Over here

The day is much longer than the outside world, and the night is much longer than the outside world.

Ding Xiaoyi thought that there was no night or day here.

He counted the time,

There is twice as long a day here as there is outside, and the same is true of the night.

He thought that there was no day and night here, but he didn't expect the day and night to be so long.

When night falls,

The world was as black as ink, and Ding Xiaoyi seemed to have fallen into a basin of ink.

The world seemed to be shrouded in a huge ink vat, without a trace of light.

This pitch darkness gave him a feeling of suffocation.

He's almost going crazy,

When the day dawns, he must find a way to make a fire.

It's like living here like years, and it should be said that it's like living for years.

Because the days here are more than twice as long as the outside world, and the nights are even more suffocating to him.

This world is so dark that there is not a trace of light at all.

Even his gaze was only a kilometer away.

Ding Xiaoyi spent a long dark night chatting in every way.

When the day comes,

He finally felt the preciousness of the light.

He hurried to the mountain looking for some useful equipment.

If there is no sunlight here, it is natural that you cannot use the sunlight to make fire.

To survive in the brutal wilderness, making fire is one of the skills that must be learned.

Other primitive people naturally didn't know what Ding Xiaoyi was doing.

They could only watch from afar, but none of the primitives stepped forward.

Ding Xiaoyi searched for it and finally found a tool to make the fire.

He took out the sword he was carrying behind him, and began to process the dry dead wood for a while.

Several of the sharpened branches and the sawdust fell at his feet.

The group of primitives were dumbfounded, and the long sword seemed to have become an artifact in their eyes.

After completing this series of preparations,

Ding Xiaoyi began to manually drill wood for fire.

In the past, Master also taught himself this knowledge, and he succeeded several times.

But in this world, he doesn't know if he can succeed.

After a few attempts,

Ding Xiaoyi was so tired that his whole body ached, but he didn't succeed again.

He had to stop,

He raised his gaze just in time to see the older primitive looking at him with interest.

He swept his gaze and saw a burly primitive man again.

I am afraid that it will be difficult to complete this heavy project of drilling wood for fire.

He pointed to the burly primitive man.

「……」，

The burly primitive man pointed to himself, and then made a big call to Ding Xiaoyi.

Ding Xiaoyi didn't understand a word.

The old primitive's face showed a look of anger, and he scolded the burly primitive.

The burly primitive man had to obediently come to Ding Xiaoyi's side.

Ding Xiaoyi pulled the burly primitive man to his side,

He kept rubbing the dead branch with both hands, and the dead branch kept making a sharp sound on the dead wood.

After doing this series of actions, Ding Xiaoyi asked the burly primitive man to continue according to his appearance.

There was a look of doubt in the eyes of the burly primitive man.

But under the pressure of the old and primitive, he did so.

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes stared at the primitive man's movements without blinking.

And the burly primitive man's hands kept rubbing the dead branch like the wind.

A miraculous scene appeared,

only

Scattered sparks appeared underneath the rotating branches.

Ding Xiaoyi was overjoyed in his heart, and he motioned to the burly primitive man to speed up.

Perhaps it was because he saw the faint spark coming out from under the dead branch, and the burly primitive man rubbed the dead branch faster.

A puff of green smoke rises,

Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly put a wisp of withered moss pinched into thin reins next to the withered branch.

As the primitive man rubbed the dead branches faster, smoke began to rise from the dry moss.

"Hoo ......",

The withered moss ignited, and Ding Xiaoyi was overjoyed.

He hurriedly placed the other withered grass carefully on the withered moss.

A red flame burst out like a spark.

Ding Xiaoyi's face showed a look of joy, and he finally succeeded.

But the burly primitive man was so frightened that he retreated again and again.

They had never seen a flame before, and they felt a destructive power from that flame that they had never felt before.

"Woo ......",

The flames on the dead grass flickered, and suddenly a wave of heat swept out in all directions.

The other primitives had fearful expressions on their faces.

