The radiator area behind the refrigerator is not generally dirty, and will continue to be dirty. As long as the refrigerator is not broken, ordinary people will not even think about cleaning this area.
However, Yang Muyun then thought about it. Doesn't this mean that the back of the refrigerator is safe and hidden and will not be noticed for three to five years or even ten to eight years?
It seems safer to put the gateway to the world behind the refrigerator.
Yang Muyun didn't want to appear next to the sofa the next time he came.
I was lucky not to be discovered by the giant this time, but it may not be the case next time.
So, Yang Muyun opened his palms and recited a spell, and the familiar bubbles appeared again, and slowly expanded rapidly during the rotation, wrapping the two of them, then quickly shrank, and in an instant they turned into a singularity and disappeared.
From the perspective of Yang Muyun and Dashi, it was like a curtain of water passing over them, and they were back in the familiar cave in the next moment.
The change of hot and cold made the two of them shiver, but their strong physical fitness allowed them to quickly adapt to the current environment.
Dashi knelt down and counted the borrowed things, and said sadly: "Chief, it would be great if all the tribesmen were alive, and they could also taste the food of the giants."
Yang Muyun nodded without saying anything. After putting down his things, he began to walk around the cave.
Orchid's solid ice filled the surrounding space, spreading from the ground to the cave dome, and even spreading deeper into the mountain along the gaps in the rock wall.
The traces of the battle are sealed in the ice, including the dead tribesmen and the monsters that attacked the tribe.
Yang Muyun clung to the edge of the ice and squinted one eye to look inside, as if he were observing an insect in amber. However, compared to the huge ice in front of him, Yang Muyun looked more like that tiny insect.
Dashi also walked over, and through the orchid ice crystals, some vague figures could be vaguely seen, including monsters and tribe members.
They still maintained their fighting posture, with crazy fighting intent on their faces, like a painting or a group of sculptures.
Dashi said angrily: "These goblins are no match for our tribe. Why would the shaman kill all the tribesmen without distinguishing between ourselves and the enemy?"
As he spoke, the boulder punched the ice, but unfortunately the ice remained motionless and not even the ice chips fell.
Yang Muyun observed for a long time, pointed to the most prominent figure in the center of the battlefield and said, "Is that Lie?"
Dashi immediately raised his head proudly, "Yes, that is our tribe's strongest warrior - Lie! He is a strong man who has awakened the power of blood!"
Yang Muyun understood immediately, "The shaman did not kill the tribesmen, but saved them."
After hearing Yang Muyun's words, Dashi shook his head in confusion.
The tribesmen were obviously killed, how could they say they were saved? Is the chief stupid?
I couldn't figure it out even after racking my brain, so Dashi punched me hard on the head, and then my head felt a little clearer.
Yang Muyun took another look at the goblin corpses covering the ground in the ice crystals, and sighed heavily.
It seems that the Goblin tribe also knew that the Ice Age was coming, and took advantage of it first.
"Dashi, we will raid the homes of these goblins later!"
Upon hearing these words, Dashi immediately trembled all over, the flames of revenge burned blazingly, and the air around his body was slightly distorted by the heat.
His fists were clenched and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Destroy them! Avenge the clan! Let's go now!"
Yang Muyun turned around and said, "No hurry, let's eat first!"
When he heard that he was eating, Dashi immediately bent down, holding his hungry stomach and frowning. All the strength in his body was gone, and he couldn't even stand still.
At the same time, Yang Muyun went outside and broke off some thick ice cubes and put them into the stone pot, grabbed some snow, and then used flint to light a fire.
Looking at the crude cooking utensils, Yang Muyun thought that he should get something more useful the next time he went to borrow something.
Such as a pot.
This stone pot in the tribe can almost be used as a bathtub. It would be too wasteful for two people to use it.
It would be great if I could get a wok. I haven’t tasted stir-frying in ten years. I almost vomit after eating barbecue every day.
After a while, the snow melted, and after the water came out, the ice skates were no longer hard, but became softer and smaller.
After the guddu bubbled, Dashi impatiently wanted to put the noodles in, but Yang Muyun stopped him.
"Dashi, clean the pot and pour the water."
Seeing that Dashi didn't understand, Yang Muyun continued: "The giant's food is extremely sacred, and you must eat it with a pious heart. Do you understand?"
Dashi understood instantly, so he took a wooden stick wrapped with vines and started brushing.
Yang Muyun felt happy in his heart. This barbarian's ancestral stone pot must be hundreds of years old.
This pot has been used all the time, but has never been cleaned. Only the abnormal physical fitness of the barbarians can bear it. If it were any other race, they would have been exterminated long ago.
Yang Muyun dislikes this pot, so he usually eats wild fruits and barbecued meat, and rarely eats anything cooked in the pot.
But today is different. Yang Muyun is the chief and can give orders to the entire tribe.
Although there is only one clan member, this clan member is very obedient and does whatever they are told.
"Dashi, brushing it once is not enough, you have to brush it three times, otherwise it will be ungrateful, do you understand?"
"Yes, Chief!"
"Dashi, brush it three times and then boil it in salt water three times. Add more salt. Don't feel bad. We'll borrow it when it's used up."
"Yes, Chief!"
"Dashi, just washing the pot is not enough. You also need to change clothes and take a bath. Then boil a pot of bath water and wash it well. By the way, don't wash it in the pot."
Yang Muyun quickly warned him, otherwise, Dashi would probably sit in the pot and cook himself.
In the past, it would have been extremely difficult for Dashi to take a bath. After all, the custom of the barbarians was to take a bath once at birth and once after death. If he died on the battlefield and his body could not be recovered, the second bath would be skipped.
But today, Dashi obeyed obediently and washed himself up and down. Especially when washing his hair, it felt too laborious, so he found a sharp stone and shaved his head off.
The only flaw was that his craftsmanship was poor, leaving bloody wounds one after another on his head.
Dashi came back from the bath and found Yang Muyun rubbing his clothes. A closer look revealed that he was rubbing them with salt.
"Chief, this is salt, it's such a waste!"
Yang Muyun waved his hand, "This is called piety, do you understand? Remember, you have to develop a habit of changing clothes and bathing in the future. We are religious barbarians!"
Dashi scratched his head, but when he touched the wound on his head, he gritted his teeth in pain.
"Chief, do we believe in the god of giants? What is the name of that god?"
Yang Muyun was speechless for a while, "You can't ask! You can't tell! Do you understand?"
Looking at the big stone, Yang Muyun threw a fist-sized piece of salt into its mouth.
"Hold it, don't ask me!"
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