After a busy night, at dawn, a simple shelter was built.

The two-tiered pine walls and roof are piled with stones and mud three or four feet thick outside, even if there are a few brown bears...... I guess it can be shaken, right?

Moreover, even if a group of brown bears comes, they are not afraid.

Because, Yang Chuan built his refuge at the exit of the underground dark river, it was really not possible, he could completely hide in the underground and seal the entrance with stones.

After all, in this world, the most terrifying thing is actually humans, not beasts.

Lying in the warm and comfortable small wooden and stone house, listening to the chirping of birds and insects outside, and the howl of wild wolves from the depths of the canyon, Yang Chuan felt an inexplicable warmth.

'I wonder if those Huns and Qiang people are dead?' ’

'How is Zhang Qian and Tangyi's father? ’

Smelling the fragrance of pine resin and nibbling on cooked mutton, Yang Chuan, who had been busy all night, finally couldn't bear it: "Whatever, everyone is a big man, so he should be able to deal with it, right?" ’

On a simple wooden bed, wrapped in a sheepskin, he fell into a deep sleep......

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He slept for five or six hours, and it wasn't until evening that Yang Chuan woke up.

The valley was so quiet that he could not even hear the sound of birds and insects, which made him feel a little uneasy: 'It seems that a beast has come.' ’

He quietly got up and looked out through the lookout of the shelter, and sure enough, he saw a 'big cat' of more than five feet, gray fur, covered with black spots and black rings, with two cute little cubs, playing in a stream not far away.

Tiger? Leopard? Still is...... Snow leopard?

After a careful observation for a moment, Yang Chuan was very sure that this was a snow leopard.

King of the Snowy Mountains.

In the grasslands of the Tianshan, Kunlun and Qilian Mountains, there are many legends and stories about the snow leopard, and the herders agree that the snow leopard is the master of the snow-capped mountains and the spirit of ice and snow.

Therefore, even if a snow leopard steals cattle and sheep during the winter season, most herders are not angry, but will be very grateful, believing that it is the gods' mercy on their cattle and sheep......

It is said that the snow leopard, known as the 'King of the Snow Mountain', is the only large beast that has never attacked humans.

Even so, Yang Chuan was still a little worried.

After all, this guy is an existence that even wolves and hyenas dare not provoke easily, who knows if those rumors are true or false......

After sleeping for a whole day, his stomach was already 'rumbling', so he simply looked out and took out a piece of cooked mutton and ate it slowly.

I have to say that the cooled hand-grabbed mutton is not as delicious as when it first came out of the pot in terms of aroma and taste, but it also has a different taste, and it can still be regarded as an excellent delicacy.

It's a pity that there is no salt and pepper, balsamic vinegar, tahini and garlic......

Suddenly, a baby snow leopard stopped playing, tilted its head, and kept sniffing in the air, as if it had noticed something unusual.

Then, like a puppy, it went straight to Yang Chuan's shelter...... At the lookout, he sniffed hard a few times and peeked inside very seriously.

So, the eyes of a man and a young beast met.

It's a very strange feeling.

Yang Chuan was stunned for a while before he reacted, this little guy should be hungry and followed the aroma of grasping mutton, right?

He quickly confirmed that he was safe, so he simply stretched out a lamb rib slowly, and winked at the cute little guy in front of him, showing his kindness as much as possible......

The little snow leopard was taken aback.

It jumped two steps to the side, and then, looking vigilantly and earnestly at the ribs in front of it, it turned its head to look at the mother and sister of the snow leopard, and suddenly called out.

Yang Chuan almost laughed: 'The cry of the little snow leopard is like a baby protecting the food......

The milk is fierce, and it is very cute.

The mother snow leopard and another baby snow leopard came over, and they watched vigilantly at a lamb's rib in front of them, jumping up and down on the rock, so light that they didn't make the slightest sound.

Yang Chuan noticed that the mother snow leopard's furry tail was more than four feet, almost as long as its slender body.

The two sides were at a stalemate.

Finally, a little snow leopard could not resist the temptation of the food, and tried to lick the lamb, and in no time, it flew out several feet like a frightened kitten.

Then, thinking about it sideways, it seemed to be savoring the taste of the food.

The mother snow leopard and another baby snow leopard couldn't help but step forward and lick their ......

I don't know how long it took, the sky had darkened, the cabin was pitch black, and the three snow leopards finally began to eat.

A fat and fragrant lamb rib was gnawed into a bare bone in a blink of an eye.

He tentatively shoved out another one.

This time it went well, a little snow leopard directly took the sheep bone and dangled it in front of its mother's eyes, showing off its ability to show off.

Looking at the warm eating scene of the snow leopard family, Yang Chuan was full of joy, and simply sent out a steady stream of food for two or three days, completely forgetting that he was actually the weakest person who needed to be fed the most......

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More than an hour later, Yang Chuan quietly returned to the Qiang camp through the underground river.

He had to go back and get some food, and by the way, he had to take a look if Zhang Qian, Tangyi's father and his party had escaped.

As for following this big man back to the Han Empire...... To be honest, he originally had this plan, but he was worried that he would not be able to get rid of the fate of being a slave when he returned.

So, he was somewhat entangled.

The laws of the Qin and Han dynasties are in the same line, and for those who have no property, land, and clean household registration, they are almost slaves, savages, prisoners, and soldiers.

Instead of going back to be a slave to his own people, it is better to hide in this foreign land for a while and develop obscenely......

With his familiarity with the terrain, he soon came to the hillside near the house of Danmu Jitou.

Then, I was stunned by the scene in front of me.

Gone were the tents of the Danmujitou people, replaced by a magnificent bonfire, with wood, cow dung and twigs piled up, and scarlet flames soaring three or four feet high.

Yang Chuan found that the fire was neatly arranged, all of them were corpses, there were three or four hundred, they should all be people who had drunk mutton soup last night? No wonder there is a foul smell of barbecue in the air.

A group of Qiang people knelt on the ground and threw themselves to the ground.

An old priest with a disheveled head, holding a knife in one hand and a human skin drum in the other, was dancing and singing there, chanting words, and his face was slashed several times, and his face was covered with disgusting blood.

Yang Chuan knew that this old monster was the high priest of the Qiang Aries tribe and the uncle of the Danmu Jitou people.

When all the Qiang girls in the tribe reach the age of twelve, they must be sent to his tent to have their bodies examined to prevent evil spirits from harming the tribe's cattle and sheep, and it is said that even his nieces, granddaughters, and granddaughters are no exception......

As for the so-called warriors, old and weak women and children, in the final analysis, they are actually slaves of the Danmu Jitou family, who usually herd sheep and horses for their masters, and fight for their masters in wartime, and everyone's wives and daughters may be sent to the tents of their masters' houses at any time.

Yang Chuan hated this tribe.

Or rather, he hates this old society that is even more fucked up than all evil...... Slavery, nomadic tribes!

In a clearing not far away, Yang Chuan saw Zhang Qian, his cousin's father, the resting merchants, and the thirteen poor resting female slaves.

They were stripped of all their clothes and tied to two wooden poles with woolen ropes, looking depressed, looking at the dozens of sharpened stakes in front of them, and everyone's eyes were filled with fear and despair.

Even Zhang Qian and Tangyi's father are no exception.

Looking at Zhang Qian, who was pale and depressed, Yang Chuan was inexplicably a little lost, and secretly said in his heart: 'The famous Bowanghou is also afraid of real death......