The cold air penetrated into his body, and Han Cheng, whose fur was tightly wrapped around his body, was still shivering from the cold.
After being out for so long, he was completely frozen.
"There are a lot of fish. Enough to eat. Go back and stay warm."
With a grimace on his face, Han Cheng reluctantly stretched out his hand that had just regained some consciousness under his arm, and pulled the lame fish that had been thrown on the ice to the snow nest on the shore.
Here, there are already more than a dozen fish with holes in their bodies. Due to the cold weather, except for the three fish that emerged recently, the rest have been frozen hard.
Han Cheng no longer had the excitement he had when he first saw the fish, and all his enthusiasm was frozen by the ubiquitous cold air.
"It's not cold to catch fish."
The lameness is hopeless. This guy is now completely immersed in the joy of catching fish and cannot extricate himself. He can no longer feel the cold.
He held the harpoon in his purple-frozen hand, staring closely at the number of fish in the hole in the ice, looking for a suitable opportunity to strike.
Hearing Han Cheng's words, he became addicted to eating fish and didn't even look back.
Han Cheng sniffed, "Damn, what kind of evil did you do!"
I thought I was very smart and tricked a coolie, but who would have thought that this coolie is a complete workaholic!
Han Cheng stamped his feet, and his feet, which were wrapped in leather, were too cold to feel.
"You catch the fish. I'll go back and give it to the witch."
Han Chenglian said with gestures to convey his meaning.
No matter, no matter, if Lame loves to spear fish, let him spear it here. I won’t be freezing here without him. If this continues, there will be fish in the tribe to eat. I estimate that I will survive.
I have to tell you here too!
After he finished speaking, without waiting for Lame's reply, he raised his legs and ran towards the cave. He didn't want to stay in this damn place for a moment longer.
After running for a while, Han Cheng stopped, thought about it, turned around, and turned back.
I found the smallest one among the more than ten raindrops on the ground. I touched it with my hands that were too cold and looked left and right. Then I folded some tough hay exposed outside the snow and passed it through the fish's mouth. I pulled the hay and pulled the fish to step on the top.
The frozen hard snow rushed into the cave.
It was impossible to go back without bringing a fish, otherwise I would have to spend a lot of time explaining to the witch that the fish was not missing, but was just blocked by the ice.
And Wu BaZheng still won’t believe it.
It's better to just take a fish back and save the trouble.
Compared with the cold outside the cave, it is much warmer inside the cave.
After jumping and jumping, tired, panting and sweating profusely, the shaman finally completed the sacrificial ceremony and prayed to the gods for blessings.
Although he looked calm, he was actually a little uneasy in his heart.
This kind of anxiety will arise after every sacrifice.
This was not because he was insincere in offering sacrifices to the gods, nor was it because he did something wrong during the sacrifice, but because of a secret that had been hidden deep in his heart for many years.
The secret is...
He is not able to communicate with the gods as his tribe imagined!
This is a heart problem that has followed him for decades.
He can confidently say that every time he performs a sacrifice, he does it wholeheartedly, and every process and every action is done perfectly without any mistakes.
But what worries him is that he has not received instructions from the gods even once in these years...
This made him feel uneasy. Even though he hid it well and no one in the tribe had ever suspected it, he still felt a little uneasy.
He was worried that the gods, who had never given him any instructions, would not protect the tribe because of this.
This made the witch very distressed, because he clearly remembered that the last witch had clearly told him that he could communicate with the gods.
It is precisely because of this that the witch will feel more uneasy after each sacrifice. After all, a witch can get instructions from the god for the same ritual and the same actions, but he cannot...
The shaman held the bone staff in both hands and placed it on the stone in front of the totem pole where the gods lived. He carefully removed the feather crown on his head and placed it in its original position respectfully. Then he let out a sigh of relief.
He turned around, wanting to see the little guy with a magical origin and magical transformation.
However, he did not see him in the cave, and the lame lame was also missing.
Wu was a little anxious, and he was very interested in this little guy who fell from the sky.
Because in his understanding, gods live in the sky where only birds can fly.
The totem pole placed in the tribe is just a clone of the god, and it is the place where the god stays briefly when receiving sacrifices.
And this little guy fell from the sky.
This made the shaman, who had never received instructions from the gods, feel a little excited, as if he had seen some path.
Especially when he came down, there was such a terrifying scene.
A person stayed in the wild for a whole night without being eaten by wild beasts, and he still managed to live like this again.
All these things made him curious and interested in this unusual little guy.
From the words and gestures of several frail women who stayed in the cave, Wu learned where Han Cheng was going and what they were going to do.
This made Wu both angry and a little touched.
This little guy, the fish in this cold weather are gone, where can I go to spear fish?
Don't freeze your body anymore!
He thought like this and looked at the five or seven children in the cave who were about the same size as the little guy or even much bigger than the little guy. He couldn't help but secretly shake his head.
They are all children too. So far, these people in the tribe only know how to sleep and play, and they are far behind the little ones.
Although the little guy is doing useless work when he goes out at this time and suffers from the cold in vain, it is enough to have this thought.
Well, unknowingly, Han Cheng also became someone else's child.
"You, you, tell him to come back."
Wu looked at the half-grown children in the tribe and sighed for a while, then pointed to the two women who had just answered his words and asked them to go out and call Han Cheng and Lai back.
Naturally, the two women did not dare to disobey the witch's orders. They found furs and wrapped them around their bodies, and then removed the middle stone at the entrance of the cave. The cool air from outside immediately came in!
The two of them bent down and walked out without hesitation.
Feeling the cold air, the witch wanted to call someone to seal the entrance of the cave again, but found that the two women who had just left had returned.
This made Wu a little puzzled and at the same time a little angry. They actually didn't even listen to him!
However, Wu was a very calm person. He did not get angry, but was about to ask. Before he could speak, Han Chenggong had already slipped in from outside the cave.
Feeling the warm air in the cave, Han Cheng couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
There was a smile on Wu's face, and he was about to praise this sensible little guy, but the next moment, he was stunned.
His eyes were fixed on the fish that Han Cheng had dragged back all the way and refused to move, his face full of shock and disbelief.
