Chapter 1: The Terrifying Primitive Jungle
Another world, primitive continent, Southern Wilderness Mountains.
"Xuan, hold on, we'll be able to escape soon."
While Jiang Xuan was dazed, he heard the voice of a young girl. He opened his eyes with great effort and saw a primeval forest with towering ancient trees and old vines.
Jiang Xuan found himself lying on the girl's back. She was running fast, making him, who was already drowsy, feel very uncomfortable.
At the same time, he continued to feel a stinging pain in his chest, and it was obviously bleeding. He must have been seriously injured. Jiang Xuan closed his eyes in a daze.
After an unknown amount of time, the panting girl finally stopped and put him under a big tree.
"Xuan, open your eyes and look at me. Don't scare your sister."
Hearing the girl's call in his ears, Jiang Xuan opened his eyes again with difficulty and saw a girl wearing animal skins and with a panicked expression.
Where is this? Who are you? Jiang Xuan wanted to ask, but he found that he had no strength to speak.
"Wait here for a moment. I'll go find some herbs to stop your bleeding."
The girl ran away in a hurry, leaving Jiang Xuan lying on the ground unable to move, looking at this strange world and smelling the strange smell mixed with grass and blood.
What happened? Jiang Xuan clearly remembered that he just took a nap while working overtime late at night, so how did he end up here? Was it a dream? Suddenly, he felt dizzy and his mind was filled with a lot of information.
It took him a while to recover and digest this information.
First of all, he traveled through time and space, and traveled to an extremely dangerous primitive world.
His original identity was a twelve-year-old boy named "Xuan", a member of a small primitive tribe. The girl was his sister, one year older than him, and her name was Chishao.
Primitive people didn’t care much about naming, they just named whatever they thought of.
In the tribe, "Xuan" represents red and black colors, and also represents rope, because this word looks like a woven rope.
Red Peony Root is just the name of the herb and has no other meaning.
Secondly, their tribe had just been attacked by a hostile tribe, and their parents risked their lives to protect Chishao and Xuan from escaping.
During the battle, Xuan was stabbed by the enemy, and Chishao carried him on his back and fled.
In fact, when Xuan was halfway through the run, he died due to his serious injuries. Coincidentally, Jiang Xuan came over at this time and took over everything from him.
The mysterious power of time travel temporarily saved his life, but if the bleeding could not be stopped or the wound became seriously infected, he would still die.
Jiang Xuan was no longer able to complain about this miserable situation. The most important thing right now was how to save his own life.
“Rustle…”
At this moment, Jiang Xuan suddenly heard a continuous sound. He turned his head, his face froze, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes.
He saw a giant centipede more than half a meter long, which seemed to smell the blood and was crawling towards him quickly.
This centipede was red all over and was many times larger than any centipede he had seen before. It had an armor-like body, cold eyes, sharp mouthparts, and hooked legs, which made one's scalp tingle just by looking at it.
It’s over, it’s over. Am I going to die here right after crossing over? Jiang Xuan watched the hideous centipede crawling closer and closer. Its venomous palatine teeth kept opening and closing. As long as it got close, the sharp palatine teeth would be able to directly pierce into Jiang Xuan’s body and inject venom. Jiang Xuan would definitely die! “No… No…”
Jiang Xuan felt that the blood in his body was about to solidify. He made a weak sound from his mouth, but he was unable to stop the centipede that was more than half a meter long from approaching.
Just when Jiang Xuan fell into despair, suddenly, a short spear flew over with a "whoosh", pierced through the centipede's back, and nailed it firmly to the ground.
At this time, the giant centipede was less than 30 centimeters away from Jiang Xuan. If the short spear was a little slower, he would be dead.
"Xuan, are you okay?"
Chishao ran over in a hurry, holding a handful of herbs in his hand.
She walked to the centipede that was pinned by the short spear, and regardless of its twisting body, she accurately stepped on the centipede's head, then pulled out a sharp stone knife from her waist and cut off the head of the big centipede with one stroke.
"call……"
Jiang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, finally managing to save his life temporarily. He was really scared to death just now.
The centipede's body was still twisting slightly, but it could no longer sting people.
Jiang Xuan looked at Chishao with gratitude, thanking his sister for saving his life.
"I'll apply medicine on you first."
Chishao put the herbs into his mouth and chewed them quickly.
After the herbs were completely chewed, she untied Jiang Xuan's animal skin coat and applied the chewed herbs on his wounds.
Strangely enough, after applying these herbs, Jiang Xuan's wound felt a cool sensation and the bleeding rate obviously slowed down.
Chishao opened the animal skin bag hanging around his waist and took out a white spider web that looked like cotton cloth from it, and used the herbs together to seal the wound, and then helped him put on the animal skin clothes.
