At the other end of the jungle, a group of natives with mud on their faces and animal skins quietly hid in the jungle on both sides, covered with leaves, blending in with their surroundings, quietly waiting for their prey to arrive.

There are many blood-sucking insects in the dense forest, and they can easily distinguish the difference between this group of people and their surroundings. The indigenous' superb concealment techniques play no role in the vision of these blood-sucking insects thermal imaging.

Although they don't know why these blood banks are motionless when they are sucked by their own blood, that doesn't stop them from enjoying this feast.

The hunters endured the pain of the sharp beaks of the insects piercing their bodies, and remained motionless as if they were corpses, more afraid than these pains, that they would return empty-handed from the hunt and cause the tribesmen to starve.

Fortunately, this patience is finally coming to an end.

The slight vibration of the earth followed their toes close to the ground, all the way to their upper bodies.

They know that the prey is already very close, and at this time, they need to be patient even more so as not to disturb the prey that is coming.

"Peng!"

The running native made a quick decision at the moment when the six-legged monster was about to crash into him, and rolled around on the ground, successfully avoiding an attack.

One small tree was not so lucky, it was smashed in two by the waist.

The cushioning effect of the slender and flexible branches did not help it resist the onslaught of the monsters, and the verdant leaves trembled and scattered to the ground, and its life was over.

However, it helped the native to gain a brief respite and get out of the monster's range.

The native flipped over his body to face the massive beast, his body trembling with fear in the face of the beast's raised front hooves.

"Hah!" The native let out a roar of rage.

A hunter hiding at the edge of the tree jumped up with a stone axe in his hand, raised it high in his hand, and slashed at the vines that were wrapped around the trees.

"Winter!"

At the same time that the tough vine was cut down, the tree was also cut by the ground with an axe mark about three inches deep, and the huge impact made its thick trunk tremble, and the green leaves on the top swayed like floating ribbons and fell to the ground.

As the chased native was about to die beneath the beast's front hooves, an elaborate mechanism quickly activated as the vine broke.

A thick branch was tied to the tip of a wooden stick that the hunters had painstakingly sharpened.

It slammed into a bullet yellow that had been compressed to the limit, and as the restriction was lifted, it slammed into the monster with a ferocious strength and a dozen branches as sharp as spearheads at the front.

Sharp twigs easily pierced the monster's thick skin, stabbing it in half. And the backbone of the mechanism was still unabated, and it took the monster's corpse to spin in half a circle before stopping.

The strong vitality made the monster still swing its six legs even after being stabbed, as if it wanted to break free, but this fierce action could only make the upper mouth of its body expand.

More blood flows out and the internal organs break up faster.

Perhaps knowing that his life was short, the monster began to howl wildly, as if to express its unwillingness to die.

The other hidden hunters also jumped up one after another, and a native, who was about two meters long, with the hair on the top of his head combed extremely delicately behind his head, and wearing a beast bone under his nose, lifted up the frightened clansman who was sitting on the ground.

Then he nodded at him, put down the spear with a sharp stone tied to his hand, and pulled out a sharp wooden strip from his waist and handed it to him.

Giving the final blow to his prey is the honor that the indigenous deserves for daring to act as a decoy.

The native, with the animal bone stuck in his nose, looked at the decoy with proud eyes.

This is his son.

The young native, encouraged by the trust in his father's eyes, took a deep breath, brushed the hair that had been scattered in front of his forehead, and brushed it back with his fingers, leaking out the pigtail in the middle of his head.

The pigtail solemnly brought to him the wooden strip that his father handed him, and he knew that his father had given him not only the honor of killing his prey, but also the responsibility for the next patriarch.

The young natives, who were also hidden in the woods around them, stepped out, looking with envy and admiration at their future patriarch, risking the greatest danger to attract their prey, an act that they had already admired.

Pigtail looked around at the people around him with a determined look, this is the backbone of their tribe for the next five or even ten years, and it is also the object he must submit.

All the young clansmen who made eye contact with him couldn't help but bow their heads to him in admiration, except for a tall, muscular man with shaggy hair and a ponytail.

This is a strong opponent for him to compete for the position of patriarch.

