Zhou Ran rummaged through his backpack and found a small bottle, which contained light red medicinal powder, which had the effect of making people unconscious quickly, and he first gave himself an antidote pill.

This kind of medicinal powder can be effective through volatilization, and there is no need to deliberately let the other party eat it, so after he pulled out the bottle, he slowly pushed the bottle to the edge of the bed, and soon the red mist filled the entire thatched house.

The primitive man who sat on the bed began to yawn incessantly, and after a few minutes he felt as if he could not hold it anymore, and then fell asleep on the bed.

Zhou Ran got up at this time, he came out to take a look, his face showed a happy look, this primitive person's figure was thinner than he imagined, at least a lot thinner than those muscular monsters outside.

He found an animal skin from the bamboo basket next to the primitive man, which was the same style as the primitive man's body, and then he replaced it with this animal skin and dug up some dirt from the corner of the wall and smeared it on the surface of his skin.

This primitive man wore an ornament on his face, which was composed of more than a dozen feathers, which basically covered 2/3 of his face, and Zhou Ran took this decoration and put it on his face.

He pressed the primitive man's chin and twisted it gently, and after quietly disposing of the primitive man, he tidied up his clothes and walked out of the room.

Communication between primitive people is actually not as complicated as imagined, because the primitive language is not very perfect, so there is not a situation where people sit together and talk for hours.

Most of the time, primitive people meet each other, just wave their hands and say hello casually, even if it's over, Zhou Ran knows two simple primitive words, and the words of greeting are still successfully fooled in the past.

In the very center of the square sat four or five primitives, who were chatting without a word, and these primitives were still holding some strange things in their hands.

Zhou Ran walked over to take a look, and found that the things they were holding were small wooden sticks, and several twisted lines were depicted on the sticks, which looked like octopus tentacles, and the entire wooden stick was also smeared with blue and purple paint.

Purple is very rare among natural pigments, so this is one of the important reasons why purple is extremely noble in ancient history, and they have so many pigments painted on this wooden stick, looking at the dry and heavy appearance, you can know that there is even more than one layer.

These primitives didn't know much about the value of the paint, which was normal, but their application was apparently very regular, almost as if it had been mass-produced.

At this time, a primitive man walked to Zhou Ran's side, patted him on the shoulder, and motioned for Zhou Ran to go with him, but he didn't understand what the situation was, Zhou Ran and he came to the side, only to know that he was called by this primitive man to help carry water and water the ground.

Zhou Ran didn't refuse him directly, he looked at the seedlings in the ground while watering the ground, pulled a few of them, and took two handfuls of seeds from the small basket next to him, all of which were put into the small belt around his waist, and all these things were taken back for the old man to see.

After completing the task of watering, the primitive man left directly, and Zhou Ran walked around the village again, basically passing by a place, he picked up some wool and stuffed it into his backpack.

In a short time he had seen all the strange places in the village, and at last he focused his attention on the few little sticks.

The small wooden sticks just now, all of them were held in the hands of a few old primitive people sitting in the middle of the square, and now it was time to start the meal, and a huge ceramic jar was set up next to the bonfire, which burned something like broth, and the old men directly put the sticks on the chair they were sitting on, and then left directly.

There was no one around looking at the situation here, Zhou Ran only measured it slightly, then rushed forward with a swift walk, took a stick and stuffed it into his arms, and then turned his head and ran towards the room he had just come out of.

The primitive people who passed by glanced at Zhou Ran a few times, but they didn't stop too much, and after returning to the small room, Zhou Ran took out a stick and checked the information on it, but he was shocked.

【Staff of the Chosen:???。 When holding this item, the spark of inspiration will be activated to the maximum, and every natural week that lasts, you will gain any ability or technology that a primitive, and each time you activate a technology, your lifespan will be reduced by 10 years. Can only be used by NPCs. 】

Frightened, Zhou Ran almost threw the stick on the ground, but seeing the one above was limited

After using the PC, he relaxed a little, after all, he didn't want to reduce his life for no reason.

I don't know where this thing came from, but it seems to be very useful for primitive people. Muttering in his heart, Zhou Ran inserted the stick into the belt around his waist, and then rolled out along the window next to him.

Just now he went around in this primitive tribe, and the good things found the young and old, and also roughly discovered the combat power of these primitive people, just in terms of quantity, the number of primitive people is indeed not much.

But the combat effectiveness is not bad at all, the kind of powerful bow and arrow that can shoot nearly 100 steps in one breath, the weapon that seems to be forged from real metal, and the armor made of leather and metal armor pieces.

With these equipment, their combat effectiveness has increased several times in an instant, coupled with that incomparably powerful body, even if the powerful primitives of this tribe really go out to hunt, then the rest of these people are not something that Zhou Ran can deal with now.

Zhou Ran, who felt that this matter had to be discussed in the long run, ran out of it without saying a word, don't look at how arrogant he was when he went in before, but if these primitive people inside really found out his identity and rushed up, then Zhou Ran would definitely not be able to resist.

The wild stone spearmen on the other side returned earlier than Zhou Ran, and the information they obtained was definitely a little less than Zhou Ran's, after all, none of them dared to go in.

The two sides compared each other, and then roughly calculated this primitive tribe, and now the number of people in it should be 120, and many of them are hiding in the house, so they didn't see it at first.