After passing through the space-time passage again, and returning to the modern plane, the secret garage in the basement of Song Ji, Song Yong looked at everything familiar in front of him, but Song Yong had a feeling of being in a different world.

Almost two months have passed, and I have been staying in the primitive era where there was nothing.

Not to mention! After such a long time, Song Yong saw the emergency lights in the garage and the cold cement walls in his eyes.

I can't help but feel that it is really full of science and technology and modern atmosphere.

Therefore, Song Yong, as if he was a profound philosopher, came to this conclusion:

Don't always see a lot of people on the Internet, always shouting to escape the hustle and bustle of the city, look back on the beautiful nature or something.

All of the above are especially hypocritical after eating.

They have long been accustomed to modern life, but they really have to come to an environment similar to a primitive era plane, and they can't bear it for a few days.

They probably miss everything in the city, the junk food that has been criticized, and the qualifying matches and new ones.

With such a profound thought, Song Yong turned on the switch of the garage door.

While the door was slowly opening towards the outside, Song Yong glanced at the mobile phone that was reconnected to the Internet, and the updated time on it was just a few minutes past two o'clock in the morning.

In addition to this, it is accompanied by a long series of prompt tones and vibrations on the phone.

It means that during the time he left, there were N many missed calls and messages.

It is estimated that he has never been able to go out to buy goods for so long, whether it is the employees in the store, or the female ticket and the old man at home, Song Jiefang.

Even Zhao Junjie in Hong Kong City was a little worried about himself, and he asked what was going on.

The vast majority of these hundreds of missed calls and new message tips were contributed by them.

It was precisely when I saw a scene that I thought that there were too many people waiting for me to reply one by one, but I didn't rush after seeing this.

It's the middle of the night, and no matter what important thing they have to find themselves, I'm afraid they're all in a sweet dream now.

So, if there is anything to do, tomorrow morning, when I wake up.

Now, it's time to quickly move a truckload of ingredients into the cold storage and store them, and then sleep for a few more hours.

Before returning, he convened a general meeting with the tribal leaders of the Alliance.

At and after the meeting, a number of arrangements were made, a number of people were met in private, and quite a number of agreements were reached.

If you count it, he hasn't closed his eyes for dozens of hours.

Thinking of this, Song Yong first locked the door of the basement to prevent someone from coming in just outside, and then opened the sealed door of the cold storage.

When Song Yong saw the situation in the cold storage clearly, he was immediately dumbfounded.

This time, he had been in the Primordial Plane for almost fifty days, and when converted to the Modern Plane, it was exactly one week and seven days.

After so much time, Song Yong naturally had already been mentally prepared:

The ingredients that were finally stocked in the cold storage should be consumed quite a lot now.

However, it really waited until Song Yong saw clearly that the cold storage was now empty, as if it had been looted once.

The young man realized that his ideas were still too optimistic.

Where is this consumption is quite powerful, is it simply used up?

I saw that in this cold storage of tens of square meters, meat, bones, wild vegetables and so on were simply swept away, that is, all kinds of condiments such as onions, ginger and garlic in the primitive era, and there was still a little bit of inventory.

Even Song Yong's estimate is that he can use at least a month's worth of flour, that is, there is not much small half a bag left.

A large vat containing hundreds of catties of fruit stuffing is also empty at the moment.

As for the things that are left in the cold storage, it is his medicinal wine.

The last time he left, there were still nine jars of medicinal wine, and now there are eight jars left, and one jar of medicinal wine sold in a week, which is considered a normal amount of consumption.

It was precisely because he saw that there was no shortage of medicine and wine that Song Yong was sure that Song Ji did not recruit thieves.

The ingredients in stock are all lost one by one in the course of business, not by thieves.

Because there is no reason to say that there is a more valuable medicinal wine instead of stealing it, but stealing all the other ingredients.

Fortunately, Song Yong came back this time and made use of all the space on the truck.

The contents are all kinds of ingredients.

With the timely replenishment of this batch of ingredients, coupled with the fact that the time of crossing in the future has become normal again, Song Ji will be back on the right track......

In the later time, Song Yong spent two hours, tossing himself into a stinky sweat.

It can be regarded as putting all the ingredients in the cart one by one.

Later, he returned to the lounge, which had become empty again because the old man had lived in the staff dormitory, and after a hasty bath, he was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyelids.

Therefore, he couldn't even look at his mobile phone, so he fell asleep on the bed.

Then, Song Yong had a very strange dream.

He dreamed. Somewhere in what should be the plane of primitive times, tens of thousands of primitive natives are busy under the whip of the overseer's leather whip.

They mined huge stones from the stone walls and laboriously polished them into strips with poor tools.

Then, with the logs laid on the ground, little by little, they were transported to a wide plain dozens of miles away.

Over here. A huge building has already laid the foundation.

If Song Yong is not mistaken, it should be a legendary pyramid, a strange structure that would appear in the plane of primitive times for no reason.

When he dreamed of this, Song Yong was awakened from his sleep.

It's just that after thinking about it, he felt that whether this kind of thing portended anything or not, it didn't seem to have anything to do with his southwest region, which was in a remote area.

So, without much hesitation, the thing turned around and continued to sleep.

Song Yong's dream was not what he thought, it was simply an absurd and strange dream, in fact, there was a certain omen faintly.

Because at this moment in the primordial plane, somewhere in the Central Plains region.

That is, the original Lieshan tribe, where he used to be a traditional territory, and the exact same thing as in his dream is being played out in reality.

That Song Yong is quite familiar, and he was born in the totem warrior Tuo of the Chibai tribe.

As of today, it's been months since I was caught here.

Every day, he is pulling this huge stone like a big animal with the primitive people he knows and the natives he doesn't know, and he moves forward with great effort.

It looked like a swarm of ants moving a piece of mahjong.

Eventually, these huge stones will be transported to the heart of the plains, where they will be accumulated piece by piece under the guidance of some shamans.

In the process of labor, it is often just that Tuo and others move a little slower.

The overseers of the shrew tribe would be whipped down with a whip.

The brute cowhide whip with water is so strong.

As long as they are whipped up, they will often be whipped directly on their backs, and in this situation where there is no medication at all, they will not get better for a month.

If you are whipped ten times in a row, even elite hunters can be directly whipped to death.

So, after a few months, there were only a few people left in the team led by Taku, and even then, each of them was very thin.

If this continues, it may not take two months for them to die of exhaustion or be drawn to death by the overseers.

Including the totem warrior Tuo, the same result is the same.

So, often when he couldn't hold on, Tuo always went crazy in his heart, silently begging all the ghosts and gods and witches he knew, praying to them to save him.

The characters he prayed for naturally included the all-powerful Gray Rabbit Brother Yong in the hearts of this simple primitive aborigines.