Traveling through the primitive world: I was a priest in the tribe

"How did you suddenly come up with this idea?" Ji Lang asked curiously.

Qing Jiu helped him straighten the hair that was stuck to his neck because of the previous action, and said, "I've heard from my father about cannibals before. They will eat their companions, even when there is no shortage of food. And the brothers Zhou and Xiao Ying are honest and simple. How could they follow the cunning cannibals all the way here safely, and even kill their companions?" This doesn't make sense at all, unless the other party deliberately guided them.

This would not only give the two brothers some hope that they could succeed in their revenge and keep them company, but would also allow them to quietly eat their companions, who would otherwise have to deal with themselves.

Ji Lang pondered for a while and finally understood. It was horrible. This level of cunning really surpassed that of anyone Ji Lang had ever met here.

Although these indigenous people have different personalities, most of them are simple and straightforward in nature. They prefer to use their hands rather than their brains. To survive in such a harsh environment, they mostly rely on experience.

But the intelligence and planning of Dayu and his men were simply beyond the ability of these people to cope with.

Ji Lang was not imagining things. If Dayu and the others had used the same method they had used to sneak into the Snow Mountain Tribe, they could have also been able to infiltrate these people. Fortunately, there were still a few people who had some understanding of the cannibals.

In fact, when talking about cannibals, Ji Lang felt a little embarrassed, thinking of a statement he had seen before. Originally, everyone thought that the picture of human evolution from ape-man to Homo erectus and then to Homo sapiens in biology books was the way of evolution, but later Ji Lang learned that the ancestors of humans were probably just early Homo sapiens, and ape-man and Homo erectus were eaten to extinction by Homo sapiens...

In other words, he is most likely a descendant of cannibals, but now he is discussing how to kill cannibals.

Mixed feelings.

But this may also be a different time and space, and Ji Lang does not feel any psychological pressure.

At least all the people he had met here were not the naked, hairy humans who followed gorillas like in biology books. At least they were in line with his aesthetic standards as a mentally normal adult.

Ji Lang even felt that because of these people's deep facial features, delicate contours, and upright postures, they were generally better looking than most people in the original world.

Of course, he is now snuggling in the arms of the most handsome man.

"Then can you think of how they hide their breath?" Ji Lang asked Qing Jiu. Originally he had no idea, but just now he thought about why cannibals don't have the Nguyen virus when they eat humans, and because of the virus he thought of masks and protective clothing. Now he suddenly thought, maybe those people used special materials to make masks and protective clothing.

But how can they be hidden so well? Even modern masks cannot completely cover a person's breath. The protective clothing is a bit outrageous. How powerful can those cannibals be? Can they make protective clothing themselves?

Qing Jiu shook his head, then hesitated and said, "I can't think of it, but there are a lot of hollow grasses by the lake." After saying that, he felt something was wrong. It was true that there was a lot of gum sap in the hollow grass, but if he used it to cover his breathing, wouldn't he suffocate to death?

Ji Lang also heard Qing Jiu's confusion from his hesitation, and the two began to struggle together and couldn't figure it out.

Although Liefeng was outside the door, everyone had been worried all night. Qingjiu, Xishi, Guoqi, as well as the brothers Zhou and Xiaoying, and even Uncle Ye and Lin, all had obvious dark circles under their eyes.

Ji Lang was better off, as Qing Jiu coaxed him to sleep in the second half of the night.

Although I didn't sleep well.

In the dream, I was either being chased or chasing others. The roles were so reversed that Ji Lang was a little confused when he woke up.

When he came out of the cave, Xishi had already finished checking outside and came in.

He had something in his hand and his face was livid.

Seeing that his face looked strange, everyone came over.

"The reaction of Liefeng last night was not its illusion." Xishi said, raising the thing in his hand to show everyone.

A bamboo sword sharpened to a point.

There is no difference between it and the one carved by Jilang.

There are signs of burning on one end of the bamboo arrow.

Qing Jiu took it, looked at it, and smelled it. There was no smell. It was obviously burnt but there was no burnt smell. "Where did you find it?" It was strange. He didn't find this thing for such a long time in the outer courtyard last night.

Xi Shi said, "The tarpaulin covering the firewood is on top." His expression was a little irritated and disgusted, "These annoying stinky rats hiding in the dark, they were planning to set fire to the firewood we piled outside. Fortunately, we had a tarpaulin covering our firewood."

When the burning bamboo arrows were shot over, the fire was already much smaller and fell on the tarpaulin. This tent, which Ji Lang had specially bought to be waterproof and fireproof, prevented those people from succeeding.

In other words, Liefeng noticed something was wrong last night not because their breath was leaking, but because he heard the sound of bamboo arrows falling on the tarpaulin.

If they were shooting arrows from a distance with flashes of light, they would be easily spotted, which means they were most likely around the yard last night.

He even tried to cause panic by lighting the firewood in the outer courtyard with burning bamboo arrows.

Ji Lang reacted at this time, but he began to be confused again, "Didn't they say that cannibals can't see clearly at night? Why are they still moving at night?"

Xiaoying continued, "Among the four of them, there is another one named Asheng, who is stronger than Dayu and the others. He is always the one keeping watch at night."

In other words, the person who came last night was called Asheng.

No, it was very likely that they were all there, and the purpose of lighting the firewood pile was not only to panic Ji Lang and others in the yard, but also to allow them to see more clearly by the firelight.

