Lin Xi sighed.

In such a prehistoric society, don't expect those people to knock on the door and say hello to her first.

Basically, if your own people hit the door, the enemy kicks the door, and the hostile tribe may burn the door and smash the door.

Outside the door, there was a man kneeling upright, a cracked beast.

In the dark blue night sky, the moonlight is like yarn and the stars are like weaving.

The Split Beast slammed the door and knelt directly in front of Lin Xi's mud house.

The super five senses allowed Lin Xi to see the tears flowing on his face even in the quiet moonlight.

For a man who is accustomed to fighting wild beasts all day long, there is nothing more maddening than lying on his stomach on a sickbed, and naturally there is nothing more great than a greater surprise that will give him back the strength he once had.

He stood up!

He was like a piece of animal skin that had lost its hair and was no longer warm, and after being discarded by the original master without hesitation, it was the fire tapir that gave him a second life.

"Now that you're up, don't kneel down again." Lin Xi's voice was faint, but it revealed the majesty of the superior, and he really didn't look like a young man who was only fifteen years old.

The Split Beast was silent, but stood up obediently.

He told himself that no matter what this person said in the future, even if he wanted him to die immediately, he just had to do it.

On this night, the people who caught the right tumbling in the Thunder Department would not know that there was another fierce general in the single rolling army on the side of the Tapir Department.

In fact, at this time, the life expectancy is generally very short, and living to be in the forties is considered a high life.

Therefore, women over the age of thirty will be abandoned, and men over the age of forty will be able to stay in the tribe without having to go hunting, and do what they can, as well as ......

Wait for death with peace of mind.

The people assigned to Lin Xi's side are basically old and small, with quantity but no quality.

But that was in the eyes of prehistoric man.

In fact, human potential is endless.

The various herbs that Lin Xi had dug up with people before came in handy.

The herbs at this time can be called miracle medicine compared to her world.

And Lin Xi did discover some of the plants mentioned in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas".

Anyway, there is a drug test, and Lin Xi can rest assured that he can use the drug boldly.

After a period of adjustment, the mental outlook of all the tapir people is completely different from before.

The two forces living in one tribe are doing what they have to do every day, and the snow season is coming, although the noon sun is still blazing, but it is already a little cold in the morning and evening, and the hunting time of both sides is adjusting, and compared with before, it has become late and early to return.

There is basically no large-scale prey activity near the tribal station, only occasionally some small animals such as spotted rats, mountain hares, and wild pheasants can be hit, and the time is not as easy as before, and people have been taken away by Zuo Ting, so the recent harvest of Tingbu has become less and less.

And the tapir doesn't know what shit luck has gone, and every time it returns with a full load.

It can be seen that both the witch and the wise man are a little red-eyed.

The house leak happened to rain at night, and I don't know what happened recently, and people in the tribe began to get sick.

When they were one or two, they didn't care, and Wu chewed some herbs to help them apply them to the areas where their skin was red, swollen, shiny, and itchy.

As a result, there was no improvement at all, but more and more people were getting sick.

The stump of the tree for hunting, the tickle for gathering, almost the whole clan is scratching, except for the witch and the wise.

Their hearts became extremely heavy, especially witches.

His Abba, the witch of the previous generation, told him that the most terrible thing was the appearance of such a thing as "plague" in the tribe.

When one person is sick with the same disease one after another, and he is helpless, it is imperative to drive those who are sick out of the tribe so that they do not infect others.

There used to be a tribe of more than 300 people in Yuqiu, but because of the "plague" and not dealt with it in time, all the tribes were wiped out, and none of them survived.

On this day, the hunting team only caught two spotted rats, barely enough for everyone to eat for a day, and hurried back.

Because the skin of several seriously ill people has begun to fester, pus, and pus, but it is so itchy that they can't scratch it with their hands, which is comparable to torture.

Tickle tickle, tickle tickle, tickle more, tickle more and more.

Because it was so itchy, many people interrupted even the night snapping.

The tapirs have returned, and their harvest is still the same as before, still eye-catching.

Wrong!

Wu suddenly realized, why, the tapir people did not have any signs of illness?

It stands to reason that since everyone is in the same tribe, why should they eat and drink, gather and gather, hunt and hunt, and nothing is delayed?

Lin Xi looked at those people who were constantly tickling one by one with an expressionless face, dwarf antlers, you should also return to the team.

Lao Tzu has a crush on no one less.

Tartary buckwheat led a few old and weak soldiers and the boys to prepare food for the people who had returned, while Lin Xi and the others were dealing with the newly hunted prey.

In order to save more fur for everyone to keep warm, they have not been to Death Beach again.

The meat of the beast is very skillfully divided, pickled, and prepared to be placed on the stone platform for drying tomorrow, and everyone performs their duties, busy but not chaotic.

Then the wise man and the witch led the people of the thunder department to surround Lin Xi and them in a murderous manner.

The wise man asked Lin Xi, did they have their hands and feet when they were sick, otherwise why did everyone in the Thunder Department more or less get this kind of plague that was not fatal but was gradually deteriorating, while they were separated by a wall and had nothing to do?

Lin Xi raised his eyebrows obliquely, with an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

And everyone in the Thunder Department looked at Lin Xi angrily, as if Wu and the wise man had already condemned the Tapir Department before coming.

The tapir was naturally not to be outdone.

Bigger than an eye?

It's absolutely not allowed to in the same room, and there may be her soldiers in it.

In this primitive tribe, people are always the most valuable, as long as the heart is not bad, Lin Xi can protect as much as he can.

Lin Xi didn't talk nonsense to them: "Your illness is man-made, but it has nothing to do with us, I can cure it, but now that we have split up, I won't help you for free." ”

"What do you want?" The wise man asked.

Hearing the fire tapir say that it can be cured, Wu's heart was relieved at first, but he inexplicably felt that his old face was a little unbearable: "You said that if it is cured, it will be cured?" ”

The wise man glanced at him with some reproach.

He turned his head and asked Lin Xi: "Tell me about the tapir lord, how can I be willing to heal, and what if I can't be cured?" ”

"My condition is that the dwarf antlers will belong to my tapir from now on, and if you can't cure it, it can only be regarded as your bad luck, whether you can cure it or not, it's all up to you."

What is this? There are no guarantees, and I have to ask for a personal past in vain.

Wu sneered and said, "I'm afraid you can't cure it, okay?" ”

Lin Xi laughed awkwardly twice: "Don't think that everyone is as incompetent as you." ”

The wise man interrupted Wu's almost uncontrollable curse again: "Okay, the dwarf antlers belong to your tapirs, if you don't treat them sincerely, the fire god will condemn your tapirs to have a plague worse than my thunder!" ”