I don't know how long it took, but poor Song Yong finally woke up faintly, but unfortunately, in the first time, he failed to open his eyes.

In the case of a long-term lack of oil and water, the human body will bring this kind of small problem:

As long as you sleep a little longer, you will wake up with more eye droppings, which is a little scary.

Regarding this, it is still a knowledge point that Song Yong has obtained from the mouth of Song Jiefang, the old man who has experienced a difficult period at home, since he was a child.

Since he was a child, he has heard more than once from Song Jiefang's mouth:

When they were young, how difficult it was to live, often without enough food and clothing, and now the children are so happy.

It's just that Song Yong never thought of it at the beginning was that he was lucky enough to verify the truth of this statement when he became an adult.

In recent months, Song Yong has often woken up to find that his eyes are covered with droppings, and he needs to rub his hands for a while to make himself able to do something as simple as opening his eyes.

Under the instinctive reaction, Song Yong wanted to raise his hand and rub off these big lumps and thick eye feces.

It was at this moment that he realized that his hands had been firmly tied.

Or rather, it was not only his hands that were bound, but also the ankles of his feet, and the materials used to bind him were vines and the like.

Because in the short struggle, Song Yong had already felt that his wrist was punctured in many places by the small thorns on the vines.

In addition, such as the backpack on his back, the hard hat on his head, and the big iron pot on his chest, Song Yong couldn't feel their presence at this moment.

Thanks to the past two years, Song Yong has experienced the career of Sanhe God.

This made him develop a good psychological quality, so that he did not scream helplessly like a little girl, after finding out that he was kidnapped.

The main thing is that he has this rotten life left, and there are really not many things to worry about.

For this reason, he carefully pulled the eye droppings in his eye sockets with his bound hands, and at the same time turned his brain, which seemed a little funny because of hunger.

First, he succeeded in recalling what he had been through before he fell unconscious.

That's right, he came to this alien plane with excellent air and scenery through that green space-time passage, and then he fell into the pit and fainted with starvation.

According to the big pit, all kinds of small details to analyze.

The pit is supposed to be dug out by hand, similar to a hunting trap.

After analyzing this, Song Yong was finally relieved, mainly because he felt that the matter of being tied up was not so bad.

Come to think of it, it's understandable that this outside native is a little cautious about an outsider like himself.

Next, according to the routines in those online novels, as long as you can show kindness, you can quickly get the other party to let you go.

There may be some unreliability about the fact that when his tiger body was shaken, the other party bowed his head and bowed.

But it shouldn't be difficult to let the other party let go of themselves and get some otherworldly food to enjoy by the way......

After thinking about it, Song Yong's heart immediately settled, and even the technique of pulling eye with his fingertips became a little more delicate.

However, he didn't think about it at all, if those Internet writers who hit the streets, the plots they came up with would come in handy.

Those street authors, how can they be so poor that they are about to eat dirt?

The difference between the cruelty of the real reality and the beauty of his imagination is a bit beyond imagination.

"Hell, I'm going to die, I'm going to die~" Ten minutes later, Song Yong's heart was so wailing.

Not long ago, he successfully opened his eyes, but when he opened his eyes blankly and looked at everything that appeared in front of him, he was confused again.

He found himself lying on the edge of a large river.

In addition to the sound of rushing water, there was also the movement of creatures that were clearly moving.

Enduring the soreness all over his body, Song Yong changed his lying posture to reclining with his face facing the direction of the river.

In this way, he also had a full view of the group of people who were busy by the river, but it was precisely this that made him even more confused.

Or, to put it more accurately, the poor young man was frightened.

There were a total of nine people in that group, and none of them were adult men; according to Song Yong's visual measurements, the tallest was about 1.8 meters, and the shortest was more than 1.7 meters.

The head and face of the obvious yellow face are covered with messy shoulder-length hair.

The upper half of their bodies were all exposed, and on their necks were necklaces strung together with more or less animal teeth and stones.

The only thing they had to wear was a gray animal skin around their waists.

As for the origin of the animal skin, Song Yong did not know anything about it, but he was sure that it was definitely not a leopard-print skirt.

Seeing so many obvious features, Song Yong didn't know that the other world he came to was still a primitive era in terms of civilization.

Journey back to the primitive era, let's go to the primitive era.

Even in online novels, among the millions of time-travelers, there are not too many people who have traveled to the primitive era, and the conditions are indeed far worse than those who have traveled to various feudal dynasties in history.

However, there are still a lot of traversers, who can still mix in the primitive era.

I believe that he, Song Yong, with a civilization that is tens of thousands of years ahead, and a series of insights brought by him, can always be mixed with a stronger state than before.

It's a pity that after seeing clearly what those primitive people were busy doing, the last bit of beautiful fantasy in the poor young man's heart was suddenly completely shattered.

In its place, there was endless panic and fear.

Song Yong could clearly see that one of the primitive people first used his left hand to lift a suckling pig-sized creature, but it looked like a rabbit.

A few seconds later, he used a handful of sharpened stones on his right hand to easily slice the veins in the fat rabbit's chin.

At the moment when the rabbit's blood spurted out, the primitive man ignored the struggle of the cute rabbit, opened his mouth and leaned in.

While gulping rabbit blood, he still had an intoxicated expression on his face, as if it was not some fishy rabbit blood, but the legendary 82-year-old Lafite.

After a few large sips, the primitive man passed the rabbit in his hand to the next person.

In the time that followed, the hapless rabbit was passed in the hands of a group of primitives until it was completely drained of all blood.

Suddenly, the word 'Ru Mao drinking blood' rose in Song Yong's heart, making him shiver involuntarily.

If it was just that, Song Yong would still be able to resist such a scene.

The problem was that the primitive, who was the leader, opened his mouth and smiled at him after seeing that Song Yong had woken up.

Looking at the other party's mouth, the white flower teeth covered with blood.

Song Yong didn't feel the slightest kindness from the other party's smile.

On the contrary, I can see from the other party's face the joy from the heart when facing the crops that are about to be harvested.

A terrible thought, like a devil, lingered in his heart, and it couldn't get rid of it:

This is a primitive tribe of cannibals......

To be honest, before passing through the space-time passage, Song Yong had already made enough preparations in his heart, thinking of the many dangers he might encounter.

However, he never imagined that he would be treated as food for primitive people to enjoy.

An inexplicable feeling of grief and indignation rose irrepressibly in Song Yong's heart.

Although his hands and feet are tied now, there is no way to make any substantive resistance, but it does not mean that he, Song Yong, can just let these primitive people eat him.

Soon, a hot and humid temperature came from the jeans between his legs.

Looking at the liquid that metabolized the fishy taste, it was wet with a ball of crotch, Song Yong's face was full of deterrence, that kind of unyielding, strong soul, after bursting out his greatest will.

I thought of it with great joy in my heart: "What about the primitive people who eat * human tribes? If you want to eat me, Lao Tzu will make you unable to drink the soup~"

Well, in fact, Song Yong, a worthless person, was scared to pee on the spot.