“Huh~!”

“Huh~!”

Han Cheng finally escaped the fate of becoming food for primitive people. After making sure that his senior brothers had really left, he took deep breaths of the air and felt that the world was so beautiful.

However, his good mood did not last long. When the sun set and the sky dimmed, Han Cheng, who was really standing like a tree, discovered a serious problem.

He is hungry!

Yes, I’m really hungry!

When he came to his senses from the bizarre thing that had happened to him, he realized how hungry he was.

The kind that sticks from chest to back!

However, what made him feel extremely helpless and desperate was that he still couldn't move!

When I was a kid watching TV dramas, I always thought that the thief Bai Zhantang's "Sunflower Finger-Pointing Hand" was particularly cool.

Especially the part where Li Dazui was acupunctured, had two small red flags inserted in his hands, and was moved to the door to be used as a sculpture. Han Cheng couldn't help laughing and was extremely envious at the same time.

Unexpectedly, I now experience that feeling.

Damn it!

I shouldn't have touched that rough mural!

After thinking for such a long time, Han Cheng finally figured out why he came here through time.

The culprit is the crude mural carved on the stone wall!

While walking in the desert, he came across a barren mountain. On the stone wall, there were some crude and simple pictures carved.

It is the kind of pattern that you can tell at first glance was created by primitive people.

Then Han Cheng, who thought he had discovered something incredible, lay there and pressed his hands on the mural to look at it, and then he came here...

Damn it, since I’ve brought myself here, I might as well bring my backpack here as well!

There were also five or six potatoes, seven or eight boiled eggs, and several packs of compressed biscuits and instant noodles...

"Gululu!"

Han Cheng's eighteenth attempt to divert his attention and stop thinking about hunger failed again.

He found that no matter what he thought about at this moment, it would eventually be about food.

Even the smell of barbecue emanating from one's body would make one salivate.

If he couldn't move right now, Han Cheng really wanted to take a bite of himself to satisfy his craving.

"hiss!"

"roar!"

A long and low roar came from far away in the darkness, carrying with it a sense of ancient desolation.

Regardless of what is making this roar, just this deep and powerful sound is enough to make people understand that the owner of the sound is not to be trifled with.

Han Cheng shuddered, and his dizzy head immediately cleared up! He no longer had time to think about his stomach.

It was not until now that he suddenly realized a serious problem!

Now is the primitive age!

There were countless ferocious beasts in the ancient times, and the humans who later dominated the world were still struggling to survive in the cracks, trying to transform themselves, and making a difficult counterattack from the losers.

The nights in primitive times were destined to be unsafe!

Especially his presence that constantly exudes the aroma of barbecue, he is simply a roasted chicken that is extremely delicious and constantly waving to diners.

He was constantly looking for ferocious beasts to come towards him.

"roar!"

“Ouch!”

In the primitive era, the night was a paradise for wild beasts.

In the quiet night, the occasional roars of beasts, near or far, made Han Cheng's hair stand on end.

Especially when he heard some noise coming from the surrounding woods, and saw several green balls of light in the woods not far away in the moonlight, his heart was in his throat.

He had encountered wolves in the wild at night and knew that these light balls were the eyes of wild beasts!

And judging from the size of the light ball, these guys squatting not far from him are much bigger than wolves!

Han Cheng's heart was filled with bitterness and his heart was beating like a drum.

What the hell, he just escaped from the primitive people, and now he is facing the threat of becoming the feces of the primitive beasts. Who did he offend?

As expected, a person's luck is very important. Although they are both time travelers, others are all awesome, but my luck as a time traveler is extremely bad...

Is this because I didn’t check the almanac when I traveled through time?

Han Cheng's heart almost jumped out of his throat, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

I don’t know if they think that this alien species is not tasty, or if the barbecue mixed with the smell of burnt meat does not suit the taste of these ancient bosses.

These ferocious beasts, whose true appearance could not be seen, wandered in the woods around Han Cheng for a while, let out a few low roars, and finally left without coming over to eat Han Cheng.

Han Cheng, who had avoided becoming food for the wild beast, felt like he was about to collapse.

This is only the first day that I have come to this world, and I have experienced so many excitements. I don’t know how many surprises and terrifying things are waiting for me in the future.

Han Cheng thought so, and then couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself, because he found that he was overthinking.

