The blade-toothed tiger left, the dinosaur cat disappeared at some point, the wolves perished, and the wild boars were nowhere to be found.

Thinking about leaving, I can't help but feel a little stunned.

He came to the bottom of the fruit tree "One", which was his first marked tree, and had a special meaning, and now the fruit tree "One" was dead, and the tree was left with dry branches, the skin was dead black, and mottled marks were printed on it.

There are many cracks in the trunk, the largest ones are more than a dozen centimeters long, and the small ones are only a few centimeters, and over time, these cracks will gradually expand and then be hollowed out and occupied by a small animal that likes to live in tree holes.

You can't imagine the miserable state of the "one" fruit tree at that time, because it was just one tree.

And then he went to a lot of places of deep significance, where things were important, and where many interesting things happened.

It didn't take long for him to be stunned, he just went out for a walk one of the many days, and one trip was enough.

He then turned his full attention to air-dried meat.

The little mice were born, and the number increased dramatically, so everyone began to be crazy busy, and every day everyone was faced with slaughter, smoke, and air drying.

So if you look at the canyon from the outside, you will see that there is thick smoke billowing from it, and what comes out of the stream is not clear water, but red blood with a pungent smell.

From time to time, you can hear the screams of frightened animals, and the other animals that pass by are all frightened and run away, as if it were hell.

And some predators, such as lynxes and cave lions, as well as cave bears. They didn't dare to approach rashly, and they were vigilant and watch-and-see from afar. The killer who had licked the blood on the knife was in great danger, even though there was plenty of food in the place. I had to stop.

The blood is still flowing, and the life is still dying.

No one likes to live in such an environment, not even a cave lion, and they don't want to wake up and see corpses and blood.

Wang Yang stayed in it for a few days, then he needed to run out to breathe, and then run under the tree to vomit.

It's so choking inside. There is smoke everywhere, nothing can be seen, and it is always accompanied by the smell of the internal organs of the small animals, and it is estimated that you will live for three days if you stay in it for a day.

Both adults and children in the tribe vomit more or less, and it is impossible not to vomit when you see such an exciting picture every day.

It's not that they feel pity for the little animals and feel that they are too pitiful to vomit. But waking up is blood, and closing your eyes is also blood, how can you not vomit?

The picture I saw was all the internal organs being pulled out, which was miserable.

The critters didn't actually feel the death of their companions. The small animals that were captured were all killed by everyone with one blow, this was Wang Yang's request, he didn't want to see it smashed and not die. As a result, the small animal screamed in a blur of flesh and blood.

That scream of despair would drive him crazy.

Everyone is also gradually getting used to the way of killing in seconds, and the small animals can't scream. Before he died, he didn't feel anything, let alone struggle. It was quiet and peaceful.

But the smell of blood and smoke was so strong that the animals smelled unpleasantly, so they cried.

In this regard, Wang Yang said that he was speechless.

Before, he was afraid that everyone would be resistant to the migration, but who knew that they would accept it so quickly and implement it in a hurry.

At the beginning, Wang Yang was quite happy, and he felt very happy to see that everyone was full of enthusiasm and couldn't wait to move.

But now, he doesn't think so.

In the past few days, everyone has been decisive, catching a small animal and killing one, then quickly smoking and drying, and then changing hands to others to dry for a few days.

One by one, they were red with smoke, their hair was scattered, their faces were covered with black ash and blood, and their delicate furs were dyed.

Their attention was so terrifying that in Wang Yang's view, it was a little sick, as if a catastrophe was coming, and it would be too late if they didn't leave.

They even developed a system, Xiaohong and others specialized in killing, covered in blood.

After killing, the exorcists were smoked and dried, and they were covered in black.

After that, it was handed over to the osteologist to dry, and the friends saw which ones were almost sun-dried and put them away.

When you think about it, it's funny, and their energy makes them look cute.

Wang Yang wondered if the scene he described scared them so desperately. It's similar to the mood when I just bought a house, and I can't wait for the new home to be renovated before I can move out of my old home.

Wang Yang hurriedly stopped them, the migration was right, and it would not be like this, and if they continued to migrate like this, they would have collapsed themselves.

Everyone stopped as they were told, and all ran out of the red and black canyon, gulping for a breath of fresh air.

The air was very cold, mixed with snow powder, and as soon as I went down, the whole airway seemed to be blown by a wind knife, which was very painful.

But the effect was surprisingly good, and everyone only took a few sips, and they felt that the cells in their whole body came to life, refreshing and thorough, and then they ate a few mouthfuls of snow to moisten their burning throats.

"Woo~" Everyone was very tired, their bodies were stained with blood foam and soot, their eyes were blank, and they sat on the ground in a trance, looking even more stunned than Wang Yang.

Wang Yang smiled and pulled everyone up, although the snow is good, you can't sit greedily.

They were a little surprised by the outside world, they didn't even notice the heavy snow that had fallen a few days ago, and now they found that there was a long maroon blood stream flowing out of the canyon.

The blood is boiling hot, melting the snow into water, flowing slowly, then quickly cooling, coagulating, and freezing.

This scene is extremely terrifying, but it looks good in the white snow, like a red belt.

It was only then that they realized they had gone too far. I was so anxious and focused a few days ago, and when I think about it now, I feel terrible.

In the days that followed, they slowed down the pace of making jerky, working only a fixed three hours a day, and the rest of the time they played when they needed to play and breathed when they needed to.

Wang Yang also asked everyone to help clean the canyon, not too dirty, after all, it is not to leave immediately, as long as there is still a day of residence, it will be cleaned up for a day.

Otherwise, it will be over.

And Wang Yang often takes the small animals out for a walk to avoid the influence in the canyon.

Day after day, the time to leave is approaching, and the weather is getting colder and colder, and the snow is constantly falling, covering the fields.

The cold wind howled, I don't know how much strength it had, blowing down many trees, hulala and rushing away, and there was no sunlight in the sky and earth, and it was in the white snow.

The snow that was rolled up did not fall, but was blown up by the wind, and flew between heaven and earth like a sword.

At this time, if a person goes out, it is equivalent to standing in a great hailstorm, and the cold wind is like a knife, blowing so that people's eyes cannot be opened, and as soon as they open their eyes, they rush in.

Walking in it, I could only keep my head down, the wind and snow blew on my face, and from time to time a heavy ball of snow hit the back of my head, which was extremely painful.

Walking in such a snowstorm for two or three hours will use up all your strength.

That's right, it's a weather with snow and storms, snowstorms. (To be continued......)