The burly primitive man has long since retreated far away,

The scorching heat of the flame made him feel palpitations.

Ding Xiaoyi looked at this flame with great satisfaction,

Finally, I succeeded, and I didn't have to suffer from the darkness anymore at night.

The older primitive man saw that Ding Xiaoyi had inexplicably made a fire, and his eyes showed a look of shock.

Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly rushed down the mountain, and he quickly caught a hare and came back.

The scorching bonfire was not approached by any primitive.

This made him both amused and pitiful, these primitive people should not have even seen a flame.

The old primitive man watched Ding Xiaoyi skillfully kill the hare,

Then he stripped the hare of its fur.

He struck his sword, and the hare rested on the campfire.

A few moments later, the hare on the sword let out a pungent smell of flesh.

Ding Xiaoyi only felt that his Adam's apple moved, and there was a rumbling sound in his stomach.

Seeing the golden-butterstained hare on the sword,

Ding Xiaoyi's appetite suddenly increased, and he didn't have to eat the wild fruits of the primitive tribe after all.

Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly tore off a piece of rabbit meat, and then took a hard bite.

The fly in the ointment is that there is no salt.

He couldn't take out the items from the bag, and he couldn't take out the spices for the food.

The smell of flesh wafted into the noses of the primitive people,

A look of shock appeared on their faces, and the smell of flesh whetted their appetites.

But they were afraid of the scorching flames.

The group of primitive people did not dare to approach Ding Xiaoyi, but Ding Xiaoyi ate with relish.

His eyes lifted,

Seeing the complicated expressions of this group of primitive people, he couldn't help but laugh.

He waved his hand to the older primitive, and the old primitive, trembling, came to Ding Xiaoyi's side.

Ding Xiaoyi tore off a piece of rabbit meat and stuffed it into the old primitive's hand.

The old primitive man looked at the hot meat in his hand, and his eyes showed excitement.

soon

The primitive people had adapted to the scorching breath of the bonfire.

There are also many primitive people writhing around this bonfire.

Ding Xiaoyi took the dead branch and wrote a "fire character" on the ground.

He pronounced the word to the old primitive.

The word quickly spread.

When night fell, the bonfire brought

light

The primitive people couldn't help but worship Ding Xiaoyi.

After a few days of contact, Ding Xiaoyi also learned this ancient language.

He knew that this group of primitives was called the Black Mountain tribe, and the burly primitives who helped him drill wood for fire were called Suiren.

[In view of the general environment,

The old primitives were the patriarch of this tribe and the wise man of this Black Mountain tribe.

Ding Xiaoyi's appearance brought light to the Montenegrin tribe, and Ding Xiaoyi was very pleased.

Because of his unintentional move, it promoted the rapid development of this primitive tribe.

Ding Xiaoyi has been in this tribe for countless years, and he seems to be regarded as the god of this tribe.

The patriarch of the tribe of Montenegro died,

The Suiren became the patriarch of the tribe.

With Ding Xiaoyi's help, the entire tribe began to learn to practice.

In a flash, countless days and nights passed.

Ding Xiaoyi is already a gray-haired old man.

However, the Montenegrin tribe has developed rapidly, and the tribe has divided into countless tribes.

The flint also died, and other patriarchs were born.

After the Montenegrin tribes split into many tribes, the war broke out.

Primitive man has learned to practice,

They no longer covered with leaves, but learned to make coarse cloth.

They learned to make fire, they learned to use iron tools.

Ding Xiaoyi seems to be like a passerby,

He watched the Montenegrin tribe grow rapidly, from a small tribe to a kingdom.

Maybe that's how the inheritance of civilization is,

Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but think secretly.

Just after the civilization of this space had reached a certain stage, a catastrophe suddenly fell on the sky.

There are floods and fires,

And the plague.

Many people died, but Ding Xiaoyi was helpless.

He could only watch as the humans died.

The human race of this world is finally extinct,

This is the end of a civilization.

Ding Xiaoyi found that he was not shocked, he watched all this like a spectator.