Day 2

Before the first rays of the morning sun came out, Yang Sanyang was already standing at the entrance of the cave, looking at the mighty wisps of purple qi from the east on the horizon, opening his big mouth and breathing.

Don't think too much, he just has a fantasy of ten thousand and one thousand, what if he can really take a breath of purple gas?

After inhaling a stomach of cold wind, the early morning in the primitive world was still a little cold, facing the foolish expressions of the primitive people around him, Yang Sanyang smiled bitterly, tightened the animal skin that barely wrapped his body, and stepped out of the cave.

To live is to work, if you do not pick fruit, you will be hungry, and the tribe does not feed idlers.

Although he is a child and does not need to bear too much burden, but he can sell a good child to have milk to eat, Yang Sanyang has a modern soul in his body, how can he really stare at the side?

The fruit picked at a time was small, but it was enough to attract the attention of the great primitives, but whenever there was any surplus meat, he was always the first among the children to get it.

But today Yang Sanyang was not going to pick fruits, and after picking a few fruits at random, Yang Sanyang walked on the grass, looking at the altar from afar, with a touch of firmness in his eyes.

"If you succeed, you can change your fate, and if you lose, you will become a blasphemous and be burned alive by the god of fire!" Yang Sanyang slowly lowered his head, restrained the emotions in his heart, and looked greedily at the blue sky and white clouds of the last world with a pair of eyes, and then strode into the jungle not far from the tribe.

Every step of drilling wood to make fire is in Yang Sanyang's heart, although he has not done it in the past five years, he has deduced it countless times in his heart.

Death to the blasphemer

The flame is the right of the gods, it is the power of the god of fire, and he drills wood to make fire, but he is afraid that he will anger the god of fire and take away the authority of the god of fire.

Yang Sanyang walked in the jungle with a tangled face, looking for a dry wooden stick, as for the dry straw used to drill wood for fire, he had already prepared.

Straw is the straw that has been dried for several years, and firewood is the firewood that has been selected for several years.

It's all dry!

It's just that when he really picked up the drill wood, he looked at the waveless divine fire of the ancient well in the distance, but suddenly hesitated.

No one is not afraid of death!

The memory of five years ago is shocking as if it were yesterday. The ...... of the child who turned to ashes in the flames.

"Whew......"

A terrible roar came, accompanied by panicked and chaotic shouts, Yang Sanyang was startled, turned his head to look into the distance, but saw the overwhelming beasts coming in groups to prey.

The strong men of the hunting team were rushing to their deaths, the wooden sticks and stone tools in their hands had been scattered everywhere, and the women picking fruits in the mountains and forests rushed towards the cave without saying a word.

"Beast tide !!" Yang Sanyang was startled, rolled up the drill wood and dead grass on the ground, and ran towards the cave with his legs.

Don't run, waiting to make snacks for the beast tide?

He is no stranger to the beast tide, and he has experienced it several times in the past five years. It must have been the birth of a big demon in the mountains and forests outside, which formed such a terrifying beast tide and forced the beasts to run wild.

Last night, the emperor poured the pulp on the earth, and it was strange that there was no big demon born.

Or there are big demons who want to hunt the human race, but the place where the tribe is located is blessed by the god of fire, and although the demon beasts have great powers, they dare not anger the gods. However, although the monster beast cannot enter, it can drive the beast to come and kill the humans.

Every time there is a beast tide, human beings are bound to suffer heavy losses.

In the open meadows, humans are at odds with their backs, and they are no match for these ferocious beasts. The only fate left in the wilderness is death, and in the strong warriors, in the open plains, there is only the end of being torn to pieces by wild beasts.

Yang Sanyang saw it really at this time, the strong men of the hunting team faced the overwhelming beast tide in the mountains and forests, and they had no power to resist at all, and dozens of big men became several pieces in a blink of an eye, and the bloody corpses were thrown around by the beasts everywhere in the mountains and forests, which further stimulated the ferocity of the beasts.

"Woo~"

The beasts came towards the stone cave, looking at the fierce beasts all over the sky, Yang Sanyang only felt that his hands and feet were weak.

There have never been so many fierce beasts, and if you look closely, there are not tens of thousands!

"There must be a terrible demon king born outside the Great Wilderness, and it will be difficult to endure in the future!" Yang Sanyang frowned.

Thinking about it, countless primitives have poured into the cave, holding spears in their hands to confront the overwhelming beasts of the outside world.

The entrance of the cave is so big, there are many beasts, that is, the attack power of so many dozens, and thousands of people are not afraid at all.

"According to the law of the past, as long as the beasts stay here for half a day and can't hunt the humans in the cave, they will automatically retreat!" Yang Sanyang lowered his head and breathed a sigh of relief.

He wasn't worried about the beasts that were overwhelming outside the door. Just looking at the bloody body in the herd, I couldn't help but feel anger rushing from my heart. Although he couldn't communicate with those big men, and even had no blood relationship between the two sides, after all, he was his own tribesmen, raising himself, and at this time, he was killed by countless wild **, bitten to death alive, and became his rations, Yang Sanyang felt that it was difficult to vent the anger in his heart.

That anger is not only directed at the herd, but also at the unpredictable future! If you don't change your current life, maybe you will be the next one to be killed by the beast in the future!

That kind of powerlessness and confusion can never be experienced!