Between the two of them, there was a faint flash of fire, and the pigtail met the line of sight with a stronger gaze, and the tall clansman couldn't help but withdraw his gaze.

This time, it means that he has lost half of it.

Pigtails stared at the strong man, his chin gestured in the direction of the still struggling beast.

The strong man's gaze scanned back and forth between the pigtail and the prey, and finally, he lowered his proud head and bowed his head towards the pigtail.

The old patriarch who witnessed all this smiled with satisfaction, happy about his son's growth.

And Howard and Li Ping'an, who were hidden in the branches, took in all this and quietly started a discussion.

"It's just killing a big wild boar with six legs, why are these people so grinding." Howard Road.

"For us, such a prey is just a few pieces of meat, but for a small tribe like them, it may be a matter of whether or not their tribe can survive." Li Pinna explained.

Howard sniffed: "Aren't you exaggerating, there is less food, and they just eat vegetables." ”

"It's not that I'm exaggerating, it's that you've been away from the ordinary people for too long, and you haven't even been in contact with the lives of ordinary people or the poor, so you don't understand." Li Ping'an looked at Howard and sighed in his heart: "This guy is so lucky, he hasn't suffered from life." ”

"Ordinary people don't just eat top beef, they eat ordinary beef; I eat from Michelin-starred chefs, and they just eat normal food, but it's not that different. Howard said as a matter of course.

"Why don't you eat minced meat?" Li Ping'an's mood was a little depressed for a while, and he seemed to think of something unhappy: "You haven't you understood that some families can only eat one meal a day, there are only a few grains of rice in the bowl, and the rest are sparse clear soup, and an egg is a delicacy that the family can only share together during the New Year." ”

Howard looked at Li Ping'an's mood a little sluggish, as if he was reminded of some bad memories by his words, he touched his mustache and said, "It looks like you have suffered a lot. ”

Li Ping'an pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Looks like you've suffered a lot." Howard brought Li Ping'an into what Li Ping'an had just said. Then thinking of the now powerful Li Ping'an, he added, "I thought that people were the poorest because they couldn't afford to drive a car, and they could only take a taxi when they went out, but now it seems that I haven't experienced enough." ”

"These hardships make you strong, and it's worth it."

Hearing Howard say this, Li Ping'an seemed to be ignited with some kind of emotion, and the expression on his face was stubborn and bitter: "It's not that suffering makes me strong, but for the sake of being strong, I have suffered a lot." ”

"What's the difference?" Howard asked.

"It's different, it's definitely different."

"Suffering is never worth it, suffering is suffering, and suffering does not lead to success."

"Suffering is not worth pursuing, tempering the will is because suffering cannot be avoided, and the vast majority of people fall in suffering."

"And I'm not chasing suffering, I'm chasing power, and I've suffered a lot in the process!"

"But I don't think it's a big deal. If given the choice, I'd rather win power in an easy way than suffer from it! ”

"If you just blindly suffer, you are abused, and that kind of life is not worth remembering or respecting!"

"I'm willing to endure some hardship for the sake of strength because I know I can succeed."

Howard has never seen such a Li Ping'an, and Li Ping'an at this time did not seem to be as calm and peaceful as he usually seemed to see everything, but became extremely excited.

Although the expression on his face at this time was very hideous, it made him more like a living person than an emotionless god.

This kind of Li Ping'an made him feel more cordial.

At this time, Li Ping'an was like a speaker, telling his views and opinions passionately, dancing and emotional.

Fortunately, the place where the two of them were located was a little farther away from the center of the hunting ground, otherwise I was afraid that they would be discovered by those natives.

Covered by the monster's terrible howl, their voices were not heard.

The pigtail on one side did not hesitate, and walked quickly in front of the six-legged prey, and the sharpened wooden stick in his hand stabbed into the throat of the six-legged monster neatly.

The monster raised its head and let out a final wail, and finally hung its head weakly, and its vitality was completely cut off, bidding farewell to this beautiful world.

Seeing this, the hunters smiled at the corners of their mouths, and it took three days from the time they targeted the six-legged monster to the time they successfully captured it.

