Lost Continent

Walking to a more secluded place, hidden among the large stretches of brown needles, Lin put down the stone and bone dagger, threw the basket on his back on the ground, and groped for the crotch with his hands free.

After he came here, he encountered troubles one after another, busy how to adapt and how to survive, and ignored his little friend.

Those voices fell in my ears just now, just like throwing a fire on top of the pile of dry wood, it crackled and ignited.

The rhythm of the hands accelerated, no matter how fast, Lin half-closed his eyes and panted comfortably.

I've been holding it in for a few months, it's very hard, and after a few back and forth strokes, I squirt it out freely.

The viscosity was much higher than before, probably because he ate too much meat, and the fishy smell was a bit dry. Lin Yi grabbed a few leaves and wiped his little friend, and then took another look. It was time to take a bath.

Kicked the rotten leaves on the ground to cover up the white liquid on them.

After solving his physical needs, Lin Yi's footsteps became much brisker, and he changed direction to continue searching for food.

It was too cold, birds and beasts were migrating or hibernating, and there was a desolate silence in the woods that made people lose all hope.

While walking, he swung the bone dagger and chopped the dead wormwood and weeds around him. Lin Yidong's nose was red, and several bloody holes were scraped on his face, which made him very embarrassed.

He stopped on a slightly higher soil slope, and there was a small patch of vegetation in the sunken place.

The skin is yellow, the stem reaches the waist position, there are few nodes, and the leaves have thick white lines.

Cut off one and bit a piece of skin, the juice inside was sweet, Lin Yi's eyes lit up, he immediately cut some with a bone dagger, tied them up and threw them into a basket.

It is thinner than sugar cane, just as thick as fingers, and thicker in skin. This thing can be stored for a long time, and you can eat one when you are hungry, and the chewed dry skin can also be used as firewood.

After walking for a while, Lin Yi stopped suddenly. I don't know if it was his illusion, it seemed to be colder and colder.

This forest is very large, and Xiong's guards live there. Harley and the others only dare to hunt in a limited area. The depth of the forest is too dark, and no one dares to break into it.

Lin Yi stood on the spot and looked at the criss-crossed and deep bushes in the distance, feeling a strange feeling that a huge monster would run out in the next moment.

Believe it or not, he'd better believe it for now.

The speed of going back was faster than when he came, Lin Xiao ran towards the exit.

Lin Yi almost fell when he stepped on the rotten grass and vines. He bent down to tear the grass and vines apart, but at this moment, he saw a huge shadow on the ground behind him from between his legs, covering all the plants and trees. devoured.

The hairs on his back stood up, a drop of sweat slid down his forehead, and only his breathing and heartbeat were silent.

Throat hair was dry, he looked back, there was nothing, he scared himself and broke out in sweat.

After running out, Lin Yi squatted on the side of the road and began to vomit. There was not much food in his stomach, and he only retched after vomiting.

The sweat on his face soaked into the bloody hole, causing pain, and Lin Yi lay down on the ground to rest.

"died?"

The voice above his head was indifferent, Lin Yi squinted his eyes, Bei Bei was still carrying his bow, looking down at him full of disdain.

"Pull me."

Beibei frowned and stretched out her hand.

Lin Yi smiled, grabbed her hand and stood up, "Thank you."

After glancing at the contents of the basket on the ground, Beibei went to look at Lin Yi again.

"Wu is our Wu." The implication is that we will give him the best.

Why does this sound so uncomfortable, Lin Yi patted the ashes on his body, looked up at Beibei, "I like raising him."

What the other party said was serious, not a joke at all, the expression on Beibei's face was a little strange and a little scary.

Taking out two herbs from the basket and handing them over, Lin Yi said, "I don't owe you anything."

After speaking, he walked past her with the basket on his back and left.

The slightly thick lips moved slightly, drawing an arc, and Beibei stuffed the two grasses on her body.

She has been following that person for a while, and every time she goes out of the village, she will secretly protect him, but this time she just left the meeting halfway to go to the grass to let Ayu and the others go far away.

When I came back, I saw that the person was gone, and when I took some effort to find him, the person was running, and he was running desperately, as if something was chasing after him.

Wu said that that person should not be injured, wondering if the small cuts on the other person's face counted?

Lin Yi found that Beibei didn't keep up, and let out a breath. Last time, she was almost bitten by a snake. She appeared in time and killed the snake, although it was a bit miraculous that it was timely and accurate.

The village was very quiet, and none of the people who went out to hunt or gather food came back. When Lin Yi returned to his residence, there were more than a dozen children staying behind the fence, including Cuckoo and Hay, all of them with their heads up.

