Chapter 2975 Prehistoric Practice!

"Strong Arm" was woken up by a "jingling" sound.

This is the beginning of chaos, the beginning of a new era, the sky and the earth are dark, volcanic eruptions are everywhere, and black smoke fills the air. While the earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking, it also brings abundant nutrients. The jungle grows freely, and birds and beasts gallop freely. , and gave birth to "Strong Arm", a preliminarily intelligent and social spirit of all things, a caveman who drank blood.

"Strong Arm" is the leader of the 20 or 30 cavemen in this cave. As distant relatives of early humans, they have a strong body, with faces and shoulders that develop horizontally, with long hair hanging all over their bodies, and their hands and feet are covered with well-developed muscles. Said to be a human, more like a gorilla standing upright.

The foreheads of cavemen are tilted backwards, but the lower jaw is protruding forward. This skull structure not only gives them a developed bite force, but also limits the development of their brain volume and wisdom, so they have not yet learned how to polish too delicate tools. , not to mention learning to plant and raise animals, but to forge rough stone axes, wooden spears and bone sticks, to chase prey every day, and to gather fruits.

Chasing prey requires a lot of energy. If you are sleepy, you may be escaped by plump prey, or you may forget to distinguish the footprints of beasts, leading to unimaginable consequences. As the leader of cavemen, the sleep of "Strong Arm" is a matter of life and death for the entire group event.

Therefore, when he was woken up before dawn, "Strong Arm" accumulated a lot of anger and was full of high vigilance. The hair all over his body stood up like a chimpanzee, and there was a "snoring" sound deep in his chest. .

The other men in the cave, or male troglodytes, were also awakened by the strange noise.

"Hairless", "one more", "pig's paw", the men looked at each other in blank dismay, and then turned their cloudy eyes to the leader, gestured with curled fingers, and asked "Strong Arm" what's going on with gestures?

The sound of "ding ding dong dong" came from the deepest part of the cave. At the end of the darkness, there was still a faint light of fire shining!

The cave is warm, rugged, and long, making it the perfect habitat for troglodytes.

But the cave slopes downward, sinking deeper and deeper, and there is nothing at the end, which is not suitable for survival, and it is even less likely that a "sacred tree" will be struck by lightning and ignite a raging fire.

These cavemen are still exploring the mysteries of making fire, and they have instinctive curiosity and awe of flames.

Although it was a faint flame, it was enough to stimulate the pupils of all the cavemen, shrinking to the size of a pinhead.

Grinding its sharp canine teeth, "Strong Arm" picked up a slightly polished stone axe, gestured, and crawled towards the end of the cave together with the male caveman.

Soon, they saw a torch with extremely exquisite workmanship, made of pine cones, animal oil and bone sticks, which was far ahead of the times. .

The flames stung their eyes, made their pores shrink, their muscles stiffened, and it was difficult to breathe. Even the strongest and boldest leader "Strong Arm" almost screamed and ran away with his head in his arms.

But what surprised them even more was the thin and small figure under the reflection of the swaying flames.

"It's 'crooked neck'!"

"One More" with six fingers on his right hand dances and gestures to "Strong Arm", relieving each other's tension.

These early cave dwellers did not have the ability to master language. Their rough throats could only make strange roars, forming short syllables, and the firelight with their teeth and claws sealed their throats tightly, and they dared not make any sound. .

No need to say "one more", "Strong Arm" also recognizes it.

"Crooked Neck" is the thinnest caveman in this small cave.

If the other cavemen are chimpanzees and Strong Arm is a gorilla, then Crooked Neck is simply a hairless monkey.

Such a thin caveman did not have the right to survive in the cruel wilderness.

But although he is thin, he runs very fast. He is also good at grinding stone axes, making stone spears and all kinds of weird things. He can often smell the breath of beasts and prevent the hunting team from being wiped out. Just reluctantly let him stay.

In addition to being thin and thin, "Crooked neck" has another problem that is not a problem. Every night, he seldom sleeps, but likes to run outside, in the wilderness where he can't see his fingers. The bright stars in the sky fell into long-term thinking.

Outside the cave, under the night, is the world of ferocious beasts, saber-toothed tigers, long-haired lions, and ubiquitous wolves and giant ancient pigs. I don't know how the crooked neck escaped the attack of many ferocious beasts.

Fortunately, this early tribe of cavemen had not yet developed a primitive religion. Otherwise, such aliens as "crooked neck" would definitely be regarded as "demons" by the tribe and thrown under the cliffs to please the gods.

