Starting from iron smelting

Lu Xiuyuan was just about to become a person with only one worry, but something unexpected happened.

Seeing a pile of bright red fruits in front of him, Lu Xiuyuan immediately bent down to pick them up. As a result, as soon as he took a step, his right foot stepped on the trap accurately. With a scream, a sharp pain immediately spread throughout his body like an electric current. Lu Xiuyuan instantly felt as if he was burned by flames, and his eyelids trembled involuntarily in pain.

This heart-wrenching pain not only raged at the wound, but was like a sharp knife piercing his nerve endings, and every inch of his skin was struggling and spasming violently. He tried hard to hold back the pain, but the unbearable pain made him almost forget to breathe.

The signals of severe pain hit his brain, and he froze, his expression twisted in pain, losing his usual composure.

Lu Xiuyuan cursed in his mind: "Who is the wicked person who put this clamp? It really hurts. This clamp must be for bears! I really am like a turtle moving house - I can't hold it anymore. I am so unlucky that even drinking cold water will make my teeth ache."

Lu Xiuyuan's first reaction was to bend down and check his injuries. Every tiny movement made him grimace in pain. The trap had clamped his entire right foot and part of his calf. The sharp spikes pierced his body mercilessly. Blood gushed out from the wound continuously, and the red color reflected on the surrounding ground.

The muscles at the wound were completely twisted by the clamp, and the blood and the pain of the wound merged into one. The clamped area was obviously subjected to a severe impact. Although there was no obvious swelling, Lu Xiuyuan could feel waves of tingling and numbness. The place where the blood gushed out became blurred, and the bright red blood seeped into his trouser legs. The bloody scenes were shocking.

Lu Xiuyuan endured the pain with difficulty, sweat dripping from his forehead. He felt dizzy, and a fishy smell came with it. He knew it was his blood. Lu Xiuyuan used both hands to pry open the trap, but the trap did not move at all. Due to the pulling of both hands, it was embedded deeper. The pain seemed like an endless abyss. He felt as if his body was about to be torn apart, but the urgent desire to survive supported him to continue struggling.

He tried all kinds of angles, desperately trying to open the trap, but to no avail. The tearing of muscles, the gushing of blood, and the pain spreading from the wound to his limbs made him feel that life was worse than death.

Slowly, everything went dark before his eyes, and his legs were weakly caught in the jaws of the trap. He tried his best to stand up, but he was exhausted. His eyes went dark, and he felt helpless. Finally, he lost consciousness, like a tree that had been chopped down to the ground.

In Lu Xiuyuan's coma, he felt a sense of emptiness, as if an invisible hand was carrying his body. He tried to break free from the shackles of coma, trying to make a sound and wave his hands, but the drowsy feeling made his efforts insignificant.

Lu Xiuyuan tried hard to open his eyes, and seemed to see a blurry figure swaying around him.

At the edge of his consciousness, he seemed to be able to sense the movements outside his body, someone whispering, or some strange sounds. However, these feelings were just floating at the junction of dream and reality. His consciousness was in that hazy state, appearing and disappearing from time to time, and he could not really grasp it. Finally, he fell into a deep sleep again, and the forest returned to peace.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Xiuyuan felt dizzy and slowly opened his eyes, and found himself lying on a small bed. The bed was made of wood spliced ​​vertically, and covered with dried hay, which was relatively soft.

He tried to sit up, but felt a sharp pain in his calf. He gritted his teeth and endured it. Fortunately, the traps biting his feet and legs disappeared, and his wounds were bandaged with a piece of rag. Lu Xiuyuan turned his head to the side and saw a wall made of wood. It turned out that he was lying in a small wooden house. This small wooden house was not spacious, only the size of a house.

On the wall hung a bow and a quiver wrapped in animal skins, which gave off a faint smell of leather. A simple oil lamp was lit in the room, and the flickering candlelight emitted a faint flame, illuminating the space. In the corner of the wooden house were some animal skins of prey, and in another corner of the room were piled up hunters' grinding tools and simple tableware.

On the wooden table in the middle of the room stood a ceramic bowl of water and in a wicker basket were some unknown green leaves.

At this time, the door quietly opened, and the hunter walked in leisurely. He was an old man in his sixties, wearing an animal skin robe and a dagger on his waist. The weak candlelight outlined the hunter's thin and powerful face, and the wrinkles under the traces of time outlined a resolute temperament.

Although his arms looked thin, they were muscular and revealed a toughness that came from years of experience.

The hunter's eyebrows were kind and his eyes were full of vicissitudes. He slowly walked to the bed, bent down slightly, and his eyes revealed a trace of concern. In front of him, Lu Xiuyuan felt a sense of warmth and peace of mind, as if this hunter was the only support in this strange world.

The old hunter sat down beside Lu Xiuyuan's bed, reached out to take the basket on the table, and muttered some incomprehensible language.

He chewed a few unknown green leaves in the basket. Then, he took the chewed leaves in his hand, untied the rags bandaged on Lu Xiuyuan's leg, and exposed the wound.

"Don't move, it hurts a little. Let me treat your wound." Although Lu Xiuyuan could not understand the old hunter's words, his gentle expression made Lu Xiuyuan feel an inexplicable trust.

The old hunter applied the chewed green leaves to Lu Xiuyuan's wound. At the moment of untying the bandage, Lu Xiuyuan felt a sharp pain and frowned. The old hunter covered the wound with the chewed leaves, which made Lu Xiuyuan gasp again.

But soon, a feeling of comfort spread and the pain gradually disappeared.

Through the old hunter's actions, Lu Xiuyuan realized that he was his savior and the mysterious man who took him away from his coma. On the bed, he bowed to the old hunter in a respectful manner to express his gratitude: "Grandpa, thank you for saving me. I am very grateful."

But Lu Xiuyuan saw a puzzled expression on the old hunter's face, "What? What? What? What are you talking about? I don't understand?" the old hunter asked in confusion.

Lu Xiuyuan understood that this was probably because he had just traveled through time and couldn't speak the language. Even the most basic system had not been awakened. He was really speechless and could only use gestures to make the old man in front of him understand his experience.

"It's over. Isn't this kid I saved a fool? Why did he suddenly become so cunning?" The old hunter looked at Lu Xiuyuan in disbelief, as if he was more certain of his judgment that this kid was indeed a fool.