Strong warriors are the best choice for reproduction.

Not only can they hunt enough food, but they can also pass on their strong physique to the next generation, and such people are naturally favored by women.

The men who returned from injury and didn't get enough out of it were treated the other way.

Not only is it disgraced, but it is also subject to people's eyes and ridicule.

Even their women and children were ashamed of it.

In the simple cognition of these primitive people, there are two kinds of responsibilities for men.

Go out hunting for food and keep the tribe safe.

If both things are done well, that is, the best men, and some girls admire and send them to the door.

But if these two things are not done well, it is a useless man, and it is likely that he will not even be able to find a spouse.

At this time, Uncle Ba and Ah Mao ran wildly all the way, and finally rushed back to the tribe before the sun went down.

“#@*%##@#…………”

[We're back!] 】

Far away, the two began to shout, shaking their arms vigorously, and ran wildly towards the tribe.

This time, Pan Long did not follow, but found the canopy of a low tree not very far from this settlement and landed.

His insect clone is inconspicuous in the jungle, and if he flies into someone's village in broad daylight, it will be a bit dazzling.

If you really want to go in, it's not too late to fly in when it gets dark.

Then I saw a few women and a few children in the hides hurriedly put down their work and came out of the camp.

Seeing the two people who survived the catastrophe, these people immediately greeted them excitedly.

It's also a question in the mouth.

This time it was far away, and Pan Long couldn't read their mental fluctuations, but he couldn't understand what they were saying.

But I think it's a reunion after a long absence, happy for the safe return of relatives and something like that.

Some of them seemed very happy, and most of them were relatives of Uncle Naba and Ah Mao.

And some others, seeing that only the two of them came back, and heard the two of them talk about what happened on the road, and suddenly felt sad and couldn't help crying.

I think it should be the relative of the companion of the two who died on the road.

Then more tribesmen gathered around with concern.

Although these two came back empty-handed, and did not even bring any prey, they were not blinded at all.

Instead, he was surrounded by everyone like a hero, and seemed to be more popular than the warriors who returned with a good harvest.

Especially after they gave an answer, it caused a burst of cheers from the crowd.

Pan Long understands this.

On the way, he listened to a lot of conversation between the two primitives.

I knew that they didn't go to the jungle this time to hunt.

Because of the danger of the giant beast jungle, even if the people of their black soil tribe hunted, they only dared to go deep into the jungle on the periphery of the giant beast jungle.

This time, it was also because of the great danger that their tribe had encountered, so they were specially sent to venture deep into the jungle.

In order to invite a wild beast that lives deep in the jungle and has enjoyed the worship of their tribe for hundreds of years, to come out and ward off the disaster.

It's just that when I was returning from my errands, I was accidentally targeted by that group of jungle wolves.

As for what kind of danger the Black Earth tribe encountered, and what kind of beast was the savage beast they worshipped,

The two primitives didn't talk deeply on the way back, and Pan Long didn't know.

I'm afraid of knowing a little about everything.

Because the more you know, the easier it is to breed curiosity and want to find out what is going on.

It's better not to know anything.

Because I don't know anything, I naturally don't want to be curious.

"If you can live for hundreds of years and know how to enjoy the offerings of this black soil tribe, it is estimated that it is likely to be an extraordinary beast with wisdom."

Pan Long's heart was secretly thinking.

If it were an ordinary giant beast, it wouldn't have this wisdom, and it might not have this lifespan.

"I'd like to see what kind of transcendent beast it is."

Knowing how to reach this kind of worship and protection relationship with the human tribe, this faceless transcendent beast is not only very intelligent, but also very discerning.

This is also the reason why Pan Long is still quietly hiding and observing.

If he just fell in love with these primitive people, then he would just stand up and take these people into his mountain and sea realm.

But now he was not only interested in this primitive tribe, but also in the transcendent beast enshrined in this tribe.

When the news spread, the entire Black Earth tribe seemed to be cheered up.

The tribe was busy.

The women, armed with stone knives, cut and skinned the beasts, large and small, that the men had hunted and brought back.

The stone knives they used were simply polished from stone, and the blades were very blunt, so they could barely make do with them.

Because the sharp teeth or the extraordinarily sharp stones had to be kept for the men to hunt the javelins, they could only use such tools.

But they were skilful and skillful, and it was clear that they had done the same thing many times before.

No one else was idle.

Other women piled piles of fruits and wild vegetables on the side.

The men brought a lot of dry firewood, and quickly drilled wood to make fires, and set up piles of blazing bonfires.

Then he put the washed beast on the shelf, and kept tumbling.

Gradually, the meat of the beast was roasted with thick fat, and it fell into the ashes of the bonfire, and the aroma of the roasted meat gradually came out.

And I saw people carrying out of the tribe a simple thick clay pot.

The clay pot was shaped like a washbasin, but it was more than ten times larger.

Not to mention washing your face, it is more than enough for a few big people to jump in and take a bath.

With such a large clay pot, the weight is naturally not light.

It took five or six strong men to work together to lift the clay pot out of the camp, and it was still very difficult.

"It's ............"

Pan Long's pupils shrank slightly.

can fire clay pots, it seems that the civilization level of this primitive tribe is not as low as he imagined.

And such a large clay pot............ Is this for the transcendent beast they worshipped?

Could it be that the beast is coming tonight?

Thinking of this, Pan Long couldn't help but perk up and patiently observe carefully.

I saw that the people of the Black Soil tribe carried water and poured it into the clay pot, and added a large pile of fresh fruits and wild vegetables to it, and they did not hesitate.

Then from the meat of the beast that had been peeled and washed, the most tender and delicious parts were selected and put into the clay pot.

The last rare old man who looked to be no less old came out of the tribe.

Take out a few salt dumplings that are very rough at first glance,

Precious place in a clay pot.

Then the tribesmen were asked to hang the clay pots on the bonfire with thick wooden shelves and make a fire to boil and stew.