Guo Qi squatted on the ground dejectedly, grabbing his hair. In the tribe, he was not an expert in finding the traces and scent of prey, but he was not completely unable to sense it and could find some clues.

But last night, those people were so close and shot arrows, but he was sitting in the yard and didn't hear anything at all.

This made him feel very frustrated.

Of course, Zhou, who had a little doubt about Qing Jiu's guess, was also frustrated.

He didn't notice it either.

Now even the slightest bit of disbelief is gone.

As expected, Dayu and the others were just teasing him and Xiaoying. During these few full moons, such a long time and distance, they had not used any real skills to deal with them.

The sheep that had been killed last night for its internal organs was still in the kitchen. Li and Ye went into the kitchen to chop the meat for breakfast.

Even if they are about to fight with the other party, they still have to eat. Not to mention that they don’t even know where the other party is now. They have to fill their stomachs so that they have the energy to fight the other party.

Since Dayu and his men were so confident and bold to appear near the yard, it was impossible that they would only come this time.

They had to make new preparations before Dayu and his four companions came here for the second time.

The mutton soup pancakes for breakfast were made from flour ground from flour beans. The pancakes had a natural leavening effect and were soft and fluffy. This once again strengthened Jilang's determination to use flour beans to steam buns.

Originally Ji Lang was worried that everyone was thinking too much and couldn't eat, but it turned out that this group of people didn't seem to have any idea that they couldn't eat. Each of them had a big bowl of mutton and ate it with relish.

Even Xiaoying, who had suffered a blow and woke up early with an unhappy face, was huffing and puffing on the boiling hot mutton soup, sweating on her face as she ate.

Ji Lang helped Xiaoman tear off a few pieces of pancakes and soak them in the soup. The little guy puffed up his cheeks and blew on the mutton soup with his little mouth. Once he leaned over to drink it, he felt it was too hot, so he retracted his head and continued to blow, like a little turtle trying it out.

Ji Lang found it cute and funny, but also worried for him, "You can pick out the meat first. When you have eaten most of the meat, the soup will be cold and you can drink it now."

Xiaoman hummed in response, picked up the meat with chopsticks, blew on it and put it into her mouth, her eyes smiling like little moons, "It's delicious, but I think it smells better when it's soaked in soup. I like to eat it with soup."

Ji Lang thought so too. He always felt that the meat, vegetables and cakes in the soup would not be so delicious if eaten separately.

The little guy only burped while eating, and he smiled and said to Ji Lang, "Even the burps taste like mutton."

After hearing this, Qing Jiu suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly thought of a possibility.

About how people like Dayu hide their aura.

Xiaoying smeared grass juice on her body to hide her scent. Although she couldn't fool someone like Xishi who was very sensitive to smells, she could still fool most people without any problem.

Dayu and the others might also use grass juice. Not only do they apply it, they might even eat some grass. For example, the cool leaves that Jilang uses to make tea. The cool leaves soaked in water can freshen the breath. So if they eat some or hold some in their mouths, can it cover up some of their own taste?

This mountain is full of grass and trees, and the strong wind brings the smell of grass and trees everywhere.

Xi Shi was able to find Xiaoying because he smelled other scents mixed in with the grass and trees, but what if they could almost completely cover up their own scent?

No matter how sensitive their sense of smell is, it has its limits. If the smell doesn't reach them, they have no way of identifying it.

"Some of them are very good at observing wind direction." Qing Jiu said suddenly because he had been thinking about the bowl of mutton soup in his hand. Others were almost finishing it, but he still had half a bowl.

Regardless of whether the people around him were listening or not, Qing Jiu continued, "It is impossible to completely cover up their breath, unless they can control their breath so that it does not come to our side. No, it is better to say that they already know the wind direction, so they only appear when the wind is away from us." After he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong, frowned and continued to think, "No, it's not just about looking at the wind direction, they have their own way, the wind direction will change."

Ji Lang looked at Qing Jiu who suddenly spoke, and listened to him denying his reasoning back and forth. An inappropriate thought occurred to him in his mind: if it were in modern times, could this guy be a detective?

Holmes Qingjiu started to worry again. Even if he knew how they hid their aura, what could he do? If they couldn't find a way to force these people to come out, they would just stay nearby and disgust people.

This group of people don't care about what to do during the cold season, but Qingjiu cannot help but care. This is Jilang's first cold season here, and he must prepare enough food, furs and firewood.

Let Jilang have a comfortable winter season.

He didn't want the person he held in his hands to be like everyone else in the tribe, fearing and terrified when the cold season came. He didn't want these originally lively people to become lifeless and worry about today's food and tomorrow's firewood when the cold season came.

Xi Shi also spoke up at this time, "They have to eat."

Especially when they eat raw meat, there is always a bloody smell. No one can believe that this group of cannibals can endure not eating meat for several days.

So, they will definitely have a place where the bad smell comes from.

Qing Jiu and Xi Shi had checked this area many times. They looked at each other and said in unison, "Wolf's den."

The little wolf that ran away, the guy that Ji Lang always called "Hunter Wind", had a very deep wolf den in a distant mountain.

It is a natural cave that is about ten meters deep and you can walk another ten meters further inside. It is not big, but it is hidden and there is a pool inside.

Ji Lang went over curiously, what kind of wolf den is this?

After listening to Qingjiu's explanation, I realized that Liefeng's husband actually had such a good cave, but now it has been occupied by the damn cannibals.