Hanzi has been here for a few days. Since he can't tell whether there is day and night here, he is exposed to the blood-red sun every day. At this time, his skin is already so dark red. Of course
The face shape and height are completely different from these primitive savages.
After communicating with body language for a long time, these savages were convinced that he was a lost person with no malicious intent, and invited him into the village.
At this time, about fifty or sixty men, old and young, had gathered at the entrance of the cottage. They all looked at Hanzi with strange eyes. However, when Hanzi saw those female savages, he couldn't help but feel...
Turning red, it turns out that these female savages are just like the male savages. They only wear skirts made of animal skin around their waists, and their long hair is draped loosely on their shoulders. In addition, there is no trace of hair on their bodies, and their breasts of different sizes are exposed.
He looked shriveled and completely malnourished, which was really incomparable to the plump beauties on the earth. These dozens of people looked at him up and down with strange eyes.
Hanzi actually noticed his situation. At this time, the clothes on his body were all tattered strips of cloth, revealing his strong upper body. Only the jeans were good. They seemed to be of good quality and the cloth was thick enough.
Tough, it was still well preserved after several adventures, but it was already covered with dirt, and the pair of running shoes on its feet also had a few holes in it. If it were on earth, this outfit would be perfect.
Hanako is dressed up in old style.
But in the eyes of these savages, these things made them curious. The materials of these clothes and pants were something they had never seen before, and this man's feet were actually wrapped with something. Many people looked at Hanzi's feet.
He put on his running shoes and looked at his bare feet, feeling curious and a little scared at the same time. Of course, the reason for the fear should be Hanzi's tall body. Just standing there, he was a head or two taller than them.
However, a few younger and more courageous boys ran over, shouting loudly, looking at him up and down strangely, touching the tattered clothes on his body, and tugging at him.
Two boys squatted down and touched his running shoes, with curiosity and envy in their eyes, which made Hanzi feel embarrassed and sighing: "I didn't expect that this fancy outfit would become the emperor's new clothes.
It seems that I have returned to prehistoric civilization!"
A few older savages led the way, followed by more than a dozen children, and the others followed him into the village. This style was quite similar to the style of a leader inspecting the grassroots, Hanzi boy
Xin Xing, I actually think it’s quite fun.
Dozens of people gathered around him and entered a large wooden house. It was built using the natural shape of four big trees and tied with wood around it. It was covered with some branches and leaves.
This house must have been a place where they held meetings, because there was a platform in the middle made of several thick logs, and logs on both sides were placed vertically on the ground.
There was already an old man sitting on the platform in front of him. He couldn't tell how old he was. Anyway, his hair was already gray and his face was as wrinkled as rough paper. There was a wooden sign made of unknown material hanging on his chest.
He made a curved wooden sword, and around his waist was a piece of animal skin that looked similar to tiger skin. It seemed that this was what made him different from others. There was a male savage standing on his left and right.
, they should be young people, both of them have serious expressions on their faces.
Seeing everyone bringing Han Zi in, the young man on the left raised his hand, and everyone behind him stopped. Only a dozen people followed Han Zi in, and these ten people were all men.
One of the men stepped forward and knelt down towards the old man. He muttered for a while, and the old man also said a few words. Then he looked at Hanzi strangely and mumbled something.
Hanzi didn't understand, so he just looked at him with a smile.
They talked to each other for a while, as if they were discussing something. Finally, the old man seemed to have made some decision, and someone invited Hanzi to go down, took him to a tree house, and gestured to him to stay for now.
Rest inside.
The furnishings inside are extremely simple, including a small bed made of a few logs, covered with leaves, a few folded wooden sticks next to it, and several animal skins of unknown animals hanging in the corners of the room.
A basin hollowed out by a wooden stake contains some water.
Hanzi sat on the small bed, feeling helpless. He still hasn't figured out why the bad old man sent him here. What can he do in this prehistoric civilization environment?
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It seems that these primitive savages must have made a living by hunting, as can be seen from the animal skins hanging everywhere in the village.
He sat bored for a long time, and then someone came to invite him out. When he arrived at an open space in the mountain village, there were already people gathered here. Hanzi made a rough count, there were about one hundred, fifty or sixty people.
At this time, these savages were standing there quietly in a circle, with a pile of dry firewood piled in the middle. The old man I saw earlier was holding a cane, and the head of the cane looked like a snake's head.
After he saw Hanzi arriving, he knelt down and worshiped devoutly three times in the direction of the mountain, muttering something in his mouth. After a while, he asked someone to fetch a piece of wood. A strong man walked up and took it.
He got a small stick and drilled it into the wood. After a while, he got a flame and ignited the pile of dry firewood in the middle. After a while, a raging fire started. The savages knelt down and faced each other.
The blazing fire worshiped devoutly.
"It turns out that they are holding a fire-making ceremony. Why don't they just make a fire? Why do they have to make it so grand? I really don't understand." Hanzi thought to himself.
After paying homage to the fire, someone took out several prey animals whose fur and guts had been cleaned from a room and set them up for barbecue on the fire.
A dozen savage girls formed a circle and danced next to the fire, shouting something in their mouths. Their withered breasts kept shaking as they beat. It should be very tempting to say it.
The human scene, but in Hanzi's eyes, he felt a little disgusting. The girls here can be said to have no trace of sensual beauty. If he is allowed to live in this place for the rest of his life, let him be with these withered breasts.
When a woman lives together, he would rather find a wall and hit her to death.
After a while, the prey on the fire gave off an attractive fragrance. The children looked at the prey on the campfire and kept swallowing their saliva, as if they had been hungry for many days.
When the prey was cooked, these savages bowed to the mountain three more times before they began to eat the prey.