"Woo~~~~!" The crowd in the cave suddenly let out a frightened roar.

At this time, the cuckoo had already cut off the four deer hooves, and the next action made Zhang Heng nod, the cuckoo obviously knew how to cut the skin, but the action was very rough, and it was inevitable that the skin horns would be torn.

"Knives!" The old man pronounced syllables.

Zhang Heng calmed down from the surprise of hearing Wu at this time, and guessed that the old man should just be a little wiser, just like the children in the village are getting smarter from generation to generation, this is because culture can open up wisdom, reading is to nourish qi, and when qi gathers, wisdom will be developed. This should be the case for the old man, who thinks and explores more than ordinary primitive people, so that he will appear wise.

"Knife, for you." Zhang Heng took out a pig-killing knife and handed it over.

Sure enough, the old man took it happily, and with some excitement led him to the grass bunk and sat down, but the old man walked towards the deer beast with his knife, and confided a few syllables, and the cuckoo retreated, but his eyes were on the old man's movements.

Not only that, everyone in the cave watched the old man's movements, including the bearded man and a few others, which made Zhang Heng a little surprised, what is going on?

"Ah Jielu, Ah Jielu~~~Ah Jie~~~Ah, Jielu~~~~, you come out, I scare you, I scare you, I go, I drink yo, I drink Oh, I ~~~~~" The cave suddenly echoed a strange tune, and everyone half-squatted down, clapping their thighs rhythmically with both hands, and spitting syllables out of their mouths......

Zhang Heng suddenly had the illusion of listening to his grandfather chanting Buddhist scriptures, his grandfather began to be sixty years old, and would beat the wooden fish to chant the scriptures at three or four o'clock in the middle of the night, and this kind of Buddhist sound was also with Zhang Heng for many years, until his grandfather died.

"Is this a hymn to primitive sacrifice?" Zhang Heng muttered, but what are you going to sacrifice now?

When he came back to his senses, he saw that the old man had shaved off a thigh bone with a knife, and the muscles on it had been shaved clean, "King, the sun!" The old man confided syllables.

Then in Zhang Heng's more puzzled eyes, he put this thigh stick bone into the fire, the tune in the cave continued, and even the children who couldn't walk followed the whine, seeing that the children of the Spring tribe here couldn't walk, Zhang Heng was also relieved, as long as it wasn't an isolated phenomenon.

"Wu, what are you doing here?" Zhang Heng tried his best to make his tone show the tone of inquiry, and said on TV that although animals can't understand human words, they can judge human emotions through tone and action, and he doesn't think that animals are scolding, because humans are also high-level animals, which is what the junior high school textbook says.

"Fire, woo~~~!" The old man Wu responded.

Zhang Heng shook his head and couldn't understand at all, for a moment he had the idea of being a teacher, and he cultivated a translator in the original space, as for himself, he was already stereotyped, and it was difficult to even learn English, and the original language was afraid that he didn't have the talent to learn it successfully.

"Ah Festival Road, Ah Festival Road~~~" The sacrificial tune continued, desolate, quaint, and mysterious, causing Zhang Heng to also hum along, since he didn't understand what the old man Wu was doing, and seeing that the cuckoo did not continue to cut venison, Zhang Hengsuo stood up and melted into the crowd and roared together, echoing in the cave, as if the rocks were also humming!

In a trance, he actually found that there was something more in everyone's eyes when they looked at him, and pondered for a moment, this emotion should be a sense of identity.

"Ah......h

Zhang Heng seemed to roar and jump, followed the noise for a long time, sweating profusely, and the sound of empty sounds began to be heard in the hungry, if it wasn't for the ring on his hand to remind him, he would have the illusion that he was a primitive person in an instant.

"King, Sun!" The old man roared highly.

The crowd suddenly quieted down, and gradually sat around the fire at will, Zhang Heng was dragged to the grass shop by the tyrant, and sat with Wu, which was similar to the situation of giving up the upper position to the guests in the village.

I didn't think much about it, I looked at the fire, and the calcined big bone inside was already blackened, and at this moment, the bone was burned off, and it was broken into two, and suddenly a thin palm stretched out to the fire, and suddenly grabbed a big bone.

Zhang Heng looked at the old man Wu in amazement, looking at the hot bones, as if thinking about something......

"King, harvest!" The old man suddenly stood up, holding his bone stick aloft, and the syllables seemed to be roaring, but full of joy!

"King, harvest!" Suddenly everyone howled, even Cuckoo and the others.

Zhang Heng hesitated whether he should also roar twice, and at this moment, something happened that made him stunned, Wu suddenly knelt down at him, buried his head low, and held the stick bones high in both hands, as if presenting it to him.

"King, Sun, Harvest!"

Before he could react, everyone in the cave and Wu fell into motion, screaming his name......

"What are you guys doing, get up, get up." Zhang Heng was anxious, although Bugu and the others had also bowed down to him before, but now the scale is too grand, there are more than fifty people, and there is this old man Wu who he feels is a little mysterious!

The environment in which the village grew up determined the surname, how could Zhang Heng let the old man kneel to him, even if he saluted, he hurriedly stepped forward to help the old man, but he didn't move, good guy, I didn't expect that the strength of this old man witch was quite large, and he couldn't pull it up at all.

"King, ahhhhh

Zhang Heng seemed to understand the meaning, and without hesitation, he took the stick bone at once, fortunately, although it was very hot, he could start it.

"Ahh

"Wang, harvest, Ah Jielu, Wang, harvest ......" The sacrificial tune continued, but this time there were more words for his title and harvest, and it was not really a syllable for harvest, but it was similar, and Zhang Heng also understood it this way.

"Could it be that calcining bones just now is a witch's divination method?" Zhang Heng suddenly thought of a foreign movie he had watched, called The Matrix, in which there is a prophet of Rong Zhi, and the witch in the cartoon is at the same level as the prophet, it is really very likely that this is divination!

There is a goddess in the village who divination through the shell of the scarred black bean, Zhang Heng has seen it many times with his grandmother, and now it is a comparison, and there are several similarities with the current situation.

Calcined bones, king, harvest! Zhang Heng was shocked to think that Wu might have used calcination to predict what would happen after his arrival, and the final answer was a bumper harvest......

ps: The contract has arrived, the book has been changed to a signed/contracted state, thank you (Autumn Divine Light) for a big reward, the old book is also your first reward, bow and thank you!