Chapter 239 Hunting the Natives
Suddenly, a soft cracking sound was heard.
A figure slowly slid off Lu Xingfeng's arm and lay on the ground.
Lu Xingfeng turned around and whispered to Ning Yao that this was a native on guard duty, usually the fastest runner in the tribe, more agile than a rabbit, and relatively difficult to catch. Now he couldn't sound the alarm or escape.
Ning Yao moved closer to take a look.
The man was wearing animal skins, had a head of messy long hair, his neck had been twisted, his head was turned 180 degrees, his eyes were wide open and his mouth was agape, and he was on the verge of death.
Ning Yao was horrified, but what bothered her even more was that this person's appearance was strikingly similar to that of people from China.
If the few remaining native inhabitants of country M in the modern world bear a resemblance to people of East Asian descent, then this person, at first glance, would look exactly like someone of East Asian descent.
It goes without saying that the natives here are the ancestors of the modern-day indigenous people of the United States.
Looking at the fading light of life in the other person's dark eyes, Ning Yao felt an indescribable feeling welling up inside her.
Lu Xingfeng assumed she was terrified because it was her first time witnessing murder, so he gently comforted her, "If you can't handle it, we can go back now. This one incident will add another hundred points to your score."
Ning Yao squatted down and stared intently at the dying native. "I just think he looks so much like someone from China."
Lu Xingfeng realized he had been overthinking things, so he smiled and said:
"Because the natives of this continent did indeed migrate from there, the earliest being primitive people tens of thousands of years ago. However, whether those primitive people survived or reproduced is unknown. Then, several thousand years ago, probably during the ancient Chinese slave society period, a large number of people from the Central Plains came here..."
Hearing this explanation, Ning Yao exclaimed in surprise, "Uncle Lu, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable."
Lu Xingfeng smiled but said nothing.
He learned about the theory of primitive human migration after arriving in modern times and following Ning Hai to the United States, while studying various materials in order to understand this world.
As for the fact that a large number of people from the Central Plains of China traveled to North America during the slave society period of ancient China, he learned about this while reading ancient books in his original world.
Of course, back then this place wasn't called North America.
All we know is that it is at the edge of the ocean in the Central Plains.
“But Uncle Lu,” Ning Yao muttered, “according to you, aren’t the natives of the Americas just Chinese people who migrated here thousands of years ago? But I think I saw on the internet that this is just a theory of a small number of people and the possibility is not high.”
Lu Xingfeng also squatted down and brushed aside the hair that covered most of the native's face. "Miss Ning, take a look at his forehead."
Ning Yao took a closer look and was taken aback.
Because this native had a circular pattern painted on his forehead with an unknown pigment that looked almost exactly like the Yin-Yang symbol!
Lu Xingfeng said, "This is a totem that is quite common on the bodies of the local natives. Do you think this is a coincidence? The concept and pattern of Tai Chi are the crystallization of the wisdom of our ancestors thousands of years ago, and the local natives also use it as a totem."
"Of course, in addition to this evidence, after we traveled through time and space to come here and conducted a lot of research, we also found that among many indigenous tribes, the majority have relatively advanced civilizations."
"They not only use the Tai Chi Yin-Yang symbol as a daily decorative totem, but they are also skilled at using chopsticks, can make rough and simple bronze tools, and can make pens from animal hair. Their writing is also very similar to the ancient Chinese characters from thousands of years ago, and even the tunes of their songs are based on ancient Chinese musical scales."
"Another small group of natives are no different from primitive people. This group may be descendants of yellow-skinned people who migrated here tens of thousands of years ago, but the main natives should be the descendants of the ancient Chinese thousands of years ago."
Ning Yao was deeply shocked as she listened to these words.
This feeling was a wonderful, indescribable sensation for her.
“I hate those people back home… I never thought I’d run into a descendant of Chinese people here.” Ning Yao’s eyes were filled with resentment, but the instinctive fear of seeing a living person about to die in front of her had quickly dissipated.
Her hands trembled slightly as she gripped the native's twisted neck.
As she exerted more force, her hands trembled more and more violently.
Her hands stopped trembling as the already dying native breathed his last.
A feeling even more exhilarating than after hunting so many animals before rushed straight to the top of her head, making her scalp tingle with pleasure.
Lu Xingfeng looked surprised.
Back when he was still with the Tian Shu Sect, he saw many people who wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken.
Disciples in the sect also need to go down the mountain to gain experience and go into the martial world to experience bloodshed before they can barely muster the courage to kill.
