My Skills Are Not Serious

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"Papa"

Chen Fang clapped his palms and looked at the dozen or so indigenous indigenous people who had been planted into the ground one by one on his head and feet with disdain.

"It's five big and three thick, but I didn't expect it to be just a look."

When he was just besieged by the aboriginals of these mighty relics, to be honest, Chen Fang was quite nervous, but after fighting, Chen Fang discovered that these relics were aboriginal, except for their greater strength. A little higher than the Novice Awakener, it doesn't have any elemental power, and it's so easy to fight to death.

For these indigenous people, Chen Fang didn't kill him. He just injured and fainted. He did this deliberately in order to wait for them to wake up and see if he could follow them to their settlement.

Chen Fang was very curious about how these savages, who wore animal skins and made stone tools, obviously had a certain IQ, and were different from the indigenous savages who depended on instinctive actions in other ruins.

So he found a place to hide, and waited for the natives who had been knocked out by him to wake up.

After about ten minutes, the natives who were planted by Chen Fang into the soil woke up one by one. After pulling themselves out of the ground, they first looked around with a dumbfounded look, and then chatted with their companions. After roaring and communicating for a while, under the leadership of the tallest and sturdy native, the Griffin with its stone spear pierced all over its body was carried and left in one direction.

After they left, Chen Fang came out of the hiding place and hung far behind the ruined natives, following them to see what happened.

During the following period, Chen Fang also paid close attention to the surrounding environment, looking for reference objects, so as not to look back at the peak pillar where the Griffin Cave was located and unable to return.

During this process, Chen Fang discovered that the large and small peak pillars on this grassland were unusual. In addition to the ordinary gray rocky peak pillars, some peak pillars were made of other minerals.

For example, the salt stone peak column with snow-white crystal structure, the yellow-brown surface mottled peak column with rich copper content, the gold ore column with glittering golden light under the light and so on.

Looking at the various mineral-rich peaks, Chen Fang was salivating.

These are all drops.

If it weren't for the remains of the natives, Chen Fang couldn't help holding a peak pillar and never let go.

"Business matters are important. Anyway, things will not run if they are placed here. Let's first learn about this ruin."

Chen Fang wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth and continued to follow the ruins in front of the natives.

After walking for about seven or eight kilometers, the ruins natives in front suddenly roared with joy, and then quickly ran towards a peak pillar in front, and when they reached the peak poles, the ruins natives followed the edges to the back.

Chen Fang hurriedly followed and turned the peak column, and then he saw a Pingdingshan tens of meters above the ground 100 meters away.

This Pingding Mountain is formed by the root of a broken peak column ten meters above the ground, and the upper part is lying next to Pingding Mountain.

At this moment, a wisp of white smoke can be seen on Pingding Mountain, and the tribesmen standing on the edge and laying down grass ropes to meet the indigenous people who have returned from hunting.

After hanging the corpse of the griffon, the grass ropes were put down again to allow the indigenous people in the ruins below to climb up.

After all the natives of the ruins went up, Chen Fang did not go there, but climbed up the peak pillar beside him, and at a suitable height, observed the Pingding Mountain a hundred meters away.

I saw a house with more than a dozen stone walls built on top of animal skins. Nearly a hundred indigenous people were walking around. Surrounded by the house was a stone cauldron. Below, there was no wood but a flame was burning out of thin air. A pot of boiling water was boiling in the stone pot.

When Chen Fang was observing, he happened to see that the previous gryphon corpse was carried by a few indigenous people in the remains, and it was thrown directly into the pot without any treatment.

The moment the Griffin entered the pot, all the indigenous people, old and small men and women gathered to the stone pot, and they bowed down, seeming to be doing a ritual of prayer before the meal.

This ceremony did not last very long. It ended in about seven or eight minutes. Then all the indigenous people in the ruins stood up and ran to the stone houses. After a while, they all came out with stone bowls of various sizes, still in the stone pot. There was a long line in front.

"I'm going, so civil and polite."

Looking at the long and orderly line, Chen Fang admired the qualities of the indigenous people.

Continue to watch, Chen Fang found that the line was very particular.

The young men came first, then the young women, then the children, and finally a few aging elderly people.

After lining up, a ruin native who was three points stronger than the other owners began to distribute food.

Young men and strong men are divided into large pieces of pure meat, young women have bones and minced broth for children, and hundreds of people are divided into the back, and the bowls in the hands of the elderly are just some clear soup with feathers floating in the hands. Can not be divided.

Chen Fang's eyesight is okay, he sees people clearly from a hundred meters away, so he can see the happy expressions on the faces of the indigenous old people who received the feather soup, and those who are the oldest and last in the line, holding empty Wan's eyes are desperate.

"Quite cruel."

Chen Fang sighed, but he can understand that this is an inevitable situation under the shortage of production materials.

Everything is for the continuation of the tribe, and all the resources are enjoyed first, because only when they are full can they hunt and give birth, and can the tribe continue.

Chen Fang saw a few old people who didn't even receive a clear soup and was sad. He took a look at the stone pot, but found that there was still a small pot of soup in it. He was puzzled.

"Strange, isn't there still some soup in that pot? Why don't you give it to the last few old people?"

Even if there is nothing, but after all the griffins have been boiled, the soup is somewhat nutritious. At least it can make the elderly hungry for a while. There are only four or five elderly people. The soup will not cost much. www. ltnovel.com~ There is obviously still in the pot, why not divide it?

Just as Chen Fang was puzzled, only those indigenous old people who had not received any food came to stand beside the stone pot, and those who had received food also gathered beside them, one by one reached out and touched the old man. After a while, he walked away, acting like saying goodbye.

Chen Fang opened his eyes wide and looked at it, and there was a sense of uncertainty in his heart.

The next scene that happened made Chen Fang unforgettable for life.

I saw those old people rushing into the fire under the stone pot, howling in pain in the flames, but no one jumped out, they were burned alive, I don’t know if it was an illusion, Chen Fang I found that the flame that burned out of thin air without any medium seemed to be a little more vigorous.

The aboriginal people onlookers also bowed down again at this time, took up the stone bowl in their hands, and yelled with unknown meaning, seeming to be a memorial.

After a few moments of roaring, the indigenous people in the ruins took the food they had, and left as if they were okay. They were family units, but they started eating in front of their stone houses, and during the eating process, they only ate the food in their hands. Share the act of respect.

Chen Fang watched for a while, feeling a little uncomfortable, so he stopped observing Feng Zhu and left.

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