Chapter 3 Catch a Monster for Dinner

"Huh~!"

"Huh~!"

Han Cheng, who finally got rid of the fate of becoming the food of primitive people, after confirming that the elder brother and the others really left, sucked in the air, feeling that the world is so beautiful.

However, his good mood didn't last long. When the sun went down and the sky dimmed, Han Cheng, who really stood like a tree, discovered a serious problem.

He is hungry!

That's right, I'm really hungry!

When he recovered from the bizarre things that had happened to him, he realized how hungry he was.

The kind with the chest attached to the back!

However, what made him feel extremely helpless and desperate was that he still couldn't move!

Watching TV dramas when I was a child, I always felt that the "Sunflower Acupuncture Hand" in Pirates of Shengbai Zhantang was extraordinarily cool.

Especially the part where Li Dazui was acupunctured, with two small red flags inserted in his hand, and moved to the door as a sculpture, Han Cheng couldn't help laughing, but at the same time he was extremely envious.

I didn't expect that now I would feel that kind of feeling.

Damn!

I shouldn't touch that rough mural with my hands!

After thinking for so long, Han Cheng finally came up with a reason why he came here through time travel.

The culprit is the rough mural carved on the stone wall!

On the way of walking in the desert, he came across a barren mountain, on which some rough and simple pictures were carved on a rock wall.

It is the kind of pattern that is known to be from the hands of primitive people at a glance.

Then Han Chengcheng, who thought he had discovered something terrible, lay there and watched the mural with his hand, and then came here...

Damn it, since you got yourself here, you can also get your backpack here too!

There were five or six potatoes, seven or eight boiled eggs, and several packets of compressed biscuits and instant noodles...

"Gululu!"

Han Cheng diverted his attention for the eighteenth time, and his efforts to prevent himself from thinking about hunger failed again.

He found that no matter what he was thinking at this time, he could always talk about eating later.

Even smelling the smell of barbecue emanating from his body, he would salivate.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't move right now, Han Cheng really wanted to eat two bites of himself to satisfy his hunger.

"hiss!"

"Roar!"

Youyuan's deep roar came from afar in the darkness, carrying a sense of ancient desolation.

Leaving aside the roar of what it is, just this deep and powerful voice is enough to make people understand that the owner of the voice is not to be trifled with.

Han Cheng shuddered violently, and his drowsy head immediately woke up! I don't have time to think about my stomach anymore.

Until now, he suddenly realized a serious problem!

Now is the primitive age!

There were so many ferocious beasts in the prehistoric world, and the human beings who later ruled the world were still struggling to survive in the cracks, trying to transform, and carrying out the counterattack from the diaosi with difficulty.

Night in the primitive era is destined to be unsafe!

Especially his existence that constantly exudes the aroma of barbecue, it is simply a grilled chicken that is extremely delicious and keeps waving at diners.

It is constantly tempting the prehistoric beasts to come towards him.

"Roar!"

"Aw!"

The primitive era at night is simply a paradise for beasts.

In the quiet night, all kinds of animal roars sounded from time to time, far or near, made Han Cheng's hair stand on end.

Especially when he heard movement in the surrounding woods, and saw a few green light clusters in the woods not far away through the moonlight, his heart raised his throat.

He had the experience of encountering wolves at night in the wild, and he knew that these light clusters were the eyes of beasts!

And judging from the size of the light cluster, these guys squatting not far from themselves,

Much bigger than a wolf!

Han Cheng's heart was full of bitterness, and his heart beat like a drum.

Damn, just escaped the primitive man, and is facing the threat of becoming the excrement of wild beasts, who am I provoking?

Sure enough, one's luck is very important. It is also time travel, and others are all kinds of fools, but the luck of the time traveler himself has plummeted...

Is this because I didn't read the almanac when I traveled through time?

Han Cheng, whose heart was about to jump out of his throat, couldn't help complaining in his heart.

I don't know if it's because I dislike myself as a foreign species, or if the barbecue mixed with the smell of burnt meat doesn't meet the taste of these prehistoric bosses.

These ferocious beasts, who couldn't see the true face of Mount Lu, lingered in the woods around Han Cheng for a while, let out a few low-pitched roars, and finally left instead of coming to eat Han Cheng.

Han Cheng, who avoided becoming the food of wild beasts, felt that his whole body was going to collapse.

This is just the first day I came to the original world, and I have experienced so many stimuli, and I don't know how many surprises and frightening things are waiting for me in the future.

Han Cheng thought so, and then couldn't help but secretly smiled bitterly, because he realized that he was thinking too much.

