I Am a Primitive Man

Chapter 13 In the Name of the Gods...

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The atmosphere in the cave seemed a bit solemn, the elder brother led the crowd who had wrapped as much fur as possible, walked towards Wu Shili, and then walked into the vast snow with hunting weapons.

A group of people trudged through the snow, gradually turning into a black spot, hidden by a forest of trees, and disappeared.

Because the cave door was opened, the temperature in the cave dropped rapidly, and some children were already shivering passively.

Wu then asked the women who stayed in the cave to block the door again.

Wu returned to his usual place and sat down, appearing more silent than before.

Han Cheng stood aside silently, feeling the severe food crisis.

He had been hungry for two days and nights since he came here, and he deeply felt the horror of hunger. The burning feeling in his stomach was even more unbearable than torture.

It was precisely because of this that his heart was so heavy.

Wu sat here in silence for a while, then stood up and began to work in the cave.

He pulled out a crown-like thing with a lot of colorful bird feathers on it and put it on his head, and then picked up a bone staff that was placed side by side with the feather crown and enshrined on a stone in front of a totem pole.

Picking up a bone knife from the side of the bone staff, cut the palm of his left hand, and wiped the gushing blood on his face one by one.

After letting Han Cheng leave the inner cave, the grey-haired witch dripped the blood from his hand on the ground in front of the totem pole, and uttered some language that Han Cheng could not understand at all.

Then Wu's movements became even weirder. He jumped up and down, waving the white bone stick in his hand from time to time...

Although he has never seen it before, Han Cheng still understands that the witches are performing a sacrificial ceremony, praying to their gods for blessings and disaster relief...

After watching Wu Gupu's dance here for a while, Han Cheng wrapped two layers of animal skins on his body, took a simple harpoon used for fishing in the tribe, and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

Now he can be regarded as a member of the tribe, and now the food crisis in the tribe, waiting like this is not an option, but now that he is getting younger, he can't hunt with the big brother and the others, he can only use himself Do your best to see if you can help the tribe.

He wanted to go to the small river to see if there were any fish. To be honest, Han Cheng was doubtful about what the elder brother said about the disappearance of fish.

Judging from the distinct four seasons and the black-eyed, black-haired, yellow-skinned tribal people, Han Cheng can basically judge that he is still in the land that he dreams of.

In his memory, in the rivers of this land in later generations, there are not many fish that migrate with the seasons like migratory birds.

Of course, there is a difference of thousands or even tens of thousands of years from the era in which I lived, and it is normal for different situations to occur.

But he still wanted to go and have a look.

"Where are you going?"

The lame male primitive asked Han Cheng in a low voice, afraid of disturbing the witch who was communicating with the gods and praying for the tribe.

"I, go outside."

Han Cheng replied.

The stone slabs used to block the entrance of the cave are very thick, even the one in the middle that can be removed as a small door is difficult for Han Cheng to move now.

If he wants to get out, he needs the help of others.

"You, take it?"

The lame primitive man pointed to a harpoon that looked like a straight stick in Han Cheng's hand.

Meaning what are you going out to do with this?

Han Chengdao: "Puzzle the fish."

The face of the primitive man looked like a fool. All three or four-year-old children in the tribe knew that there were no fish at this time. This honest and shrewd guy actually said that he was going to catch fish. This... this is really ...

"Fish, gone."

He is a kind-hearted person, although last time Han Cheng shit almost made him spit out,

But he still couldn't help wanting to remind this guy, lest he suffer from the cold in vain.

Looking at this guy, Han Cheng suddenly realized a problem. According to the current temperature, a thick layer of ice must have formed in the river.

If it was in the past, Han Cheng would not feel embarrassed, but now, it is difficult to smash them open.

The guy in front of him is a good man who works hard.

He decided to fool this person.

His leg is lame, but he can still walk, but only very slowly.

Of course, this is already an extremely serious problem for primitive people.

If you run slowly, you will have no way to catch up with wild animals, and you will have no way to escape when you are being chased by wild animals.

Running can be said to be one of the essential conditions for survival in this era!

Han Cheng shook his head and said, "Fish, he didn't leave. Fish, he hid."

He gestured with his hands as he spoke.

The male primitive didn't believe Han Cheng's words, and still insisted on saying: "The fish is gone."

Shaking his head and saying 'no', he turned around and pointed to the witch who was performing sacrifices deep in the cave.

It means this is what Wu told them.

Han Cheng also shook his head: "The fish hasn't left, the fish is still there."

He pointed to the top of his head, and then pointed to his own head, which meant that the god told him.

The crippled primitive man's eyes widened. He was obviously stunned by what Han Cheng expressed.

He believed it a little bit. First, no one in the tribe dared to make fun of the gods. Second, Han Cheng's origin was really strange. He fell directly from the sky. He had never heard of anyone who could go to the sky, even with Neither gods nor witches can communicate.

He looked at Han Cheng hesitantly, and slowly stood up.

"Fish, still there!"

Han Cheng said this.

Then tell him that as long as he finds the fish, he won't have to starve any more.

Under the double-layer attack of the gods and the pancakes painted by Han Cheng who don't need to starve, the lame man who hesitated for a while finally agreed to go to Xiaohe to catch fish together with Han Cheng to contribute to the tribe.

The door of the cave was opened, and Han Cheng, who was holding a harpoon, and the lame primitive man, who was holding a stone for chopping, walked out of the cave together.

The woman who stayed in the cave watched the two whimsical people leave, and then blocked the entrance of the cave.

It is very necessary to take a stone out of the hole, otherwise it would be really difficult to pick up a stone from the ground in the ice and snow.

The chilling air penetrated through the cracks in the animal skin, and Han Cheng couldn't help shivering. Now he had a strong urge to go back to the cave and sew a suit of clothes for himself.

This simple way of wrapping the animal skin around the body and binding it with a tough grass is really uncomfortable.

The two braved the cold, stepped on the snow, and walked all the way to the small river.

As soon as I got to the small river, I regretted it. I shouldn't have listened to the guy's words and followed him out. Where is there a fish here?

Lame is Han Cheng's silent name for the lame primitive man. Without a name, it's really inconvenient to call him.

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