On the other side, the sleeping Tianshuang rolled over and let out a muffled dream sentence.

Tianhao watched her in silence for a long time, and after making sure that the target was indeed asleep, he stretched his legs and feet and took out another piece of meat from his leather robe.

It was his current sister, at least nominally.

The frozen meat had softened in the robe, but it was still cold. Tianhao opened his mouth, tore the meat with his strong masseter muscles, and chewed slowly.

He's not a blood-drinking barbarian. But the current physical condition requires a lot of nutrients. Fusion is like this, the initial fusion time is not enough, it must be spent exponentially the time and nutrients to replenish. Tianhao himself doesn't know, how long will this situation last?

Regardless of factors such as body absorption, taste, and taste, raw meat contains much more energy and nutrients than cooked meat.

Life is also a kind of integration.

Although this is a completely strange era for Tianhao.

Despite being drizzled with a little seawater, the raw meat tastes terrible. Tianhao is not a picky eater, and he feels that this fast food is okay. He took out the last piece of meat he brought back from his leather robe and stuffed it into the pyre, he gathered the hay in the corner of the house, leaned on it, and the indescribable ease and comfort came from his back, and soon spread to every corner of his body.

The flickering flames reflected the sleeping side face of Tianshuang. Although her skin was stained with dirt, it could be seen that she was yellow, black hair, and eyes of the same color, all of which made Tianhao's throbbing nerves slowly settle down.

The parasite I chose wasn't a white skin, nor a, his body was really thin, but for now, it was the best result.

The night is getting deeper.

The wind blowing outside the house let out a heart-palpitating roar. It is like a devil who searches for food in the dark and wantonly deprives his soul.

In the distance, there were muffled whimpers, the clash of metal slashing hard objects, and the terrible howl of someone before they died.

It is no longer possible to verify when exactly the custom was left behind. By forcibly seizing the host memories of his body, Tianhao knew that there would always be some villagers in the village who would be consumed in this way every winter. As an essential supplement, when the snow warms in the spring of the following year, more people must be looted from other nearby villages.

The old woman she saw at the entrance of the village must have been killed.

……

In the middle of the night, a door made of thick planks was pushed open from the outside. The cold wind howled in, blowing away the ash that had not yet burned the firewood, bringing more oxygen, and the dark embers immediately brightened, and the fiery red light clearly illuminated the intruder's face.

With a height of more than 1.9 meters, he can only be regarded as short among the northern barbarian tribes with an average height of more than two meters. The deerskin robes, which had never been washed, were as filthy as the rest of the Rock Village. The intruder, who was in his forties, was very strong, his arms exposed from the front of the short leather robe were muscular, but his back was bent, and he did not have the majesty of a man at all, especially the eyes that kept turning under the unkempt hair, full of coldness, resentment, and undisguised disappointment.

He saw Tianhao, who woke up almost immediately, and Tianshuang, who was confused with half-open eyes and writhing his body on the pile of animal skins.

The host memory told Tianhao that the person who came was named Pingjun, and he was his direct manager, a "head of ten" in the village.

The management mode of each tribe of the northern barbarians is similar, and the responsibilities of the "head of ten" are quite similar to those of the staff of the sub-district office or the household registration police in the civilized era. Usually three households produce a head of 10 people, and if the number of people is insufficient, more households will be used to make up for it. Four households, or even five households are possible. Within the jurisdiction, all matters, large and small, must go through the head of ten people. They are directly responsible to the higher-level "Hundred Leaders", which are equivalent to grassroots officials within the tribe.

Pingjun quickly swept over the two siblings with a fierce gaze, he stared at Tianhao for a full five seconds, turned around, strode out, and slammed the door with a "bang".

"Damn, you haven't starved these two little mongrels to death!"

The sound of cursing was very low, and in the middle of this extremely cold night, the scolding that Pingjun had deliberately suppressed was quickly swallowed up by the wind and snow.

He didn't think his anger would be heard by the two siblings in the room.

Normally, this is true.

Although Tianhao's degree of integration is low, his sense of hearing and vision is particularly keen.

The corners of his mouth slowly curved upward, revealing a cold smile.

The ignorant Tianshuang was awakened by the cold wind and loud noise, and subconsciously wrapped the leather robe on his body. She looked at Tianhao blankly: "Brother, what's wrong?" ”

Tianhao lay there and didn't move, and replied calmly: "It's nothing, sleep!" ”

He remembered the wooden bowl that had been placed outside the cabin during the day. There was nothing in it except falling snow.

