Apocalyptic Dark Age

The hunger in his belly was not as intense as the pain in his wounds. He raised his arms and looked at the wounds on his hands that had been polished by sand. He was surprised to find that something like rotten grass blades had been applied to the worn skin. , although the wound is painful, you can feel the coolness and tingling transmitted by the grass blades.

"Who did it?" The image of the broken tooth suddenly flashed in Gao Feng's mind. The grass blade in his hand was obviously chewed by someone's teeth. When he thought of the big yellow page with the broken tooth, his stomach twitched involuntarily. He sat up and wanted to lift the things off his hands, but then he saw that his whole body was covered with such things.

The tangled Gao Feng then remembered that not only could he open his teeth and apply medicine for him, but at least there was someone in the house who could do this for him. He scanned around the room, but did not find the little indentured servant in the house. The door latch was stuck. , the pistol and the saber were there. In confusion, he looked under his bed, only to see a small figure rolled up like a cat, occupying one-fifth of the area under the bed, and everything was stacked. It was neat and tidy, and it was not rubbed or touched.

Seeing the obedient appearance of the little servitor, Gao Feng felt warm in his heart. He slowly stood under the bed. As soon as his hands left the support point, he was startled by the little servitor standing next to him. No one knew that the little servitor was How could he crawl out quietly? Gao Feng shook his head, pointed at the herbs on his body and said, "Are there any more? Get me some..."

Sitting on the bed, looking at the red sand outside the door, Gao Feng couldn't help but recall the moment he killed Kuitu yesterday, the moment he dodged the fang knife. His body seemed to have been rehearsed thousands of times, but in his memory, this One hand has another name, the gun-seizing technique.

The skill of seizing a gun when used to dodge a fang knife can be regarded as killing a chicken with a knife, but Gao Feng is more curious about his previous identity. He thought he was a soldier, but soldiers do not need to practice the skill of seizing a gun? So who is he? And the ruthlessness with which he stabbed Kuitu's neck. At that moment, he could actually hold back his hand and easily hang the sword on Kuitu's neck, but why did he stab it in one go? Could it be that he is a cold-blooded person to begin with?

In the midst of his thoughts, the little Qinu came in with Hua Ya. Hua Ya looked at Gao Feng and smiled naively. He put down the hard angustifolia cake in his hand and said, "This is today's meal. We don't have to contact Killing Technique for these two days." , there is no need to wait for the assessment, the tribe is busy with disaster relief..."

Huo Ya didn't stay for too long. He was afraid that Gao Feng would ask about the money of the Tuya Knife. Ada kept a close eye on Shuo Jiao and tried his best to steal it. Huo Ya also felt embarrassed.

Seeing the angustifolia cake, the little Qinu lost his indifference for the first time, and his pure eyes also became eager and burning. Obviously, the basic need for food is the most irresistible temptation for any hungry person. Gao Feng saw The desire and greed in his eyes slightly stunned him.

‘Isn’t this the look a wilderness person should have? They fight bloody battles for a morsel of food and supplies. It’s not that they naturally like killing, but reality forces them to do so. Am I going to be like them? ’ Gao Feng asked himself in his heart, and once again, the idea of ​​​​wanting to go out arose in his heart.

He tore half of an angustifolia cake open and measured the size of the little qinu. Gao Feng shook his head and tore off half of it again. He was afraid that the little qinu would strangle him to death. An angustifolia cake weighed seven or eight kilograms, even if it was only four pounds. A portion weighs two kilograms. When he handed over the pancake, the little qinu looked at Gaofeng in surprise, not daring to reach out.

Elaeagnus cake is not a good thing, at least Gao Feng is not used to it. It is bland and has no texture, just like chewing white wax. However, this anguine cake is the most formal food in the western wilderness. It is rich in nutrients and can make an adult The warriors were fed for two days. Most of the slave girls and children ate the bran powder dropped when grinding the angustifolia for flour, which was even rougher. However, the indentured slaves ate whatever they could, even tearing open the livestock when they were hungry. Feces, looking for undigested grass seeds to eat.

Therefore, Gao Feng's kindness was rejected by Xiao Qinu, which gave Gao Feng a headache. Looking at Xiao Qinu carefully, Gao Feng still couldn't tell from her dark face. Her scattered hair was more abstract than a bird's nest. It was dyed red by sand and dirt, and the clothes on her body were made of sacks made of grass stems. Three holes were taken out from the bottom and sides of the bag, and they were covered like this. If she shrank her head and arms, Once inside, it's an inconspicuous bag.

He didn't comment on the little bond slave's disguise ability. After thinking about it, Gao Feng suddenly popped up the image of a puppy in his mind. It seemed that raising such a little bond slave wouldn't be very strenuous? Just raise him like a puppy.

"Go and wash yourself...and then eat after washing..." Gao Feng said to his first follower. The little qinu nodded obediently, turned around and went out, leaving a pile behind. Fresh grass leaves.

"Smarter than a puppy." Gao Feng nodded while looking at the moving sack, and then let out a loud sigh: "This is not a dog..."

The blades of grass left behind by the little qinu seemed familiar, as if they were fodder for animals. From Three Claws' memory, the tribe had better healing medicine. Unfortunately, the medicine could only be obtained from the third elder, and he was not yet Official tribal warriors are naturally not available.

The grass blades in front of him should be a commonly used healing medicine among indentures. Unfortunately, it is not very effective in healing wounds and is slightly poisonous. The numbness and itchiness of his wound is proof of this.