Ning Yao, a young girl.
Moreover, he was born and raised in the modern civilized world, but in less than two hours, he went from hunting rabbits to daring to strangle a living person with his bare hands.
The way she acted didn't frighten Lu Xingfeng; on the contrary, he appreciated and liked her more and more.
Lu Xingfeng couldn't help but sigh inwardly, if he had had such a disciple by his side back then, why would he have had to worry about not getting the position of sect leader?
"Uncle Lu, how many people are still in those thatched huts?" Ning Yao's cold question interrupted Lu Xingfeng's thoughts.
Lu Xingfeng squinted at the faint outline of thatched huts beside the fire. "Not many, just three households, and a dozen or so in total, big and small."
Ning Yao took the crossbow bolts off her back. "Hunting time is almost over, we need to hurry."
Lu Xingfeng then used his lightness skill to rush into the thatched hut in the blink of an eye.
When Ning Yao had run about ten meters away from the three thatched huts, a strong native with a limp ran out of the hut.
This was clearly dried by Lu Xingfeng, who broke a person's leg, restricting their movement and making it easier for Ning Yao to hunt them down.
Ning Yao raised her crossbow and pulled the trigger.
Whoosh!
The arrow pierced the native's stomach.
The native collapsed in agony, and Ning Yao immediately aimed at his chest and fired another arrow.
Even ancient armor struggles to withstand arrows produced by modern technology, let alone linen and animal hides.
The second arrow pierced the native's heart, and he died, coughing up blood and staring wide-eyed in terror.
Soon, several more natives ran out of the thatched hut.
They had also been crippled by Lu Xingfeng, and even if they wanted to resist, they were no longer able to wield their crude weapons.
Moreover, those melee weapons made of animal bones and rough bronze pieces were simply incapable of hitting Ning Yao, who was holding a crossbow more than ten meters away.
Ning Yao fired arrows without hesitation, and one after another, the natives fell into pools of blood.
With Lu Xingfeng's help, Ning Yao shot and killed all thirteen adult natives in a short period of time.
Among them, there were four able-bodied men, four adult women, and two elderly people.
Ning Yao was caught up in the killing spree when she suddenly saw another figure emerge. Without thinking, she shot an arrow at it.
Snap!
The extremely fast crossbow bolt was easily caught by the opponent.
"Miss Ning, look closely, it's me." Lu Xingfeng stepped closer, holding a crossbow bolt.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Lu..." Ning Yao apologized, then said in surprise, "Uncle Lu, you know martial arts? I just saw you dash into the thatched hut in the blink of an eye, like you were flying close to the ground, and then you caught the crossbow bolt with your bare hands! That's amazing!"
Just then, hurried footsteps came from the doorway of the thatched hut next door.
Lu Xingfeng didn't even look at it, and directly threw the crossbow bolt in his hand.
Pfft!
An arrow pierced the chest of a teenager, leaving a trail of blood, and embedded itself in the door frame.
Ning Yao gasped in shock. The arrow that a person could throw with their hand was actually more powerful than the one she fired with her crossbow!
“Miss Ning, I do know some martial arts,” Lu Xingfeng said with a smug look on his face. “When I have time in the future, I can teach you a thing or two.”
"That's great! Thank you, Uncle Lu!" Ning Yao jumped up happily.
Lu Xingfeng pointed to the thatched hut, "There are five more little ones inside. I've caught them all and put them together. Would Miss Ning like to take a look?"
Without saying a word, Ning Yao looked over the boy's corpse and stood outside the threshold, peering inside.
Lu Xingfeng kicked the fire, and several burning sticks flew into the thatched hut.
Now she could see it much more clearly; even the cold sweat on the children's faces and their pupils dilated with fear were reflected in Ning Yao's eyes.
The youngest can't walk yet, and the oldest is only six or seven years old.
Ning Yao hesitated for a few seconds, then put down the crossbow in her hand.
After all, they were children, which touched her heart with pity.
"Forget it...let them go." Ning Yao turned her head and said to Lu Xingfeng.
Lu Xingfeng said, "Without adults, these children won't survive either. They'll either starve to death or be eaten by wild animals."
Ning Yao lowered her eyelids and said, "That's none of my business. Anyway... I can't bring myself to do it."
At this moment, three of the older children roared and yelled at Ning Jinli.
Ning Yao couldn't understand what they were saying, but judging from their tone and expressions, they were definitely hurling extremely offensive insults.
