"Bang!" After smashing the worst of the smash, Wang Yang pulled up the little boy's head, the little boy's face had been completely deformed, blue and swollen, and the pieces of black green were full of blood flowing from his mouth and nose, and the bridge of his nose had collapsed and was slightly sunken.

"Uh-huh......" The little boy was so angry that he was so badly injured that his eyes were full of blood, he couldn't see anything, and he almost fainted with a faint gasp from his mouth.

Wang Yang didn't seem to vent the anger in his heart, he felt that he was not happy enough, not hearty enough.

He wanted to calm his emotions with blood and life.

But the other party is a person......

He hasn't killed anyone, he should, he won't......

His right hand touched the bone spur on his waist, which had accompanied Wang Yang for many years and had been stained with blood countless times.

No matter how ferocious the beast was, it was cast by this white bone spur, and I don't know if it had been stained with blood too many times, which made the tip of the bone spur slightly dull and a faint brown.

Very shallow, thin layer.

He held the bone spur, very hard, very tight, and his fingertips pressed tightly against the bone spur, which was even whiter than the bone spur.

But after all, the bone spur was not stained with human blood, so he let go.

He remembered that the little boy had killed the adult and killed him, so he held it again.

The tendons on his wrists suddenly erupted at this moment, and the surging anger quickly occupied his eyes, and his whole body trembled madly with a strong sense of guilt.

It seems that there is no longer a reason to stop him from killing, it seems, he must kill!

But he let go again. He found a reason for himself, he also wanted to find a copper mine. He couldn't kill the craftsmen.

No one knows how many times he struggled in his heart in those few seconds. The hand was repeatedly tightened and put down.

The people of the tribe do not know what to do, because for them, there is no burden to kill, only another animal.

So they were a little puzzled, because they knew that Dao Wang Yang was so angry that he should have killed him a long time ago.

But he didn't start, no one would question it, just a little puzzled.

However, the craftsmen were going crazy at the moment. They didn't know what Wang Yang was doing, nor did they understand Wang Yang's emotions, they only knew that Wang Yang had seriously injured his companions, and it was estimated that he would survive and be useless.

They were very angry, not only because of Wang Yang's actions this time, but because Wang Yang did not help them when there were conflicts between the two sides several times.

Regardless of whether it was their fault or not, they all felt that Wang Yang should stand with them.

The long-standing contradictions and suspicions. Let the eyes of the craftsmen flash with infinite anger.

At this moment, Wang Yang was no longer their leader, and not now. It won't be in the future.

Not only was it not their leader, but it was their enemy, and he beat the little boy like this. This is absolutely unacceptable.

"Whew!" The tall man let out a roar of rage and rushed towards Wang Yang with the others.

Wang Yang looked at them with great disappointment. With a wave of your hand, take it!

In his cold snort. The people behind him surrounded one after another, and with more people than them and stronger strength, they crushed the craftsmen like a devastating force.

"Bang bang bang!" The craftsmen were very crazy and fought with the tribesmen.

They fight fiercely and strongly, but they face tougher humans.

Each craftsman was hit hard with his fists, and there was a sharp pain in his body.

But this time, they are really crazy, and if there are stone tools, they will definitely use them without scruples.

It was precisely because of this that Wang Yang's anger was delayed until after taking away their weapons.

The people in the tribe did not use weapons, because Wang Yang did not make a killing gesture, but if he was beaten, his bare hands were enough.

"Bang!" The tall man received a punch in the stomach, he bent down and punched him in the face again, and the whole person fell straight down, but he opened his mouth like crazy and bit down on the foot of one person.

Didn't bite, he continued to bite.

Such a scene happened to every craftsman, constantly being beaten, and constantly desperately trying to fight back as much as possible.

It didn't take long for the craftsmen to fall to the ground one by one, unable to move.

"It's all tied!"

……

The night scene of nature is always extremely gorgeous, the sky is full of stars, the Milky Way is like a fairy tale, and it can only be seen in this world.

If it were in the white salt field at this time, the starlight sprinkled on the blue water would be even more beautiful.

But it was such a beautiful scene, but Wang Yang didn't even raise his head, sitting silently by the campfire, eating sullenly.

Not far away, the craftsmen were tied up with five flowers, sitting on the ground, staring at Wang Yang with angry eyes.

Farther afield were the patrols, who did not pay much attention to the incapacitated craftsmen, but resolutely carried out their duties and kept an eye on their surroundings.

The orthopedic scientist asked Wang Yang, what should those craftsmen do, should they all be killed?

Wang Yang shook his head, leaving them a dog's life for the time being.

The orthopedic surgeon asked him what to do with the food and tools that had been prepared.