In fact, according to the nomenclature of cavemen, "crooked neck" should be called "watching the stars".

However, the barren brains of these cavemen are still unable to understand the concept of heaven and earth, let alone what is flashing in the sky whenever the night sky comes. In their view, they are just meaningless things Just a little bit of light.

Their short syllables and the arrangement of ten fingers are unable to describe such an unfathomable concept as "star", so they have to use habitual movements to call this thin and thin fellow "crooked neck".

Including "Strong Arm", all cave dwellers knew that "Crooked Neck" was an outlier in the group, but no one thought that "Crooked Neck" would be so weird. Things that no one has ever seen, can't describe, and can't understand.

He is drawing.

He first used a sharp stone spear to carve out rough lines on the limestone, then ground them with various ores and then added water, blood and grease to paint them. He looked primitive, simple, rough and full of life. The murals of life tension appeared in front of many cavemen.

In the dark and chaotic sea of ​​thinking of cavemen, there is no space for art, religion and imagination to run freely. As the leader, "Strong Arm" should immediately stop the absurd move of "Crooked Neck", but his throat and strong His arms were tightly grasped by an invisible force, unable to roar or wave his arms, he could only stare blankly.

Looking at it, a light of wisdom, like clear spring water, seemed to flow from the fingers of the "crooked neck" into the narrow ventricle of the "strong arm", which made him vaguely understand the meaning of this mural.

"Crooked Neck" first painted a lot of little people under the mural, these little people wield stone axes and spears, seem to be chasing... wild boars and bison, that, that is their daily life, that represents them!

Then, "Crooked Neck" drew a lot of small dots on the top of the mural, and around the small dots, there are continuously spreading radiating lines, which are the things hanging high in the sky, the sun, the moon and the stars.

In the end, "Crooked Neck" drew many dotted lines from the little figures representing them, all the way to the sun, moon and stars in the sky, and drew many arrows at the end of the dotted lines.

What does this mean? Does it mean that these cavemen who have just transformed from mud dots will one day be able to fly above the sun, moon and stars?

"Strong Arm" doesn't know.

He just felt that there were many, many brand new concepts, brand new vocabulary, brand new pictures and bizarre fantasies, pouring into the depths of his brain, or simply coming out of the depths of his brain.

The sun, the moon, the stars, the heavens and the earth, the universe, flying, exploring... He really wanted to find a new way of expression, explain all these concepts to the people of the tribe, and then search together with the tribe, looking for a way to fly to the sun .

"Strong Arm" was overwhelmed by this huge, deep, remote, and ever-changing world. Clear tears flowed from the corners of his turbid eyes. He stood there blankly, and the stone ax fell to the ground unconsciously.

His people, "one more", "hairless", "pig's paw"...all of them are the same.

"Crooked Neck" completed the mural, his ten fingers were worn out, and the last stroke was completely stained with blood.

He turned his head, looked at his clansmen who were stunned and thoughtful, and grinned, the smile was extremely bright, pure, and peaceful.

While the clansmen were still in a trance and couldn't help themselves, "Crooked Neck" quietly entered the shadow that the torches couldn't reach, stuck to the cave wall, bypassed the clansmen, and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

He tiptoed and walked very carefully, not wanting to wake up the sleeping women and children.

"Crooked neck" pushed away the rock that blocked the entrance of the cave, and then re-blocked the cave from the outside. Only then, one step at a time, came to the wilderness of dawn.

The sun has not yet risen, but a wave of red awns has risen on the horizon, outlining a steep, majestic, and thrilling ridge.

The river is rushing, and all things are awakened. The roar of beasts and the chirping of birds gradually come from a distance, forming an ancient chorus.

"Crooked neck" looked at everything reluctantly, took a deep breath, licked his saliva with his curled hands, and combed his hair carefully for the last time.

Under the reflection of the morning glow, the hair all over his body exudes a red color, and in the depth of the red, there are faint strands of golden light. It is obviously a weak monkey, but it exudes a soul-stirring, heaven and earth. Covered breath.

Suddenly, he stopped combing, fumbled carefully, and picked out a flea from between the hairs.

I habitually want to pinch to death, but after thinking about it, I curled up my fingers and flicked the fleas out into the wilderness of infinite possibilities.

The rock that blocked the cave behind was pushed away again, and there was a hasty roar from "Strong Arm" and others.

"Crooked neck" didn't turn his head back, smiled slightly, jumped up, and turned into a rainbow to face the rising sun!