In an instant, Ning Yao recalled the scene of being verbally abused and hit with objects by onlookers on the street outside the restaurant.
The angry faces of Chinese people flashing through her mind seemed to overlap with the face of the child in front of her, constantly stimulating Ning Yao's wounded heart.
Ning Yao trembled all over, and her eyes gradually lost their rationality.
A child picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at her.
state!
A fist-sized rock smashed onto Ning Yao's helmet.
"Ah!" Ning Yao trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted, screamed, and shouted, "Die! All of you, die!"
Then, she raised her crossbow and angrily pulled the trigger.
The crossbow bolts were fired in rapid succession, comparable to a barrage of arrows.
In an instant, a series of sharp arrows claimed the lives of five children.
Ning Yao, panting heavily, dropped the crossbow she had just fired, turned and ran to the side, bending over and vomiting violently.
"Miss Ning, are you alright?" Lu Xingfeng approached and asked.
Ning Yao vomited up all her bile, but she found that her body was no longer trembling, and the humiliating and terrifying memories in her mind seemed to become less frightening at this moment.
"I'm fine..." Ning Yao wiped her mouth, turned around, and slowly smiled. "I feel great now."
Lu Xingfeng was relieved and said, "The natives hiding here have all been wiped out. We can go back now. There were nineteen of them in total. According to the hunting rules, that's a full 1,900 points. You're the undisputed first place winner. You can rest for a bit while I go cut off their ears to take back as scoring evidence."
Ning Yao asked, "Cut off the ear?"
Lu Xingfeng laughed and said, "Yes, if you cut off an animal's tail, you should cut off a person's ears. We don't even want those animals. We can't possibly take the natives' corpses back with us, can we?"
Ning Yao's eyes flashed with a blood-red light. "I have a more fun way."
"Oh? In what way?"
"Uncle Lu, can I borrow your knife?"
Lu Xingfeng then gave her the dagger.
Ning Yao took the dagger and walked to the body of an indigenous person. She squatted down, grabbed the body's hair with one hand, and used the other hand to stab the sharp tip of the dagger into the body's forehead, making a cut around the top of the head as if slicing tofu.
Next, the tip of the knife was inserted into the cut, and the blade was used to separate the skin and flesh, quickly removing a piece of scalp.
Lu Xingfeng was somewhat bewildered.
Ning Yao held up a piece of scalp that had just been cut off and examined it, saying, "It turns out that cutting scalp is not that simple, but it is easier than I imagined. This piece was not cut perfectly; it's all punctured."
"Miss Ning, is there any special meaning behind doing this?" Lu Xingfeng asked, rubbing his head which was feeling a bit cold.
Ning Yao explained, "More than two hundred years ago, in order to clear out the natives more efficiently, the United States issued a law that allowed residents to participate. As long as they cut off the natives' scalps and handed them over, they could receive a reward. I just thought of this historical story and decided to try it out on a whim to see what it was like for the ancestors of the United States to do this."
Lu Xingfeng suddenly realized, "I was wondering why there were always people cutting off the scalps of the indigenous corpses during the previous cleanup of the area. I thought it was just their personal hobby, but it turns out it's a traditional custom."
To save time, Lu Xingfeng cut off an ear from each of the other corpses and put them in a bag along with the tails of the previous prey.
The two returned to camp just a dozen seconds before the hunt ended.
Apart from Ning Yao, none of the other hunters managed to hunt any natives.
The one who got the most points even killed an elephant, and with other prey, his score reached over 300 points. However, that was nothing compared to Ning Yao's score of over 2,000 points.
In a single hunt, she managed to kill more than a dozen natives. Even the M country soldiers who participated in the hunt gave Ning Yao a thumbs up and praised her for her skill.
Her name and score were naturally placed on the hunting leaderboard, firmly holding the top spot.
This gave Ning Yao a great sense of satisfaction.
As Lu Xingfeng prepared to take her back to the modern experimental base, she still asked with lingering enthusiasm when the next hunting competition would begin.
Lu Xingfeng could only tell her that it was irregular and required most people in the camp to be relatively free.
The two walked back to where they had come from.
Lu Xingfeng glanced at his watch; there were still a few minutes until the scheduled time for the portal to time and space to open.
He took this opportunity to give Ning Yao some serious instructions.
“Miss Ning, although you only came here for a visit and did not participate in any specific projects, you must remember that after you go back, you must act as if you were never here and not leak any information to the outside world. Otherwise, even if your father is Ning Hai, he cannot protect you, understand?”
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