Fu Feng, who was sitting on the sheepskin, was talking, and Lin Yi felt at ease in his soft and magnetic voice.

Seeing Fufeng looking at his face, Lin Yi said indifferently, "I accidentally blew it."

"Twigs?" Cuckoo stared at Lin Yi curiously, with two words written in his eyes, idiot.

Lin Yi rolled his eyes, brat.

"Hay, come here."

"Lin." Hai ran over in a hurry, betraying his little friend every minute.

Grandma said that Lin is a good person, and he thinks Lin is very powerful.

Lin Yi took out a wild sugar cane from the basket, "This is for you, the skin is hard, slow down."

Hay slowly bit off a piece of skin and licked it with his tongue, "Sweet."

Having said that, the other children were excited, and Lin was radiant for a moment, "Everyone has it."

Lin Yi wiped the stick in his hand and handed it to Fu Feng, not daring to look directly at the other party's deep eyes, probably because he was angry, although he didn't know the reason.

After sending out one by one, only one person was empty-handed.

Looking at them, they seem to be really delicious, Cuckoo swallowed, and he stiffened his neck and stared at Lin Yi, "Didn't you say that everyone has it?"

Lin Yi smiled and said, "Except for you."

Cuckoo yelled as soon as he heard it. He was young and thin-skinned. He had companions, but he didn't have one. It was too embarrassing. He bowed his head aggrieved, with an expression on the verge of crying.

Everyone was laughing, Hay laughed the loudest, his dark face was almost bursting out of laughter, it looked like he had been bullied by cuckoo for a long time, and the little farmer turned over.

Seeing the posture, Lin Yi pursed his lips speechlessly, and gave him a slightly longer one.

After thinking for a while, he grabbed the blushing monkey-like cuckoo.

Cuckoo shrunk his neck, "Itches."

"Endure." Lin Yi said a few words into Cuckoo's ear, interspersed with his own language unconsciously, and then tried to replace it with short words when he realized it.

When Fu Feng heard him tell the specific location of the food and asked Cuckoo to tell Drew, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

After dismissing those children, Lin returned to the house and filled the stone pot with water.

He has a low fever and wants to drink some hot water.

Fu Feng lit the firewood with flint, looked at him, "Does it hurt?"

His face was very pale, and several red spots were particularly conspicuous.

"It doesn't hurt." With one hand covering his face, pressing the wound, Lin twitched, "Hiss, it hurts, take it easy."

He said it didn't hurt just now, but now he said it hurt, Fu Feng withdrew his hand, "It's not good to lie."

Lin Yi silently swallowed a mouthful of blood, and silently fiddled with the medicine to apply it.

Planning to take a nap, he swept a big round fruit on the ground, he knelt down and winked, "Where did it come from?"

Fu Feng took a stone knife and cut off a piece, "Eat."

After taking a bite, it was as crunchy as a radish. Lin Yiya had a very good mouth, and he could tell from the sound and speed, "It's delicious."

Fu Feng cut another piece, he was used to being revered as a god, but this man was only curious about him.

After eating three yuan in a row and drinking a bowl of hot water, Lin put away the rest, and he didn't ask Fu Feng where he got that thing.

It was getting dark quickly, and it felt like it would be night after dinner and lying down. Lin Yi was a little tired, but he hadn't finished his task for today.

Lin Yi took a branch and drew a circle on the ground, "The moon should look like this."

Then he erased half of the circle again, "It happens sometimes."

But it is impossible to break it apart. If this is in the 21st century, it will definitely be the end of the world.

Fu Feng looked up at the night sky, and then looked down at Lin Yi's painting, wondering what he was thinking.

The strokes of the branches are regular italic characters, Lin Yi said, "This is your name."

Fu Feng secretly memorized the name.

I would most like to see a man with unknown power show a ignorant expression, Lin Yi hooked his lips, "I will learn these two characters today, and I will teach you other things when you know how to write."

Fu Feng hummed, and began to study slowly with the branches.

I went into the house and put on the only pair of underwear that was dried in the sun. Today, the crotch is empty, and I don’t feel safe at all. I don’t know if it’s cold or not?

It shouldn't be cold, with lush jungle and wind protection.

Lin Yi got into the nest with a wretched smile, and after a while he came out of the nest with a bitter face.

"Fufeng, I'm asleep."

Without the stove, there is not much heat in the nest, and his hands and feet are still cold, especially the feet, which are cold and hard, and there is no need to soak them in hot water.

It seems that there is a way to make a big bucket.