Wang Yang said that he would keep it for now and talk about it later.

He got up and came to the front of the craftsmen, facing their angry gazes, Wang Yang's heart was full of disgust, these bastards with sperm worms!

They want to use force on that woman, that is the person who hurts themselves, this is already the bottom line that Wang Yang cannot tolerate, and the matter is also provoked by them.

After that, the little boy's move to kill him was far beyond Wang Yang's bottom line.

At this time, Wang Yang came to the tall man, untied his hands, and didn't say anything, drawing directly on the ground.

He drew a copper mine and asked him where the mine was.

The tall man glanced at it and turned his head coldly, not wanting to tell Wang Yang at all.

Wang Yang stretched out his hand to him and asked him to obey him, and with the other hand he clenched into a fist, warning him that if he did not obey his orders, he would be beaten.

But obviously, this warning was very weak, and for the tall man who had been used to beating, he roared and punched Wang Yang in the face.

Wang Yang blocked it with one hand and smashed him into a cooked shrimp with a fist.

Nodding to an adult beside him, the adult immediately stepped forward and tied up the tall man.

Wang Yang came to a craftsman again and loosened her hand.

This is a female craftsman, who is often regarded by Wang Yang as a symbol of dignity, and only catches her to sleep with herself, and does nothing else.

He asked the craftswoman to draw the location of the copper mine, but the craftswoman just barked at him and ignored his questions.

Not only her, but other craftsmen were also roaring at Wang Yang.

"Don't draw? It's okay, don't eat, you'll be hungry until you draw it! Wang Yang shook his hand dissatisfiedly and returned to the side.

On this day, the craftsmen passed through pain and hunger.

At noon the next day, Wang Yang came to them again and asked them to paint.

He took the fragrant roasted sweet potato and ate it slowly, squinting at the craftsmen.

The craftsmen were still yelling incessantly, and if they could speak, it would be all kinds of abuse.

Wang Yang closed his eyes slightly, and the scorching temperature, mixed with the breath of irritability, overwhelmed his whole person, as if his patience and mood were assimilated and unbearable.

Sweat ran down his forehead, from his hair, from his shoulders and back.

"It's hot, you guys...... No need to drink water! ”

Leave in a hurry!

The scorching sun turned into a cold god of death at this moment, and its light no longer had vitality, but endless killing opportunities, basking on the bodies of the craftsmen.

In just over an hour, the craftsmen were like eggplants beaten by frost, their heads lowered, sweat stains dripping down, and their whole bodies had no strength.

Under extreme conditions, the body's dependence on water is more important than food, and a person can hold on to a week of hunger.

But those who don't get a drop of water can only last three or four days, and if this is in the tropics near the equator, the time will be much shorter.

In the afternoon, the craftsmen's lips were severely dry, their skin turned white, their throats and throats were smoking, and those who were weak were slightly dehydrated.

It's nothing if they don't have anything to eat, as long as they endure it, their bodies will automatically burn fat, and after a while they won't be hungry.

But if the body is out of water, it has to be thirsty all the time.

Wang Yang came to them again and asked them to paint or not?

Perhaps not yet on the verge of death, the craftsmen's attitude was surprisingly tough, and they were still firing at the king in their hoarse voices.

"Good, hard enough! Let's see how many more days you can last! Wang Yang sneered and left.

He asked the craftsmen to draw the map, not really intending to leave according to the map, which was unrealistic for primitive humans with a weak sense of distance.

What he wants is an attitude, an attitude of being soft, as long as he is soft, he can let them lead the way and find the copper mine.

Another day passed, and several of the craftsmen had fallen to the ground, unable to move, their breath was very weak, and their eyes blinked weakly.

In such a tropical and hot climate, a day and a half is basically their limit, enough for them to feel the danger of dying at any time.

There was some wetness on the floor, it was their urine, and some people were trying to suck it up.

Wang Yang asked people to fetch a bowl of water, took it and put it to their mouths, dipped his fingers in the water, and flicked it to their lips.

As if feeling the sudden wetness, all the craftsmen woke up one after another, had momentum, opened their eyes, and saw a bowl of clear water.

They stretched their necks and leaned over to drink, and whenever they came near, the bowl of water went back a little, and they stretched out again, and the bowl of water went back a little.

Then they noticed a pair of feet in straw sandals, looked up, and saw Wang Yang's expressionless face.

"To paint, or not to paint?"

On the side, the little boy moved, the bridge of his nose collapsed, his eyes were blind, the whole person was basically useless, and his face was still swollen like a pig's head.

The remaining eyes that were not blind, looking at Wang Yang's eyes full of resentment, he stood up with difficulty and said that he wanted to paint. (To be continued......)