"It's not safe here. Sister will take you to a safe place."
After Chishao treated Jiang Xuan's wound, he put the centipede with its head chopped off into an animal hide bag, then carried Jiang Xuan on his back and continued on his way.
On the way, Jiang Xuan saw many terrifying animals and plants.
For example, there are spiders as big as washbasins, scorpions as big as watermelons, praying mantises that can chop off branches as thick as arms, and so on...
Even plants are not easy to deal with.
Jiang Xuan saw with his own eyes that when a bird approached a bright flower, the petals with barbs instantly closed, turning the bird into fertilizer.
If he was watching a documentary, Jiang Xuan would definitely find these animals and plants very interesting, but when he was there in person, all he felt was fear.
The primeval forests in this world are extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you may lose your life.
Chishao's physical strength was beyond Jiang Xuan's imagination.
He walked for three or four hours carrying him on his back, and had to avoid various dangers during the walk, but Chishao did not slow down and his breathing was steady.
It was not until the evening that Chishao found a cave and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The cave was not deep and there was a lot of dry firewood inside. There were some ashes and charcoal on the ground. It was obvious that someone had made a fire here before.
There was a pile of hay on the ground. Chishao first turned over the hay and checked it carefully. There were no poisonous insects hidden there. Then he spread it out and let Jiang Xuan lie on it.
"It's getting dark, and I'm angry."
Chishao found a relatively hard wooden stick and a relatively soft piece of firewood with a groove in the middle from the pile of dry firewood.
She sharpened one end of the stick with a stone knife, then placed it in the groove of the firewood and rubbed it quickly.
Jiang Xuan had watched many outdoor survival programs in his previous life. He knew that this was called the fire plow method, which relied on friction to generate heat, create a spark, and then ignite the fire.
While rubbing, Chishao explained to Jiang Xuan: "I used to go hunting with the hunting team. If I couldn't get back at night, I would stay here for a night. There are several places like this."
“Crack, crack, crack…”
Under the friction of the red peony root, many tiny wood chips were rubbed out from the grooves of the firewood, and the end of the wooden stick became charred black.
A thin wisp of smoke rose up. Chishao put down the stick, picked up the piece of firewood with both hands, and blew gently into it.
A spark burned quickly, igniting the fine wood chips and forming a fire.
Chishao grabbed a few handfuls of dry moss, rolled them into a large ball, then used a stone knife to pick up the fire and put it into the dry moss, and blew air into it slowly.
A lot of thick smoke came out of the moss, and then suddenly a flame jumped out.
Chishao quickly placed the burning moss on the ground, and then added small dead branches on top. After the small dead branches were ignited, he added larger dead branches.
Soon, a fire started up and lit up the cave.
Chishao went outside the cave and found a fresh branch. He used a stone knife to cut off the fork and the outer skin. Then he returned to the cave, poured the half-meter-long centipede out of the animal skin bag, skewered the whole thing with the branch, and roasted it next to the fire.
Centipedes are poisonous when they are alive, but when they are roasted, they become non-toxic food and can be eaten.
The centipede's shell made a crackling sound, and the meat inside soon gave off a fragrant aroma under the high temperature roasting.
After the centipede was roasted, Chishao peeled off the shell, tore off the centipede meat, and handed it to Jiang Xuan: "Eat it, eat more, the wound will heal faster."
Jiang Xuan was injured and hadn't eaten for a long time, so he was already very hungry. Now he smelled the aroma of meat and didn't care whether it was a centipede or something else, he just opened his mouth and started eating.
After eating half a centipede, Jiang Xuan felt like he was alive again.
"You...you eat too..." Jiang Xuan spoke with difficulty, speaking the language of the tribesmen.
Chishao smiled and nodded, and ate the remaining centipede meat. She had to maintain sufficient physical strength so that she could better protect Jiang Xuan.
After eating the centipede meat, Chishao fed Jiang Xuan some water, changed the medicine, and then found a lot of thick dead trees to block the entrance of the cave to prevent any wild beasts from breaking in in the middle of the night.
After everything was done, Chishao sat next to the fire, Jiang Xuan lay on the haystack, and the firewood was burning with a crackling sound.
When you are busy, you don’t have time to think too much.
Now that I have some free time, my mood has suddenly become better.
Chishao looked at the dancing flames and whispered, "The tribe is gone, what are we going to do in the future..."
Jiang Xuan said with difficulty: "At worst, we can rebuild a tribe."
Chishao smiled but didn't say anything.
In this dangerous primeval forest, how could it be so easy for the two of them to establish a tribe? ...
Warm reminder: This book is a fantasy novel of the original genre. Many parts may be different from the history of the Earth. Please be tolerant if you are a rigorous reader.
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