From morning to mid-day until sunset, the beasts in the outside world were constantly restless, and every once in a while they would attack the cave, which made Yang Sanyang vigilant in his heart.

"It's been a day, it stands to reason that the beasts should have retreated a long time ago, after all, the beasts also have to eat, why don't they leave today?" Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a solemnity.

night

The fire in the cave is raging, the drums in the cave are shaking, and thousands of people are hungry, and the sound is terrifying.

Originally, everyone couldn't eat enough on weekdays, plus they didn't eat for a day, how could they stand it?

Countless primitive people also showed a trace of panic and anxiety in their eyes at this time, as if they realized that the situation in front of them was not good.

pity

Even though the bright moon hung high and the beasts outside were restless, there was still no sign of retreating.

This night, Yang Sanyang didn't close his eyes, staring at the group of green eyes outside the cave, only hoping that the gods could take action and drive away the beasts in front of him.

Countless tribes fell to their knees and bowed to the divine fire, but their gods seemed to have forgotten about it.

I don't know when, Yang Sanyang was so tired that he fell asleep, and a thought vaguely flowed in his mind before going to sleep: "Perhaps, those beasts will be gone when you wake up tomorrow!"

The sun is rising

Yang Sanyang, who was tired, opened his eyes, greeted the first wisp of purple qi rising in the sky, and then saw the beasts still wandering outside the cave, his palms were subconsciously clenched tightly, and his nails pierced into his palms, awakening his numb nerves.

"Not gone! still there!" Yang Sanyang's heart couldn't help but sink, sweeping over the strong men of the tribe, the countless worried eyes, and the cries of countless babies lingering in his ears, which made people even more upset. Looking at the corners of primitive people's mouths molting and chapped lips, I subconsciously swallowed the dried mulberries, and I couldn't make a sound at all.

Hungry and cold, this night was so difficult!

"It can't be delayed any longer, if it drags on any longer, I don't know how many babies will starve to death!" Yang Sanyang lowered his eyebrows, and there was a solemnity in his eyes.

An animal can go three days without eating, but not three days without water!

Not to mention the babies who are not yet full moon?

"This herd is definitely different from the past!" Yang Sanyang had already realized that the beast herd in front of him was different.

The baby's crying was upset, and Yang Sanyang stood up abruptly and walked towards the blazing divine fire.

"Smack~"

Before he got close to the divine fire, Yang Sanyang's shoulders were grabbed, and his mother's eyes with wisdom seemed to see through everything about Yang Sanyang and blocked in front of him.

Yang Sanyang looked directly at the leader, but the female leader didn't give an inch, and the countless people around him seemed to realize something, and they all stood up around the divine fire, isolating Yang Sanyang.

Long

Yang Sanyang lowered his head and stepped aside.

The primitive people have never dispersed, and they are still worshipping around the divine fire.

"Smack~"

The shoulder was tapped again, and a familiar face came into his eyes, Yang Sanyang recognized him, the recognized warrior in the tribe, the strongest primitive, at this time a pair of eyes looked at him, his eyes were full of appreciation, but he shook his head seriously.

After many years of getting along, Yang Sanyang understood what the other party meant, although he appreciated his courage, but the gods did not allow blasphemy.

Primitive No. 1, this is the name Yang Sanyang gave him!

Sitting in the corner, Yang Sanyang closed his eyes and thought about a way to break the game.

Now the only thing that can be done is to wait!

Holding the drill wood in his hand, Yang Sanyang was unsettled, he was greedy for life and afraid of death after all, it was better to die than to live, in the face of the great horror between life and death, no one could despise it.

"Perhaps, tomorrow the beast tide will recede?" Yang Sanyang comforted himself.

"Roar~"

The beast tide broke out again, this time the defense was so difficult, the primitive man who had been hungry for a day and a night, each of his hands and feet was weak, and he saw with his own eyes that a primitive man was accidentally dragged out by the beast herd for a while.

"This may be the most difficult catastrophe I have come to this world!" Yang Sanyang sighed.

Then the sun set, several animal tides, and people died one after another.

The next day, the first baby in the cave lost its cry, and the desperate mother slit her wrist, and blood flowed into the baby's mouth.

pity

That fragile life will never wake up again!

Yang Sanyang stared at the baby, those pure eyes staring at him, like a knife cutting his heart and inserting it into his heart.

After not eating enough for a long time, coupled with two days of hunger and cold, and not getting a drop of water, Yang Sanyang only felt dizzy, his hands and feet were weak, and an irritability rose in his heart.

The beast tide in the outside world still has no intention of retreating!

The tide of beasts that never went away shattered all its illusions!

"I can't wait, I don't dare to bet! I definitely won't survive two days!" In the confusion, Yang Sanyang's will kept tumbling, bursting out with amazing power, and after five years of depression, it broke out once it was like a flood, and it could no longer be stopped, and a sentence in his mind kept circling repeatedly: "Death is death today, and death is also death if you make a big plan!"

All consciousness was gone, and only this one sentence and the mad will remained.

Suddenly ripped off the animal skin on his body, and at this moment, Yang Sanyang's eyes were bloodshot, and he was crazy like a madman.

The animal skin was laid under the dry grass, Yang Sanyang clung to the drill wood, looked at the wooden block that had been prepared a long time ago, and poked it down frantically.

Blasphemy?

People are going to die, are they still afraid of blasphemy?