In his current state, even if he didn't become food, he would probably be able to survive for three days at most.

He stood there upright, looking at the forest under the moonlight with its vast atmosphere, a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Shushasha..."

There was another sound in the surrounding woods. Han Cheng, who had heard such a sound many times, was so frightened that he didn't even bother to open his eyes.

Ever since a flat-haired beast that flew from nowhere stood on his head for a long time, and before he left, he didn't forget to pull a lump of stinky bird feces on his nose, wanton insults, he has been Life has nothing to love.

Rather than suffering a little bit of death without the slightest dignity, it would be better to have a happy one.

The voice came from far to near, as if it was coming towards me.

Damn! Finally a beast dares to enter the circle of ashes and eat itself!

Han Cheng was not afraid of being overjoyed, and he was fully expecting the beast to come and eat him.

At the same time, he was thinking about where the beast would bite.

It is best to take a sip on your own neck first, so that you can suffer less pain.

"Slap."

"Papa papa."

Some strange sounds came from the scorched shell-wrapped face along with the feeling of touch.

Han Cheng, who was waiting to die, got angry, sir! It's really unreasonable to deceive people too much!

If you want to eat it, you can eat it, if you don't want to eat it, don't eat less, what the hell is going on if you slap me a few times before you slap your mouth?

He opened his eyes angrily, ready to see what kind of beast it was, it was so perverted!

However, the scene in front of him was completely beyond his expectations.

The one standing in front of him was not a prehistoric beast, but a primitive man with gray hair and an old complexion.

He was obviously taken aback by Han Cheng who suddenly opened his eyes, and the hand that was raised to slap Han Cheng's face again stopped in the air.

There was a look of fright in his cloudy eyes, but then it turned into deep doubt.

The hand he raised stayed in the air for a while, and then fell on his face again under Han Cheng's angry gaze.

But it's not a pat, but a touch.

Touch his mouth and nose and more.

Han Cheng became even more angry, not only because he was molested by this old primitive man, but also because this old bastard smeared half of his face with the lump of bird shit on his nose!

He squinted hard, expressing his anger. .

At this moment, he has already broken the can and smashed it, and he is not afraid of being exposed.

However, the old primitive man didn't stop because of his anger. Instead, he touched his face even more vigorously. After touching his face, he bent down and touched it all the way down...

As the old primitive squatted down, Han Cheng finally saw the scene in other places.

It turns out that behind the old primitive people, there are still some primitive people.

Look at the sexy tiger skin skirt, look at the big belly guy next to him who is drooling at him, and the white bone necklace that contrasts with a black face, isn't this the senior brother who left yesterday? Who are they?

It turned out that their departure yesterday was only short-lived, leaving was not their purpose, but their real intention was to go back and invite Master over.

It's just that this master was a little too unscrupulous, and just after meeting him, he touched his whole body clean.

I am a man!

Han Cheng wailed in his heart. Although his whole body was not covered with black scorched shells except for a few important parts of his head, the rest of his body was not spared, and there was no sense of touch, but he looked at the hands of the old primitive man who kept groping his body. , he still couldn't help shivering.

Fortunately, the old primitive didn't touch it for a long time before he stopped, then stood up, and said something that Han Cheng couldn't understand to the senior brothers behind him.

It can be seen that these primitive people respect this old primitive man very much, including the elder brother of the leader, they all treat him with a respectful appearance.

These people don't even know what they're talking about, even making gestures.

Just looking at the second senior brother who was drooling more and more, Han Chengcheng knew that it was probably not a good thing.

Could it be that these people are also like those monsters in Journey to the West, talking about whether they want to fry themselves in some sesame oil?

It didn't take long for their conversation to stop.

Then the old primitive man looked up at the sky for a while, then looked at the big circle of ashes, and the hoof prints left by some beasts around the circle of ashes, and suddenly put his hands in front of him and made a strange move towards Han Cheng, mouthing Liwuliwala was talking about something.

From their series of conversations with gestures, Han Cheng also saw some clues.

He felt that these people seemed to be narrating their origins to this old primitive man.

But the series of movements and the mantra-like behavior of the old primitive man made him a little confused.

Could it be that he thought he was a heretic and wanted to sacrifice himself to the gods?

Who cares about him, why bother so much at this time? Let's see what kind of tricks the master can make with a group of apprentices!

Han Cheng is now a typical dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

The voice of the old primitive population stopped, and as he pointed at himself, several brothers surrounded him with stone sticks in their hands...