“Rustle…”
The rustling sound became louder and louder, and the branches and leaves swayed more and more violently. As Han Cheng waited eagerly and curiously, his benefactor finally appeared.
"hiss!"
Even though his throat was so sore that he couldn't make a sound, Han Cheng couldn't help but take a deep breath!
Because his 'noble person' is so expensive that it's a bit scary!
The dense, somewhat scorched leaves were carefully pulled aside, and a head with messy long hair and a few colorful bird feathers stuck in the hair poked out.
The high brow bones, the overly full forehead, the somewhat straight nose, and the wide mouth with the corners drooping slightly left Han Cheng stunned!
He looked at the alert head ten meters away, and a picture from his memory suddenly appeared and overlapped with the face in front of him.
That is the restored half-length portrait of the Zhoukoudian Man in Beijing printed on the first chapter of the first volume of the junior high school history textbook on the origin of mankind!
Han Cheng's eyes almost popped out of his head, his gaze was dull, and a feeling more complicated than seeing a ghost surged into his heart, making him feel dizzy.
"Whoosh!"
After he took a breath of cold air, his curious head immediately retracted and he hid behind the leaves to secretly look at the strange thing in the ashes.
After a while, the head poked out from behind the branches again, looked at Han Cheng a few times, and seeing that nothing special happened, it plucked up its courage and walked out from between the branches.
Behind him, several people who looked somewhat similar walked out one after another, looking at the big circle of ash and the charcoal-like existence in the circle with vigilance and confusion.
Han Cheng's eyes still did not retract. He looked at these people who were obviously dressed like primitive people, and a thousand alpacas were running wildly in his heart.
This seriously doesn't comply with the basic law of time travel!
Why is it that other people have all kinds of good things happen to them when they travel through time, but it turns out to be like this for me?
It wouldn't matter if he became a vegetable, but what the hell is the point of creating some primitive people?
Let yourself experience prehistoric civilization?
At this moment, Han Cheng wanted to die.
Especially after seeing the appearance and attire of these primitive people, he was extremely speechless and helpless.
The leader looked lean and strong, with his upper body bare and a piece of tiger skin around his waist, like a short skirt.
In his hand he held a stick as thick as a baby's arm, polished to a smooth shine.
The stick was more than one meter tall, and both ends were ground into spikes.
The man following behind him looked broad and fat, especially his belly, which was bulging high like the pot belly commonly seen among modern people.
He was obviously just a primitive man, but he ate so much that he was so fat. This made Han Cheng wonder, when did the life of primitive people become so good?
The other man walking side by side with him had an unusually dark face, a sturdy build, a messy beard, and a string of skulls of unknown animals hanging around his neck.
Perhaps because they have been hung for different lengths of time, some of the skulls are white, some are yellow, and the colors vary in depth.
Behind the two of them there were five or six similar people with different expressions, holding sticks and stones in their hands, walking towards them cautiously.
this……
Are you sure that the person you met was a primitive man and not the eldest brother, the second brother and the younger brother Sha?
Looking at the people who were approaching him, Han Cheng was amazed and wailing silently in his heart.
The three senior brothers didn't care what Han Cheng was thinking, and they brought six officers from various departments and kept approaching Han Cheng.
Looking at the wooden sticks and stones in their hands, ready to be used at any time, Han Cheng, who was in a vegetative state, could only stare blankly.
Otherwise, it would be so unfair if they mistake me for a monster and kill me!
Seeing that the strange thing in front of them was motionless, like a dead object, and seemed to pose no danger, they gradually gained courage.
The eldest brother who was walking in the front wearing a tiger skin skirt straightened his back, raised the stick in one hand and pointed it at Han Cheng, with his mouth wide open.
"Monster! Take this stick from me!"
Han Cheng, who had watched the 1986 version of "Journey to the West" many times, had automatically dubbed the voice for the eldest brother in his mind when he saw this familiar scene.
However, what greeted him was...
“#￥￥%62#￥!2$#”
The eldest senior brother looked at Han Cheng with a serious face and said a series of words, which left Han Cheng stunned.
Han Cheng, whose eyes were already sore from staring, tried hard to maintain this posture, looking at the scene in front of him that he had never imagined in his dreams.
“￥5#67*+!$#~%”
Seeing that the monster in front of him did not move or react at all despite his scolding, the eldest brother raised his voice and his expression became ferocious.
He pretended to drop the stick in his hand.
In order to avoid being beaten to death as a monster, Han Cheng used great willpower to stop his eyes from moving and ignored the blow from his senior brother.
The stick was stopped halfway and did not actually fall.
Perhaps this confirmed that Han Cheng was just a non-threatening and lifeless thing. After two rounds of questioning and intimidation, the eldest brother's expression became noticeably relaxed.
He turned around and said something to the people behind him, and they all relaxed their vigilance.
Han Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that he had passed this dangerous hurdle.
However, the good times did not last long.
While the eldest brother was walking away with a stick to check somewhere else, the pot-bellied second brother started sniffing.
Looking at his second senior brother who was sniffing more and more and leaning towards him, with his eyes becoming brighter and brighter and a crystal clear line flowing out from the corner of his mouth, Han Cheng's heart suddenly lifted up again.
He had forgotten that his whole body was now emitting the aroma of barbecue.
In this era when even fire is not used, for a primitive man who loves food, such a temptation is indeed irresistible.
Han Cheng can understand the feelings of a foodie, but he absolutely cannot tolerate himself becoming their food.
But now, except for my eyeballs, I can't move anything else! I can only stay here motionless, becoming human meat that can be slaughtered by others!
“Bang!”
Seeing the second brother getting closer and closer to him, drooling, his face almost touching his face, opening his mouth to show his yellow teeth as if he wanted to take a bite of his charred face, Han Cheng didn't care about much else. In order not to become food for the primitive man, he was ready to retract his eyeballs and move them around at all costs to scare away this damn foodie!
At this moment, a crisp voice was heard, and the face that was about to touch his face trembled suddenly, and then moved away from him.
“￥#%@$!%”
But the eldest senior brother, who was wearing a sexy tiger skin skirt, came over at some point, grabbed the second senior brother's ear and pulled him back with one hand, while scolding him with a very serious expression.
The second brother, who looked quite strong, was quite afraid of the eldest brother and did not dare to resist at all.
The eight or nine primitive men searched here for a while but found nothing new. When Han Cheng's eyes were sore and tears were streaming, these people finally left.
This made Han Cheng, who was suffering and worried about becoming food for primitive people, burst into tears.
It was just that the second brother looked back with deep affection as he left, drooling, and made him shiver...