It was a thin vine flower, with a stem about a centimeter thick, wrapped around a fallen dead tree, with some trident-like leaves growing on the branches, green on the periphery, slowly turning gray inward.

At the top of the leaves, there are small purple flowers that exude a faint fragrance.

Wang Yang didn't know much about plants, and he guessed that it should be a plant like bush clover, not violet.

Of course, it doesn't matter what kind of flower it is at all, what matters is that it works for yourself.

Wang Yang pulled its branch, and with the force, the branch was pulled up by him little by little, but it did not break, and the blue-gray skin was soft and hard.

He was interested, so he stood up and pulled back.

The plant rubbed against the bark and made all the sounds, even with great force, but it didn't twitch a bit.

Wang Yang's eyes lit up, and this is what he wanted.

He put down the branches and looked around, and saw that there were many rattans here, all the way to the primeval forest, and some to the mountains.

From a distance, the ground is full of purple, and it is not easy to find their branches, and I thought it was a field full of wild flowers.

Wang Yang generally does not set foot in this kind of wild land, because the road under his feet is difficult to see, and it is not easy to find poisonous snakes hiding in the shadows.

He looked around and saw a bloodstain not far away, and there was a wild boar's hair next to the bloodstain, and he thought that the wild boar was planted here.

Then he called everyone over, drew a wild boar next to the boar's blood, lay on the ground and sniffed it, and then pointed it.

It means that you have found the place where you caught the wild boar.

At this time, if it is a modern human being, it will definitely think of Wang Yang's previous actions, and instantly understand what he meant.

But for ape-men with relatively weak logical thinking, it is difficult for them to associate with each other.

The expressions on their faces also prove this.

Wang Yang had already adapted to the situation where they didn't react, and he was not frustrated, he just asked everyone to maintain their ability to judge the pictures, and waited for the day when the genius who suddenly woke up came.

Everyone can recognize that the blood is a wild boar, and they can also understand that Wang Yang painted a wild boar, and may have thought that Wang Yang was saying that wild boars had been caught here.

But they don't associate what was going on separately with it.

Wang Yang asked them to hunt on their own, not to worry about themselves, even though it is very important to make ropes, but the world is big, and eating is the biggest, and there is nothing more important than eating.

He used his best trick to push them.

Every time he pushes someone, he asks someone to leave, and everyone has been pushed hundreds of times, and they have already understood the meaning of this action, and even when they want someone to leave, they will push others.

Subtly, the most representative action was born.

"Get out of here!"

After everyone left, Wang Yang took out the stone knife and harvested it little by little.

He harvests quickly, even if the knife is unfavorable.

Sometimes he pulls it out with great force, and the roots of this plant are not strong, and it doesn't take much effort to uproot it.

When you are too tired to pull it out, you will reap it with a stone knife.

Soon, the day passed.

By the evening, he had already uprooted no less than 200 plants, and directly pulled out one-third of the plants on his own territory, which could not be said to be without effort.

It's incredible for him to think about it.

Fortunately, the day was very peaceful, and there were no large beasts approaching, except for glaring at the two small snakes for a few moments, and throwing two stones to scare and scare, there were no other major events.

The object of his main defense is still unknown threats from the mountains and primeval forests, after all, wolves and blade-toothed tigers will not climb trees and cannot hurt themselves.

He seriously doubted that the lynx with whom he had fought came from the mountains, but he did not know if there were any other lynxes.

The adults had an equally abundant harvest today, and they filled bags one after another, and came to look for him to return.

He was very tired, so he asked everyone to help pick up the plants and bring them back together.

But he hadn't gone far before he heard a wolf howl.

"Whew~"

The voice was long, very strong.

As the voice rang out, one echo howl after another rang out.

"Whew~"

"Whew~"

Wang Yang and the others stopped, put down the plant in their hands, picked up the spear, and lowered their center of gravity.

The sound of the ghosts crying wolves is not far away, it is on its own territory, it is the place where the little white rabbit was caught in the morning, if I am not mistaken, the wolves must have been attracted here by the smell of blood.

Wang Yang raised his head, looked at the sunset in the distance, and thought to himself What kind of nerves did this group of wolves have, they barked before the moonlit night, seriously disturbing the rest of the residents, and they must be pulled to the director of the neighborhood committee to make a comment!

Wang Yang was quite dissatisfied, but he was helpless about the behavior of the wolves.

It can be said that in this realm, they are well-deserved leaders, coming and going in a hurry, they can ignore the boundaries of other animals, even if they have their spears in their hands, they will pay a great price in bloody battles.

Therefore, he didn't want to provoke the wolves and let them be arrogant for a while.

However, he didn't want to mess with the wolves, and the wolves came to the door on their own initiative.

They quickly rushed to the front of the crowd and stopped twenty meters away.

The head wolf is still so cold and arrogant, and his face is expressionless, but the huge scar on his face reveals a fierceness, not angry and self-threatening.

They took up a position and blocked everyone's way.

Wang Yang was slightly surprised in his heart, in all the things he knew, although the wolves were arrogant and domineering, they were not arrogant enough to fight with a group of people about the same number as it.

But if not, why are they blocking their path? Could it be that the rabbit is its friend? Avenge a friend?

No, that's not what the story of the big bad wolf and the little white rabbit says.

Everyone was still a little scared when they saw the wolves, they had experienced hunting, they had not experienced a battle, and the shadow of the wolves had always affected them.

Wang Yang is not afraid, he has ten people, and there are only seven wolves, and he still can't beat two and one.

The head wolf walked ahead, stopped in front of the wolves, swept his eyes lightly, and immediately locked the focus on Wang Yang.

To say that the sensitivity of animals in some aspects is indeed far beyond ordinary people, especially the leader of a collective, it can be seen at a glance that Wang Yang is the leader.

It seemed slightly surprised, its front paws digging lightly, disgusted by the human's wary but fearless gaze, the muscles of its face twitching slightly, and the scar slowly squirming.

Wang Yang also wrinkled his nose, showing his white teeth hideously, his throat rolled and let out a low roar.

The eyes of a man and a wolf met in the air, and the tense atmosphere seemed to suppress the temperature around them.

A stalemate gradually formed between the two sides.

The remnant sun was like blood, and the warm red light was draped over the bodies of the people and the wolves, reflecting their hair red, as if they were under the firelight.

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