In his current state, even if he didn't become food, he could probably only survive for three days at most.

He stood there straight, looking at the forest shrouded in moonlight with a desolate atmosphere, a helpless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Rustle…”

There was a sound again in the surrounding woods. Han Cheng, who had heard such noises many times, remained calm and was too lazy to even open his eyes.

Ever since a flat-haired beast that flew from nowhere stood on his head for half a day and, before leaving, did not forget to poop on his nose and humiliate him wantonly, he has lost the desire to live.

Rather than dying in agony without any dignity, it is better to die quickly.

The sound came from far away, as if it was coming towards me.

Damn it! Finally a beast dared to enter the circle of ashes and eat me!

Han Cheng was not afraid but happy, and looked forward to the wild beast coming and eating him.

At the same time, he was wondering where the beast would attack.

It is best to bite your own neck first, so that you will suffer less pain.

“Pah.”

“Pah, pah, pah.”

Some strange sounds and touch came from the face covered with charred shells.

Han Cheng, who was waiting to die, was furious. Damn it! This is really outrageous and too much!

If you want to eat it, eat it. If you don’t want to eat it, stop wasting time. What’s the matter with you slapping me a few times before you bite it?

He opened his eyes angrily, ready to see what kind of beast it was that was so perverted!

However, the scene before him was completely beyond his expectations.

The one standing before him was not some ferocious beast, but a primitive man with gray hair and an old face.

He was obviously startled by Han Cheng's sudden opening of his eyes, and the hand that he raised to slap Han Cheng in the face again stopped in mid-air.

A look of fear flashed across his somewhat cloudy eyes, but then it turned into deep doubt.

The hand he raised stayed in the air for a while, and then fell on his face again under Han Cheng's angry gaze.

But it wasn't a pat, it was a caress.

Caress his mouth, nose and more.

Han Cheng became even angrier, not only because he was molested by this old primitive man, but what made him even more infuriating was that this old bastard smeared half of his face with the bird shit on his nose!

He tried to glare to express his anger.

At this moment, he has already given up and is no longer afraid of being exposed.

However, the old primitive man did not stop because of his anger. Instead, he touched him more vigorously. After touching his face, he bent down and touched all the way down...

As the old primitive man squatted down, Han Cheng finally saw the scenery in other places.

It turns out that behind the old primitive people, there were some other primitive people.

Look at the sexy tiger-skin skirt, then look at the fat guy next to her drooling at her, and the bone necklace that contrasts with the black face. Who else could this be but the senior brothers who left yesterday?

It turned out that their departure yesterday was only temporary. Leaving was not their purpose, but their real intention was to go back and invite the master over.

But this master was a little too frivolous. As soon as they met, he touched my entire body clean.

But I am a man!

Han Cheng wailed in his heart. Although his entire body, except for a few important parts on his head, was not spared by the black burnt shells and he had no feeling, he still couldn't help shivering when he saw the old primitive man's hands constantly groping his body.

Fortunately, the old primitive man stopped touching for a short time, then stood up and said something to the senior brothers behind him that Han Cheng could not understand.

It can be seen that these primitive people respect this old primitive man very much, including the leader's eldest brother, who all treat him with great respect.

These people were chattering and gesticulating, but no one knew what they were saying.

Just by looking at his second senior brother who was drooling more and more as he looked at him, Han Cheng knew that it was probably not a good thing.

Could it be that these people are just like the monsters in Journey to the West, discussing whether or not to fry themselves in sesame oil and eat them?

Their conversation didn't last long before it stopped.

Then the old primitive man looked up at the sky for a while, then looked at the big circle of ash and the hoof prints left by some wild beasts around the circle of ash. Suddenly, he put his hands in front of him and made a strange gesture towards Han Cheng, mumbling something in his mouth.

From their series of conversations, which were accompanied by gestures, Han Cheng was able to see some clues.

He felt that these people seemed to be telling the old primitive man about their origins.

But the old primitive man's series of actions and spell-like movements made him a little confused.

Could it be that he thinks he is a heretic and wants to sacrifice himself to the gods?

Who cares? Why bother with so much at this point? Let's see what the master and his disciples can do!

Han Cheng is now a typical dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water.

The old primitive man stopped talking and pointed at himself. Several fellow disciples came up with stones and sticks in their hands...