C246 continuous palm

"Eh? What is that? "

Just as the helicopter flew out of the primeval forest, Xie Dongya saw a group of people gathered on the ground.

The group of people were mostly Tibetan. They were all holding wooden sticks in their hands. They formed a circle and surrounded a little boy.

Although the helicopter was a few hundred metres away, Xie Dongya could still see it clearly.

"Old Man Qin