The curtain was lifted, and Fu Feng walked in, and saw the person on the bed curled up in the animal skin and curled up to the innermost part, he rolled himself into a ball, and there was a little fluctuation in the depths of his eyes.

As soon as Fu Feng went to bed, Lin Yi took the initiative to roll over, and lifted the animal skin to cover him.

The cold foot moved a little secretly, but there was no response, and moved a little more, but there was still no response. He was happy, and closed his eyes with the corners of his mouth curled.

On the day when the first snow fell, Lin Yi was in the house clumsily piercing the animal skin with a big bone needle, trying to sew a piece of fur on it, so that it would be warmer to cover his body at night.

There were low-pitched horns hovering over the village, and he put down his work and ran out.

The snow was still falling, and many people gathered in the open space. Drew was standing on a wooden pier. He was talking loudly, very fast and high-pitched. As soon as Lin was serious about capturing the information, the women began to applaud, and the men started to applaud. He raised his arms and howled.

Standing on the other side, Fu Feng had his eyelids closed, his long hair was not gathered together, it was scattered on his shoulders, fluttering with the wind, he just stood there quietly, snowflakes soon fell on his body, holy and ethereal.

All the clansmen looked at him with reverence in their eyes.

Lin Yi wanted to go up and touch Fufeng, he felt that he was too far away from the other party, and the six months of getting along seemed unreal, which made him uneasy, but Hai's mother and Cuckoo's mother kept pulling him.

You Dao's eyes fell on him, Lin Yi suddenly raised his head, and met those quiet eyes across a few rows of people, he was honest, Fu Feng was still there.

At the foot of Fufeng, there is a subdued live elk. On the opposite side, there are 盉, pottery pots, pottery bowls, and pottery bowls, all of which are much larger than the ones I have seen before. They contain yellow millet and some wild fruits.

There is also a huge clay pot, which is so big that Lin Yi thinks it can be used as a bucket.

Combining the scene seen so far and the records in the book, Lin Yi understood that they were praying to the gods for blessings this winter.

The wooden cane pointed to the sky, and the pottery bell on the top made dull sounds, each sound getting louder. Fu Feng's lips moved slightly, and a strange tone came out, his eyes were as unwavering as an ancient well.

Everyone knelt down, Yucheng's prostrate on the ground, with his face pressed against the snow, Lin held his breath subconsciously, and he also went to the countryside to do as the Romans did.

Fu Feng raised a knife, and the sharp thin layer faced the snowflakes. At that moment, Lin Yi almost thought it was just.

"Harley!" Drew shouted.

Harley strode up to catch it, and stabbed the elk hard with the stone knife in the back of the neck.

The moaning of the elk was submerged in the sound of the loud horn, and the huge blood was filled by the huge pottery pot. Fu Feng held a branch in his hand and stirred it a few times in the pottery pot, his lips moved slightly , said a few words.

First Drew, then Harley, everyone took a sip of the blood flowing from the elk's body cautiously, and then they would make joyful noises.

The deer blood was still hot, with a strong fishy smell, Lin Yi also took a sip, his mouth was full of that taste, slightly salty, he licked his lips hungrily, if there is a piece of salt now, I guess I'm going to jump on it like crazy.

The next scene made Lin Yi shudder. Harley cut off the elk meat piece by piece with a stone knife, and each piece was even. Everyone took a piece and buried it in the ground, and knelt down.

Only after death can there be new life.

When this sacrifice was over, the ground was completely white, and the grass on the hut was covered with snow, which was still thickening. Lin Yi followed Fufeng, and his scalp became numb the more he looked at it. Collapse?

Cheers were heard in unison, and Lin Yi opened his eyes wide to watch them scrambling to eat the first bite of snow. Is it so delicious?

Cuckoo and Hay were about to start a fight, they hugged and yelled, and there was a young boy beside him, who seemed to be called Bang, another son of Drew, who was said to be the second witch, and basically never went out.

Even Beibei, who has always been cool, was eating snow and took several mouthfuls. Seeing Lin Yi standing stupidly, she showed a disdainful expression again, but when she looked at Fu Feng, she immediately restrained herself.

"have eaten."

The voice above his head was gentle, and when he looked up, he saw Fu Feng was holding snow in his hand, his face was calm, but his attitude was tough, Lin Yi twitched the corner of his mouth after taking a bite and stopped eating, the chilly taste made his teeth chatter.

Fu Feng ate all the snow left by Lin Yi, seeing the other party looking at him, he was a little dazed, "Isn't it cold?"

"It's cold, it's freezing." Lin Yi smiled and rubbed against him.