals and saving them from suffering.
'As I walk the earth, mortals thank wherever I go, and when I leave, they miss my presence.'
It's this feeling of leaving a legend in the mortal world!
"Abule Ere Ere."
A man so thin that his ribs protruded stepped up to Wang Longhu, bowing with utmost reverence, extending his hand to ask for sothing.
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