The animal in front of them, which they call the six-legged 彘 (zhi four sounds), is a tight, fat-rich animal, and an excellent food for raising autumn fat.

However, due to its violent temperament and fierce nature, in this forest, except for the people of their tribe who have the ability to prey on this group of things, other predators generally do not choose it as their prey.

Because this guy has rough skin and thick flesh and infinite strength, even the hyena toothed tiger in the forest needs to pay a great price if he wants to hunt an adult six-legged tiger.

It is often necessary to use your own life as a bargaining chip.

So in most cases, they don't choose to see the hexapod as their prey, with the exception of juvenile hexapods.

The hexapod eats everything, grows fast, and has a strong reproductive ability, often a pair of hexapods will give birth to one or two litters of cubs every year, with at least four cubs in each litter.

It only takes eight months for a six-legged bito to reach sexual maturity from birth, and at this rate, it would have been a long time ago that the hexapod should have occupied the entire forest.

However, the minus hexapod is coveted by various predators in the jungle, so their population is always limited to a manageable number, and the entire forest is not occupied by other creatures.

With the death of the six-legged head, the smiles on the hunters' lips gradually widened, and finally everyone exuded a warm smile.

They beckoned to each other, came to the prey, and together they took the prey that was stuck in the trap.

"Winter."

The huge body of the six-legged body fell to the ground with a dull thud, and the thick fat on its body shook like jelly a few times.

Seeing this scene, the hunters' eyes were even more bright, and there was nothing more suitable for roasting than a fat six-legged man, and the crimson pieces of meat were licked and dripping with fat gravy after being licked by the fire.

The golden fat flows slowly down the flesh under the drive of heat, sizzling and carrying the aroma of human beings, sprinkled with collected spices, enough to hold up a cheerful bonfire.

Amidst hearty laughter and a pleasant vibe, they began to divide the whole piece of flesh.

The pigtail cut open the internal organs and took out the heart of the prey, although the heart was broken, but the eyes of everyone still could not hide the longing.

He took his bloody heart, looked forward at the strong man, and sent it forward slightly with his hand, and the strong man who had completely surrendered was a little excited on his face and wanted to reach out to pick it up.

But the direction of Cupola's hand suddenly changed, and he handed his heart to a slender man who looked a little thin on the side.

"Thin dog, this heart belongs to you, I wish you a strong body." Cupola speaks Aboriginal language.

With the help of the system, Li Ping'an understood this sentence without any pressure, and acted as a real-time translator next to Howard.

The thin man, known as the Thin Dog, had a long scar on his ribs diagonally upwards all the way to his chest, as well as ink-colored tattoos of unknown significance, and a bone nail in the middle of his chin and lips, a custom of his tribe.

The more tattoos he has, the older he is; The more scars, the stronger the record; And being able to put a beast bone under the tip of the nose shows that he has a certain status in the tribe.

Once the male members of the tribe reach the age of 14, they have a bone nail in the middle of their chin and lips to indicate that they have reached adulthood.

After taking the heart from the pigtail, the dogs reverently took it, believing that eating the heart of their prey would give them a stronger physique.

Although the strong man on the opposite side was teased by the pigtails, although his expression was a little angry, he didn't say anything, since he had already expressed his submission to it, the two sides were the difference between the leader and the led, and the lower one did not question the right of the superior.

The prey's lungs were completely rotten, so the pigtail threw it on the ground, cut off the liver of the six-legged bi, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and handed the bibi in his hand to the strong man.

The strong man had a surprised expression on his face, and he stretched out his hands to thank him.

But the pigtail hands suddenly turned again, and handed the liver in his hand to another clansman, and at the same time, his body muscles were tense, in case the strong man was angry and angry at himself, this was his last temptation, if the strong man was not abnormal, then he could be completely relieved.

"Mu Shi, this liver is for you." Cupola said to an indigenous man on the other side with his hair combed into four braids.

At the same time, he stared at the strong man with the corner of his eye to prevent him from suddenly rioting.

Although the strong man was very angry, he finally did not make any other moves, and silently accepted all this.

And the father of the pigtail watched all this silently, although he did not speak, but the smile on the corner of his mouth revealed his comfort to his son.