Han Cheng, who was covered with a thick layer of fur, woke up from the cold in the middle of the night. He wanted to heat the kang or add another layer of fur, but he could not resist the sleepiness and coldness. He curled up in the quilt, struggling mentally.

After struggling for a long time, he finally couldn't stand the cold. He gritted his teeth and crawled out of the quilt, pulled over his simple clothes, and put them on quickly with a "squeaky" sound. Then he groped his way to the window and lifted up a piece of animal skin that was used as a curtain. Faint light came in, and the room was brighter than before.

Han Cheng gathered the light and fumbled to take out the hand drill for making fire that he had made some time ago, as well as tinder. After fumbling for a while, he finally started a fire.

Then he lit a bigger fire, took the dry firewood piled in the corner and started to burn the kang. He also squatted at the entrance of the kang and used the firelight to keep warm.

I cursed the damn weather in my heart.

It wasn’t that cold when I was sleeping at night, so why is the temperature dropping so much now?

Fu Jiang also came out from his doghouse beside the kang, squatted on the ground, supported himself with his front legs, and watched the fire with Han Cheng.

After burning for a while, Han Cheng reached out and touched it. It felt warm and very comfortable.

He added more firewood into the pot and piled it there. He then blocked the fire mouth with a few bricks, leaving a small hole. Seeing that the fire was not out, he jumped onto the kang and got into the bed impatiently.

Broken firewood is not easy to start a flame and burns slowly. Blocking the kang mouth is to reduce air circulation and prolong the burning time of firewood.

There will be no situation where the kang becomes cold while you are sleeping and you are woken up by the cold, or the fire under the kang is always burning and you are too hot to sleep.

Lying in the quilt, with the hot kang underneath him, the whole quilt was cozy. Han Cheng felt so comfortable that he wanted to roll over and couldn't help singing praises for the wisdom of his ancestors.

The kang was warm, and people tended to feel sleepy. Han Cheng yawned loudly, moved his body, and prepared to have a good sleep. When he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly thought of the witch who was left alone in the cave.

On such a cold night, he was woken up by the cold. How could an elderly man like him endure it in there?

Thinking of this, Han Cheng suddenly lost all sleepiness. He got up from the bed, quickly put on animal skin clothes, and put on a cloak made of old sheepskin on the outside. He took the "oil lamp" from the adobe platform not far away, opened the mouth of the earthen kang, took out a small burning branch to light the oil lamp, blocked the mouth of the earthen kang, then took the oil lamp to the outer room, opened the door and walked out of the house.

The moment he walked out of the house, he was surrounded by cold air. Han Cheng shivered and shrank his neck, using his other hand to protect the lamp to prevent the oil lamp, which had a small flame, from being blown out due to walking too fast.

Junior Brother Sha, who was wrapped in fur and moving around in a small area on the west wall, turned around inadvertently and saw this scene. He exclaimed, looking a little surprised.

Because he was far away and it was dark, he could only see some fire and an outline and could not recognize that it was Han Cheng.

"who!"

Junior Brother Sha grasped the spear with his gloved hand and shouted.

Han Cheng was also startled by Junior Brother Sha's sudden shout.

Then he reacted and said, "Me!"

"Woo, woo..." Fu Jiang also called out.

Junior Brother Sha recognized Han Cheng's voice and stopped asking questions. He was just a little puzzled as to why the Son of God was not sleeping in the middle of the night and was running to the cave with a lamp in his hand.

Han Cheng walked into the cave holding a lamp. The cave was extremely dark. As all the people had moved away, the outer entrance of the cave was no longer blocked. Only the inner cave where the witch lived was blocked with a raft covered with leather at night.

This is also because the cave, which used to be relatively warm, is now as cold as the outside.

This cave is cool to live in during the summer, but it’s really a torture in the winter. We must make the witch move out of here!

Han Cheng thought to himself as he walked.

Before reaching the inner cave, Han Cheng suddenly stopped and pretended to listen attentively.

In the quiet night, intermittent groaning sounds could be heard from time to time. Listening to the sound, it was found that the source of the sound was the inner cave where the witch lived alone.

After listening for a while, Han Cheng's expression suddenly became strange.

Wu, is this an old man who is reminiscent of his youth, relying on self-entertainment to pass the sleepless night, or is it that there is a primitive woman in the tribe...

Thinking of this, Han Cheng's expression became even more strange, and then he showed a look of understanding.

No wonder when we asked Wu to move out of the inner cave and live in the new house, he refused no matter what we said. It turned out that this was the root cause.

Han Cheng smiled like a fox that had stolen a chicken.

I can’t believe it, I can’t believe that Wu has such a side to him!

Han Cheng had a curious look on his face. After thinking for a while, he put down the oil lamp in his hand and quietly walked towards the inner cave, wanting to hear more clearly.

As they got closer, the sound became much clearer. After listening for a while, Han Cheng was sure that there was only one witch in the inner cave.

only……

He became confused. Shouldn't this kind of thing be a happy thing? Why did the witch's voice sound a little painful?

Could it be that I was thinking wrongly?

He thought about this and wanted to push the raft in, but he was afraid that the witch was really doing something unacceptable and that he would be frightened by this and never be happy again. This would be a great sin.

After thinking for a while, he stepped back, picked up the oil lamp on the ground, coughed a few times as if his throat was uncomfortable, waited for a while, and then walked into the inner cave.

When walking, I deliberately stepped heavily and walked slowly.

When he arrived at the inner cave and listened, the groaning sound was still there. Han Cheng's heart sank and he felt that something bad had happened.

He quickly asked, "Witch?"

Then free up one hand to push the raft.

"God...Son of God?"

The groan that seemed somewhat painful stopped for a while, and the witch's trembling voice was heard.

The sound stopped, but she couldn't help but moan again.

Han Cheng had already entered the inner cave by now. The dot-like lights dispelled the darkness of the inner cave, revealing the feather crown and bone staff, as well as numerous pottery plates, and a witch curled up on the bed covered with animal skins.

Wu's face was pale, with sweat on it and a look of pain on it.

He saw Han Cheng come in and wanted to sit up, but he couldn't because he was in too much pain.

When Han Cheng saw Wu's appearance, he was shocked. He didn't know how such a good person could suddenly become like this.

He put the oil lamp aside and asked the witch what was going on.

Wu curled up and said in pain: "Legs..."

Han Cheng pulled away the fur covering Wu's body, only to see that Wu's hands were tightly holding his left leg.

His left leg was curled up, his toes were spread out unnaturally, and there was a noticeable lump on his calf!