prehistoric modern man

Even though the distance was far, Ji Chi could still feel that the line of sight was precisely on him.He lowered his eyelids habitually, and when he looked over again, Yu Yu had already turned his head away.

Because the battle between the two tribes has begun.

With the leader's order, the originally quiet crowd began to boil, each of them had deep expectations on their faces, and they were all shouting desperately.Compared with the madness of the tribal people, the two men standing in the middle of the crowd entered into a fighting state at the same time with vigilance on their faces.

Not far from the older man stood a woman and a child. The woman's face was full of worry, but the child didn't show any emotion. He just stared at the man who had already entered the battle.

They are members of Yu Wu's tribe, and seem to be relatives of the middle-aged man.

The two men who were fighting had fierce faces on their faces. Although their fighting style seemed to be chaotic, their blows would definitely hit each other's vital points.

The crowd on both sides gradually changed from shouting at the beginning to baring their teeth at each other.

Halfway through the fight, the middle-aged man was gradually defeated, and his body was already covered with scars.He is no match for the other side.

The woman standing not far from them seemed to see this too, her tear-stained face was full of despair.

Sure enough, in the next few moves, the two had already decided the winner.Ji Chi thought the battle would end here, but the young man didn't stop, instead he hit harder, and the stick he swung down was fatal.

The crowd on Yu Yu's side fell into a dead silence.

Only the woman's crying became louder, and the child beside her was also staring at the middle-aged man who had fallen to the ground with red eyes, and a stick had been ruthlessly penetrated into his chest.

The man struggled to look at the tribe first and then at the women and children, with deep guilt and despair on his face.

The woman threw herself on the man who was gradually losing his struggle, crying hoarsely.Only the child stood stubbornly on the spot with his back straight, without moving at all.

The woman cried for a while but didn't see the child coming, so she raised the tears from her eyes and called out "Imam", as if scolding or praying.

The child called "Imam" just came back to his senses and walked over with a numb expression.

This kind of life and death scene, which used to only appear on TV, was actually in front of him, and Ji Chi was still a little dazed.He suddenly thought of his parents who had been neglected by him and his life like a pool of stagnant water.

The long-lasting numbness in his body was shaken, Ji Chi frowned, turned and left.

Back in the rattan house, he sat still for a while before trying to shake off the boredom in his heart, moved the giant bird stuck between the branches of the tree down the tree, and started to tidy up.

After plucking the colorful feathers of the giant bird, Ji Chi just moved the knife, and there was a hot tingling sensation in the palm of his hand. He took a look and saw that the blood of the bird had splashed on the scratched part of the palm of his hand.

After observing for a while, he felt vigilant, put away his knife, and sat down beside the big tree, waiting for the change in the palm of his hand.

This was accidentally scratched when he was drawing the bow. The wound was so shallow that he couldn't even feel pain.He pressed it, and the flesh that had hardened with the coagulated blood became soft now, but there was still no change.

He stood up and moved the bald bird to the tree again, covering the colorful feathers that were so conspicuous on the green moss, which he casually covered with young grass.

He dug another trap hole 100 meters away from the rattan house, covered it with grass and put roasted poria cocos on it, and found yew branches to weave a few more wooden frames and hung them on the branches above the rattan house.

When he got down from the tree, he poured out all the arrows, took the empty quiver to pick full brown nuts, took a stone and climbed up the tree, picked a few big leaves and put them on the vine roof, and began to knock them open one by one. nut.

The salt slurry on the endocarp has become slightly more solidified than last time, but the pulp still has some moisture, crisp and unchanged.

He flattened the top of a short branch with a jackknife, dug out the salt slurry and laid it on the leaves to dry.

There is still a lot of salt slurry from a basket of nuts, which has filled the roof, even if it is dried in the sun, there is still a lot.

It's just that there is more pulp. He put it next to his nose and smelled it, and took a bite. The taste of raw peanuts was not bad. He poured all the pulp from a quiver into a wooden frame. Instead of throwing it away, it's better to dry it .

After doing this, he sat on the wooden door across the entrance of the rattan house, and checked the wound on his palm while resting.

The scab has healed.

Ji Chi paused in the air with his raised hand, and looked at the funny-looking bald bird stuck between the branches of the tree. Does its blood have any effect?

If so, its meat...

Ji Chi got up abruptly and walked over to inspect it carefully.

Of course, I didn't see why.

He moved the bald bird that had been upgraded to a medicine lead down the tree again, got a few large fruit shells, cut its neck and began to bleed into the shells.

After bleeding, he picked a pile of non-poisonous grass leaves from around and put them into the shell until several shells were filled.

To avoid spoiling it, he dug a not-so-deep hole next to the tree, put the fruit shells in, covered it, spread grass on it, and covered it with soil before picking up the bird meat.

After cleaning the internal organs, he directly cut the raw bird meat into pieces and put it in a wooden frame. If its meat is really medicinal, it would be better to dry it raw.

There are too many birds, and several wooden boxes are already full.

He got down from the tree and looked at the trap hole. A red-haired rabbit fell into the newly dug hole, but the old hole was still the same.He put the red-haired rabbit into the old hole, threw a few poria cocos into it, and then covered it.Xindong was disguised by him again.

It was already afternoon, and the crowd by the river didn't know if they were gone or not.

Ji Chi leaned against the tree, took out a few feathers from under the young grass, held them in his hands, and fiddled with them casually.

In fact, he was already sweating, and with the damp and sweltering heat in the woods, he felt like he was in a steamer and couldn't breathe.

He licked his lips. He hadn't had a sip of water since morning, and he didn't eat anything except a few wild fruits, but he didn't feel hungry either.

He casually lowered his head and saw an ugly worm struggling to climb up his calf. He watched it silently for a while, and when it reached his knees, he gently stroked it off with the feathers in his hand, then raised his head to go up. Then he leaned against the tree and closed his eyes.

Before he knew it, he leaned against the tree and fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, in a trance, he seemed to hear a slight sound of feet stepping on the grass. He wanted to wake up, but he couldn't move his eyes away.

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, one step and two steps, and finally stopped, followed by the faint sound of breathing, so close at hand, Ji Chi's eyelids moved a few times, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

A pair of big round, dark eyes were fixed above without blinking, Ji Chi was startled, sat up straight, those eyes blinked, and the Adam's apple on his neck rolled a few times, Ji Chi finally woke up, it turned out that It was Yu Yu who stretched his eyes wide and bent down to look at him condescendingly.

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