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The atmosphere in the cave seemed somewhat tragic. The eldest brother led everyone, who had wrapped themselves in as much fur as possible, bowed to the witch, and then walked into the vast snow with their hunting weapons.

A group of people trudged through the snow, gradually turning into black dots and disappearing into obscurity behind the towering trees.

Because the cave door was open, the temperature inside the cave dropped rapidly and some children were already shivering passively.

The witch asked the women who stayed in the cave to block the door again.

Wu returned to his usual place and sat down, appearing even more silent than before.

Han Cheng stood silently by, feeling the severity of this food crisis.

Having been hungry for two days and two nights since he arrived, he deeply felt the horror of hunger. The feeling of burning in the stomach was more unbearable than torture.

It was precisely because of this that he felt so heavy-hearted.

After sitting here in silence for a while, the witch stood up and started to work in the cave.

He took out something that looked a bit like a crown with a lot of colorful bird feathers on it and put it on his head. Then he picked up a bone staff that was placed side by side with the feather crown and offered them together on a stone in front of a totem pole.

He picked up a bone knife from the bone staff and cut the palm of his left hand, then smeared the gushing blood on his face.

After letting Han Cheng leave the inner cave, the white-haired witch dripped the blood from his hands onto the ground in front of the totem pole, and mumbled something in a language that Han Cheng could not understand at all.

Then the witch's movements became even more strange. He jumped and danced, waving the bone staff in his hand from time to time...

Although he had never seen it before, Han Cheng still understood that the witch was performing a sacrificial ceremony to pray to their gods for blessings and ward off disasters...

After watching the ancient dance of the witch for a while, Han Cheng wrapped himself in two layers of animal skins, took a simple harpoon used by the tribe to catch fish, and walked towards the cave entrance.

Now he is also a member of the tribe. Faced with the food crisis in the tribe, just waiting like this is not a solution. But he is too young to go hunting with his elder brothers now. He can only use his own methods and try his best to see if he can help the tribe.

He wanted to go to the creek to see if there were any fish. To be honest, Han Cheng was confused about what his senior brother said about the fish being gone.

Judging from the distinct four seasons and the black-eyed, black-haired, and yellow-skinned people of the tribe, Han Cheng could basically determine that he was still on the land that he longed for.

In his memory, in the rivers of this land in later generations, there were not many fish that migrated with the seasons like migratory birds.

Of course, the present time is thousands or even tens of thousands of years away from the era in which we lived, so it is normal for different situations to occur.

But he still wanted to go over and take a look.

"Where are you going?"

The lame primitive man asked Han Cheng in a low voice, for fear of disturbing the witch who was communicating with the gods and praying for the tribe.

"I, go outside."

Han Cheng replied.

The stone slabs used to block the entrance of the cave were very thick. Even the one in the middle that could be removed to serve as a small door was difficult for Han Cheng to move now.

If he wants to get out, he needs help from others.

"You, take it?"

The lame primitive man pointed at a harpoon that looked like a straight stick in Han Cheng's hand.

I mean, what are you going to do with this?

Han Cheng said: "Fishing."

The primitive man looked at him like a fool. The three or four-year-old kids in the tribe knew that there were no fish at this time. But this smart-looking guy actually said he wanted to go catch fish. This... This is really...

"The fish is gone."

He is a kind-hearted person. Although Han Cheng almost made him vomit last time when he took a shit, he still couldn't help but want to remind this guy to prevent him from freezing in vain.

Han Cheng looked at this guy and suddenly realized a problem. According to the current temperature, a thick layer of ice must have already formed in the river.

If it were in the past, Han Cheng would naturally not feel embarrassed, but now, it is difficult to smash them open.

The guy in front of me is a good laborer.

He decided to trick this man away.

His legs were lame, but he could still walk, just very slowly.

Of course, this is already an extremely serious problem for primitive people.

If you run slowly, you won't be able to catch up with wild beasts, and you will have no way to escape when you are chased by wild beasts.

Running can be said to be one of the indispensable conditions for survival in this era!

Han Cheng shook his head and said, "The fish didn't leave. The fish hid."

He gestured with his hands as he spoke.

The male primitive man didn't believe Han Cheng's words and still said stubbornly: "The fish is gone."

He shook his head and said "no", then turned around and pointed at the witch who was performing a sacrifice deep in the cave.

What I mean is that this is what the witch told them.

Han Cheng also shook his head: "The fish is not gone. The fish is still here."

He pointed to the top of his head and then to his own head, meaning that this was what the gods told him.

The lame primitive man widened his eyes, obviously stunned by what Han Cheng said.

He believed it a little. Firstly, no one in the tribe had ever dared to joke with the gods. Secondly, Han Cheng's origin was really strange. He fell directly from the sky. He had never heard of anyone who could go to heaven, not even a witch who could communicate with the gods.

He looked at Han Cheng hesitantly and slowly stood up.

"The fish is still there!"

Han Cheng said this.

Then he told him that as long as he found the fish, he would no longer have to suffer from hunger.

Under the double attack of the gods and the big pancake drawn by Han Cheng that would not make him starve, the lame man, who had hesitated for a while, finally agreed to go to the river with Han Cheng to catch fish and make a contribution to the tribe.

The door of the cave was opened, and Han Cheng, holding a harpoon, and a lame primitive man holding a stone for chopping and smashing walked out of the cave together.

The woman who stayed in the cave watched the two eccentric people leave, and then blocked the cave entrance.

It is necessary to bring a stone out of the cave, otherwise it would be very difficult to pick up a stone from the ground in the snow and ice.

The oppressive cold air penetrated into his body through the gaps in the animal skin, and Han Cheng couldn't help shivering. He now had a strong urge to go back to the cave and sew himself a set of clothes.

This method of dressing, which involves simply wrapping the animal skin around the body and tying it with tough grass, is extremely uncomfortable.

The two braved the cold and walked on the snow, taking one step deep and one step shallow, all the way to the stream.

As soon as he reached the creek, Bo regretted his decision. He should not have listened to the guy and followed him out. Where was the fish?

Lame is the name Han Chengmomo gave to the lame primitive man. It is inconvenient to call him without a name.