Looking at the Son of God drooling at the pheasant, Tietou felt that his tribe could eat chicken at noon today.

This pheasant had a rather aggressive personality. It wouldn't behave itself even when he held it in his hand. It would flap its wings from time to time and sometimes tilt its head as if waiting for an opportunity to peck at Tietou, but Tietou dodged it every time.

He was annoyed by its fluttering and wanted to kill it since he had to eat it at noon anyway.

“Ouch!”

Tietou suddenly let out a scream, covered his crotch with one hand, and jumped on the ground with his back hunched.

It was not that he was discovered intending to kill the chicken, and Han Shenzi, who was fantasizing about eating eggs, was furious and used the widely circulated trick of monkey stealing peaches on him, but that the opening of his leather skirt had somehow turned to the front, revealing something like a soybean worm.

The pheasant sensed the killing intent and decided to die together with this special chicken. When the opportunity arose, it took a bite like a chicken pecking at a bug...

"Stop, stop. Don't kill it!"

Seeing this sudden scene, Han Shenzi, who had just woken up from the egg, was stunned at first, and then he couldn't help laughing.

Seeing that the angry Tietou was enduring the pain and wanted to kill the pheasant that liked to eat bean worms, he quickly spoke up to stop him.

Now that the Son of God had spoken, Tietou naturally had no way to avenge his brother. Seeing this guy tilting his head and looking at him again, he quickly stretched out his arms to keep it away from him.

Ruhua pulled her leather skirt aside, made sure nothing was exposed, and took the wild chicken that bullied her spouse from Tietou.

Seeing this guy tilting his head to look at Ruhua's short skirt, Han Cheng almost couldn't hold back his laughter again...

At Han Cheng's signal, Ruhua grabbed the base of the wings of this ferocious pheasant, bent its head back, and circled it with her thumb. This way, the guy who always wanted to use dirty tricks could no longer do anything.

Of course, he specifically asked Ruhua not to press too hard to prevent the pheasant from suffocating to death.

A group of people from the Qingque tribe walked towards the tribe with joy of harvest.

Of course, among these happy people, Tietou, who has a strange walking posture, should be excluded.

Han Cheng took a look at Tietou's injuries and found that only the outer skin was injured. The key parts inside were well protected. It would heal in a few days and there was nothing serious.

But he has to take a break these few days...

The eldest brother, who was laying tiles on the roof, couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the people coming back.

In each of Wu's hands, he held a fat rabbit with its legs tied, Ruhua held a pheasant in her hand, and the other person had a fox on his shoulder.

In the past, the eldest brother often took people in the tribe out hunting. A group of people would work all day, but often the amount of prey they caught was not as much as this!

Now, the Son of God and his companions had only been out for less than a morning, but they had brought back so many prey. Moreover, among the ten people, there were two people, the young Son of God and the old witch, who were unable to hunt.

This... is truly a miracle!

As he was thinking this excitedly, he remembered that God had taken people out with a rope yesterday, and he became a little confused.

Didn't the Son of God say he was going to catch rabbits? How come he also caught pheasants and foxes?

"Click"

A noise was heard, and the excited eldest brother dropped the tile in his hand, came to the edge of the roof, and jumped down without even stepping on the shelf.

"Son of God. Wu"

He came to Han Cheng and Wu and asked anxiously, eager to know what was going on.

When the workers saw that the eldest brother, who was their leader, had stopped working, they all put down their tools and gathered here to share the joy of the harvest.

Among them, apart from the eldest brother, Shang, the leader of the original pig tribe, stood closest to the front.

Having suffered a severe blow because of food, he has always been very concerned about food. Now that he sees the Son of God and others bringing back so many prey in a short time, he naturally wants to know how they did it.

"Son of God!"

"Son of God!"

After the witch told everyone about this miraculous event and raised the rope and the rabbit high up, everyone in the tribe burst into thunderous cheers again.

The rope, which is very common in the tribe, can be slightly modified and left in the wild overnight to catch a lot of prey. It is really a miracle!

At the suggestion of the witch, who was so happy that he was staggering when walking, all activities of the Qingque tribe were temporarily stopped. He wanted to lead the tribesmen to hold a sacrifice and dedicate these to the gods, as well as to thank the gods for their kindness to the Qingque tribe.

The flames burned fiercely and the heat was overwhelming.

It was of course hot to roast a fire in the hot summer, and Han Cheng, who was standing on the edge of the totem pole, was already sweating all over his forehead.

Before the sacrifice began, Han Cheng told the witch that he wanted to cancel the fire, but the witch shook his head and refused, saying that this was passed down from the previous witch and that fire was required for sacrifice.

Han Cheng thought about it and felt that without the backdrop of flames, the mystery and ritual sense of the sacrifice would be reduced by almost half, so he said no more.

Hence the current sweating.

Han Cheng could also understand the need for fire as a companion during sacrifices.

After all, the emergence of fire saved mankind from the era of eating raw meat and drinking blood, and it is an extremely important part of the history of human evolution.

In this era of widespread nature worship, it is normal for people to both fear and worship fire.

Every time when the sacrifice was to be performed, the witch's physical fitness would become extremely good. Han Cheng was sweating all over just standing here and felt very tired.

The witch, however, was wearing a feather crown and holding a bone staff, jumping and dancing, looking very energetic, without any sign of old age.

It looks like living another ten years won't be a problem.

"God!"

The witch finally stopped his dance and came to the totem pole where hares, pheasants, foxes, and rabbit traps were placed. He bowed respectfully to the totem pole and praised the gods. Then he bowed to Han Cheng and praised the Son of God. Other people in the tribe followed suit.

The pheasants and rabbits placed here as sacrifices looked at this solemn scene in horror...

What frightened the ferocious pheasant was yet to come. After coming down from the altar alive, the leading, ferocious little monkey held a burning stick in one hand and pulled his own wings with the other hand to burn them with fire.

In panic, the fierce pheasant wanted to attack the little monkey's bugs, but after tilting its head and looking for a long time, it couldn't find any...

Han Cheng, who was so focused on burning the feathers on the pheasant's wings, didn't know that his leather pants that were airtight had unknowingly protected him once again...