The rustling became louder and louder, and the branches and leaves swayed more and more. Under Han Cheng's eager and curious expectation, his nobleman finally appeared.
"hiss!"
Even though his throat was so sore that he couldn't make a sound, Han Cheng couldn't help but take a deep breath!
Because his ‘noble person’ is so expensive!
The dense and somewhat burnt leaves were carefully peeled away, and a head with long messy hair and a few colorful bird feathers stuck out of it.
The high brow bones, the overly full forehead, the somewhat straight nose, and the wide mouth with the corners slightly drooping down all made Han Cheng stunned!
He looked at the alert-looking head ten meters away, and a picture in his memory suddenly appeared, overlapping with the face in front of him.
That is the restored bust of the Zhoukoudian people in Beijing printed on the first chapter of the first volume of the junior high school history book, The Origin of Humanity!
Han Cheng's eyes almost popped out, his eyes were dull, and a feeling more complicated than seeing a ghost came to his heart, making him feel dizzy.
‘Whoosh!’
After he withdrew that breath of cold air, he immediately retracted his protruding head and hid behind the leaves to secretly look at this strange thing in the ashes.
After a while, the head poked out from behind the branches and leaves again. After a few glances at Han Cheng, seeing that nothing special happened, he became bolder and walked out from between the branches and leaves.
Behind him, several more people who looked somewhat similar came out one after another, looking at the large circle of ashes and the char-like existence in the circle with alertness and confusion.
Han Cheng's eyes still didn't shrink back. He looked at these people who were obviously dressed as primitive people, and in his heart ten thousand grass and mud horses ran away.
This is so fucking inconsistent with the Basic Law of Time Travel!
Why do other people have good things happen to them when they travel through time, but they end up like this when they get here?
It doesn't matter if you become a vegetative existence, but why the hell did you get some primitive people out?
Allow yourself to experience prehistoric civilization?
At this moment, Han Cheng wanted to die.
Especially after seeing clearly the shapes and costumes of these primitive people, he was extremely speechless and helpless.
The leader looked lean and strong, with his upper body bare and a piece of tiger skin wrapped around his waist like a short skirt.
In his hand was a stick as thick as a baby's arm, polished smooth and smooth.
The stick is as tall as a person, and the two ends are ground into spikes.
The person following him looked wide and fat, especially his belly, which was as high as a general's belly common among modern people.
He was obviously just a primitive man, but he ate so much. Han Cheng couldn't help but wonder, when did the primitive man's life become so good?
The other person walking beside him had an unusually dark face, a strong build, a messy beard, and a string of skulls of unknown animals hanging around his neck.
Perhaps due to the length of time they were hung up, some of these skulls were white, some were yellow, and the colors were different shades.
Behind the two of them, there were five or six similar people with different expressions, holding sticks and stones in their hands and walking cautiously towards this side.
this……
Are you sure you are meeting primitive people and not Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother and Junior Brother Sha?
Looking at the people approaching him, Han Cheng was amazed and wailing silently in his heart.
Regardless of what Han Cheng was thinking, the three senior brothers continued to approach Han Cheng with six men from different departments.
Looking at the sticks and rocks in their hands that were ready to be swung at any time, Han Cheng, who was in a vegetative state, couldn't even move his eyes.
Otherwise, it would be unjust to be killed by them as a monster!
Seeing that the strange thing in front of them was motionless, like a dead thing, and seemed to be in no danger, they gradually became bolder.
The senior brother who was walking in the front wearing a tiger skin skirt straightened his back, raised the stick in his hand with one hand and pointed it at Han Cheng, his mouth wide open.
"Monster! Take a stick from me!"
Han Cheng, who had watched the 1986 version of "Journey to the West", had already automatically dubbed the voice for the senior brother in his mind when he saw this familiar scene.
However, what greeted him was...
“#￥￥%62#￥!2$#”
The senior brother looked at Han Cheng with a serious face and said such a series of words, which made Han Cheng stunned for a while.
Han Cheng, whose eyes were so wide open, tried hard to maintain this posture and looked at the scene in front of him that he had never imagined in his dreams.
“￥5#67*!$#~%”
Seeing that the monster in front of him remained motionless and showed no reaction in the face of his scolding, the senior brother increased his voice again and his expression became fierce.
Pretending to knock down the stick in his hand.
In order to prevent himself from being beaten to death as a monster, Han Cheng used great perseverance to hold back his eyes and ignore the blow from his senior brother.
The stick was caught halfway and did not really fall.
Perhaps this confirmed that Han Cheng was just a non-threatening and lifeless thing. After two rounds of questioning and intimidation, the senior brother's expression became visibly relaxed.
I turned around and didn't know what I said to the people behind me. These people also relaxed their vigilance one by one.
Han Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he had passed this dangerous hurdle.
However, the good times did not last long.
While the senior brother was walking to check elsewhere with a stick, the pot-bellied second senior brother sniffed.
Looking at the second senior brother who sniffed more and more, his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and there was a thin line of crystal flowing out of the corner of his mouth, Han Cheng's heart suddenly started to lift again.
He had forgotten that he was now being made to smell like barbecue.
In this era where people don't even know if their popularity has been exploited, for a primitive foodie, it is indeed an irresistible temptation like this.
Han Cheng could understand the mood of a foodie, but he would never tolerate himself becoming a foodie.
But now, except for the movement of his eyeballs, he can't move anywhere else! He can only stay here motionless and become human flesh to be slaughtered!
"Snapped!"
Han Cheng also paid attention to the second senior brother who was getting closer and closer to him as he sniffed. He was drooling and his face was almost touching his own. He opened his mouth and showed his yellow teeth, looking like he wanted to take a bite of his charred face.
So much so that in order not to become the food of the primitive man, he was ready to desperately retract his eyes and turn them around to scare this damn foodie away!
At this moment, a crisp voice came out, and the face that was about to touch his face trembled suddenly, and then moved away from him.
"￥#%@$!%"
But I saw the senior brother in a sexy tiger skin skirt running over at some point, grabbing the second senior brother's ears and pulling them back while scolding him with a serious expression.
The second senior brother, who looked quite strong, was quite afraid of his senior brother and did not dare to resist at all.
Eight or nine primitive people searched here for a while, but found nothing new. When Han Cheng's eyes were sore and he was crying, these people finally left.
This made Han Cheng, who was always worried about becoming food for primitive people, burst into tears.
It was just that when the second senior brother left, he looked back with an affectionate look that made him want to shudder...