Picking up a light red blade of grass, Gao Feng felt the heat in his palm again. Following the method he used to extract the essence of the flower, he placed it on the blade of grass and slowly felt the change in the traction of his fingertips. After falling into the waveless calm of the ancient well, my thoughts and the burning heat in my palms merged into one. In an instant, the burning heat in my palms turned into coldness. The grass blades withered visibly, and a little bit of fine juice flew out from the grass blades, under the palms. It rolls and condenses into small transparent water droplets, which makes people happy to watch.

This drop of water exuded an indescribable fragrance of grass and trees, which made Gao Feng's brain, accustomed to the smell of wilderness, clear for a while, and the impetuousness in his heart disappeared a lot. He stared at the suspended water drop, carefully pulled it, and slowly moved it to his neck. The wound on his front was the scar left by Kuitu.

After hesitating for a moment, Gao Feng decided to place it on the back of his hand, which was far away from the vital point. A burst of coolness made him feel like a cold plaster had been applied to the hot wound, which made him take a deep breath of relief.

The little Qinu came in naked, her wet hair sticking to her cheeks softly, water droplets dripping all over her body, and her skin, which was not delicate, was covered with bright red spots, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, and the peaks were slightly swept. , not daring to look closely, grabbed the animal skin mattress on the bed and threw it on the little girl, muttering: "Find a way to make clothes by yourself. I only have sand date cakes here. If you don't eat them, you will starve to death..."

After saying that, he picked up half of the angustifolia cake and walked out of the house. He felt his cheeks getting hot. Even though the little Qinu was just a little girl under seven years old, he felt sincerely ashamed.

"Am I a lolicon?" Gao Feng, who was squatting in front of his own property and eating sand date cakes, stared at the crowd of people who were killing people and wondered. Then he thought again: "What is a lolicon?"

Gao Feng squatted in front of his house to eat without any image, watching the endless supply of transport teams carrying sand outside the wall. Occasionally, an arm or a thigh could be seen stiffly exposed from the baskets of sand.

There was no pity, no sigh, and no resentment for this damn world. Gao Feng chewed his food and watched indifferently. The wounds on his body were cleaned according to his own method. He could feel that the wounds were healing in a benign manner, but he was not ready to help others. , because the people here have nothing to do with him.

This was when Gao Feng saw Huo Ya. Huo Ya was cleaning the sand in front of his house with a tribal warrior. Compared to the tribal warrior who was working seriously, Huo Ya was holding a fang knife in one hand while absentmindedly digging out the sand. After a while, He saw Huo Ya lying on the ground rolling around, and the tribal warrior was beating Huo Ya hard with a broken spear. Seeing this, Gao Feng suddenly smiled. This was also his first smile in this world.

Gao Feng felt a sense of envy for being lazy and being slapped by his own aunt. At least, his aunt was caring about him in another way, but he felt that in this world, even a criminal could not That's right, there are no people who smoke themselves.

He never thought that Black Claw was his father, not even Sanclaw's memory. In Sanclaw's heart, Black Claw was more like a symbol, an abstract verb, a stranger who didn't have much interaction. Gao Feng didn't know that Big Claw was his father. How did Claw and Two Claw get along with Black Claw? At least, he didn't have to worry about accepting such a sudden hit on his head.

"Three claws, three claws!!! I've got something good for you..." A series of affectionate shouts pulled Gao Feng over from Hua Ya. He turned around and saw a smiling tribal warrior carrying a A plate of things came towards him, and on the plate was a pile of roasted meat that was still dripping with oil.

This tribal warrior has a smoothness that other people do not have. The fang knife that the tribal warrior regards as his life is inserted casually behind his buttocks. The blade exposed from the leather sheath is stained with various black, yellow, and green substances. There are stains on his body and his face is clean, which makes people fall in love with him at the first sight. At least a person who loves cleanliness is easier to accept than a dirty person.

Gao Feng stood up while chewing the bread and looked at this guy with confusion. If I remember correctly, this person should be responsible for the tribe's livestock management. During major celebrations, the roasted meats that the attendants look forward to the most are all distributed by him, which is rare. What's more, he can appropriately allocate it to the attendants according to Ada's status in the tribe after the attendants. In Gao Feng's memory, at every celebration, the roast meat that Sanzhao gets is second only to Big Claw and Erzhao. .

"A lot of animals died yesterday. I'm afraid you don't know if we're going to eat meat today. I didn't bring this to you..."

"Thank you, Uncle Gongzi. Are there any attendants?" Gao Feng naturally smiled and accepted the barbecue, and his words were a bit affectionate. The old slicker, who was called Slippery Pole by the tribe, was very happy that Gao Feng called him that. He looked around carefully. Pretending to be mysterious, he said to Gao Feng: "Don't say anything, you are the only one who has it, not the big claws. You killed Kuitu yesterday, but you shocked us. If you want to eat meat in the future, just tell your Uncle Zhanzi, even if Uncle Zhanzi doesn’t want to eat it, so he has to keep it with you..."

Gao Feng was very disdainful of Zhanzi's behavior. People knew whether the plate of barbecue was covered or not. People from far away knew that Zhanzi was bringing barbecue to him, but he didn't understand the reason. Big Claw didn't, but he did? Could it be the reward for killing Kuitu?

Zangzi chatted with Gao Feng for a few words, turned around and left, swaying his butt that was fatter than the others. On the way, he even kicked the indentured slave who was walking without eyes half to death, but he was not a broad-minded person. Looking at the back of the pole, Gao Feng frowned and felt that his palms were heating up...

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