Pingjun, the "head of ten", plans to starve himself and Tianshuang to death.

When there is a shortage of food, the principle of distribution in the tribe is not equal and fair. Priority is given to strong adult men, followed by women who have been recognized by wizards as having the ability to have "high-frequency childbearing". On the premise of ensuring the continuation of the tribal lineage, the old people who lost their ability to work were in the first order of consumption, followed by emaciated children, and women.

Since it can be abandoned at any time, there is no need to waste more meat on the weak who may be used as food. As the head of the ten, Pingjun has a good excuse and reason for refusing to distribute food to the two siblings.

The logic of the civilized era made Tianhao understand that in this world, as long as there are interests, there will be disputes. The reason why human beings use the most brutal means against their own kind is because they can derive benefits that are exclusive to them.

If he and Tianshuang die, the person who benefits the most is Pingjun.

He can get more meat.

……

The sun, as usual, rises in the east of the horizon.

Thick clouds block out the sunlight, creating a daunting and disgusting haze in the sky. The cold brought by the night could not be dispelled, so it could only stay on the frozen snow-locked ground, burrowing deep into the ground, freezing the otherwise soft soil and turning it into the hardest object comparable to metal.

"Here we are...... They, they're back! They're back! ”

A young man of about sixteen years of age, tall and thin, growing but somewhat malnourished, with a few pieces of animal skins wrapped around his waist, shouted excitedly and ran from the direction of the watchtower at the entrance of the village.

There was a clear element of surprise in the shouting, but there was no joy in it, more panic and nervousness. The man raced across the main road in the middle of the village and rushed as fast as he could, into the wooden house where the leader lived. Along the way, the doors and windows of the houses were pushed open, revealing faces that had been awakened from their sleep by shrill screams, as if they were a little dazed. After a short period of watching, people began to come out of their respective dwellings, whispering to each other, and converging in the direction of the entrance of the village.

The gate of the village, which was made of thick logs, was opened, and a procession slowly approached from the mountains in the distance, slowly entering the villagers' sights.

Forty-three people, all tall and burly young men and women. The clothes sewn from animal skins made them look strong and rugged, and the black-gray figures of more than two meters looked unusually tall in the snowfield, creating a strong visual shock. They carried huge bows made of hardwood and thick wooden spears on their backs, and their faces looked tired and sleepy, as if it were difficult to pull their feet out of the snow and move forward, and their bodies were blackened and frozen.

As the team got closer, it was clear that there were several stretchers made of tree branches. Although it is not clear who exactly is lying on it and being carried back? But the villagers only felt as if their hearts were being grasped tightly by an invisible giant hand.

Fu Song, who was tall, with thick hair and beard, stood in the open space in front of the gate of the village, and only felt an indescribable anxiety and boredom.

As the leader of the Rock Village, he rushed over as soon as he received the news.

It was the hunting party that was sent out last week. At the time of departure, there were fifty-seven people, all of whom were the strongest and most experienced hunters in the village, but now the number of people who came back was obviously not the same.

As for stretchers...... Fu Song knew very well that if it weren't for the unsupportable serious injury, the hunters of Panshi Village would not have used this kind of thing at all.

Half an hour later, the hunting party finally entered the stockade.

"Where's Ah Hua? Where's Ah Wah? ”

"Why is it that even Tianfeng is injured?"

"Oh my God! What about the others? Where are the others? ”

From the entrance of the village, which was made of old wooden piles, it was instantly surrounded by hundreds of men and women.

The hunters who walked into the stockade looked blank and their faces were ashen. They overturned the stretcher in turn, and several stiff corpses were piled on the icy snowy ground like strangely colored logs.

The two stretchers lay flat under the eaves of the lookout and there was no snow falling. Tianfeng and Xu Ping lay on it, dying. The former's left arm twisted from the shoulder, apparently being pulled away by some tremendous force. The latter's injuries were also extremely serious, but they were covered with thick animal skins, and it was impossible to see the specific condition. But they were all shivering, perhaps from the cold, or from the pain of the wound being torn apart.

Fu Song used his strong arms to separate the crowd of black pressure, and as he approached the stretcher, he felt a little vague in his steps. Lifting the heavy animal skin, he saw that Tianfeng had a hideous laceration on his left chest, and the entire muscle layer had been torn open, revealing two ribs that had been broken from the middle.

Xuping's injuries were even more severe: his abdomen was almost completely torn apart, and the wound that had been parted in the middle extended in as many as six gaps in the periphery, with a palm-sized piece of flesh missing in the middle.