My host is cold and scumbag

He Chengwu's wrists and ankles were almost numb from being tied up. When he was temporarily unable to escape, he asked everyone to rest. He Chengwu also took a short nap. When it was bright outside, someone came in and brought in some meat. It seemed that they were going to have a meal.

He Chengwu squinted his eyes and looked at the person who came. The person had wheat-colored skin, extremely large muscles and a very tall body. The clothes on his body were made of very simple linen and animal skins, with many animal bone decorations.

In fact, He Chengwu didn't know how deep they had gone, but in He Chengwu's cognition, he always knew that there would be many primitive tribes that were conservative and unchanging in some deep mountains and old forests.

They adhere to an ancient and pure way of life, keeping a very long distance from the culture and civilization of modern society. In their daily life, the selection and preparation of food follow the principles of nature and primitiveness. Not only do they catch prey by themselves, but they also retain the tradition of eating raw meat directly.

In terms of clothing and accessories, clothes are mostly made of natural materials, such as animal skins, linen, etc., and the trophies hung on their bodies are not only a display of hunting results, but also a symbol of their courage, wisdom and honor.

He Chengwu had imagined that this was a cannibalistic tribe, but looking at the cooked meat placed on the ground with a wooden utensil, he squatted down, picked up a piece of meat, and handed it to He Chengwu. He Chengwu's stomach began to brew acid again. He Chengwu turned his head and swallowed frantically. The man looked at He Chengwu and the others and said something, but they couldn't understand. Finally, the man got impatient and walked out.

After a while, a man came in, speaking fluent Mandarin: "Have something to eat."

He Chengwu stared at the man who came. He was an old man who looked to be in his 40s or 50s. He Chengwu suddenly remembered that they had not met a person named Mr. Huo. He confirmed the identity of the man without hesitation: "You are Mr. Huo."

The old man raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What a smart young man."

Old Huo praised He Chengwu, but he didn't care about being exposed by He Chengwu. Instead, he used a smooth branch to fork a piece of meat and put it next to He Chengwu's mouth: "Eat some, no matter what the reason is, it will only be useful if you are full."

He Chengwu turned his head away again. The scene in his mind made him not want to eat any meat now. Seeing that He Chengwu was so stubborn, Old Huo put down the meat and said earnestly: "My son should have told you that this place is very dangerous, but you insisted on coming. Sometimes I think you people are weird. You value your life too much, but you don't listen to advice. Now that you are here, do you think you still have a chance to get out?"

"What do you want to do? What's your relationship with them?" He Chengwu asked viciously. Seeing this, Mr. Huo smiled nonchalantly: "You must have seen them killing people yesterday. What do you think I want to do?"

He Chengwu snorted: "Those missing people were all caused by you."

Mr. Huo shook his head: "You are wrong, they are seeking death themselves. Before that, I would persuade them. If I couldn't persuade them, it proved that they deserved to die. I don't have to send people in. But if I send people in, I will get more reward."

Elder Huo looked at He Chengwu and his group and smiled with great satisfaction: "You are the fattest prey in recent years. I suggest that you better eat your food obediently. After all, the first one to die must be the weakest among you."

"After all, this way, it won't be wasted."

He Chengwu was bullied by the chest, and was both angry and helpless about Huo Lao's habitual behavior. But Huo Lao was right in one sentence, that is, if they didn't eat, they would not have the strength to escape.

He Chengwu stared at the meat on the ground and asked, "What kind of meat is this?"

Mr. Huo laughed a few times: "No wonder you don't eat it, so you thought it was human flesh?"

"Don't worry, you are too high to eat human flesh in this place." Old Huo said. He picked up the meat again and said, "Eat it. If you want to die, you'd better die well-fed."

He Chengwu looked at the meat in front of him and suddenly asked, "Did you see a little girl?"

Old Huo nodded: "I know that little girl. I was the one who persuaded her to eat, but she is treated much better than you. Here, women have a very high status. She will stay here and raise children for the rest of her life. The people of this tribe will never mistreat women."

He Chengwu listened with gritted teeth, but fortunately he got the news about Yang Qiu. Although the news didn't look good, at least everyone was together. It was better than not knowing whether Yang Qiu was dead or alive.

Mr. Huo handed the meat over again. He Chengwu bit a mouthful despite his nausea. After swallowing it hard, he said to the others, "Eat. Make sure you eat until you are full."

Mr. Huo nodded with satisfaction.

After Huo Lao had waited on seven people to eat and drink, He Chengwu spoke to Huo Lao again: "Where on earth is this place?"

Mr. Huo was feeding the last person. He glanced at He Chengwu and said, "Almost everyone asks this question."

"I'll tell you when you're about to die, so you can die with a clear mind." Mr. Huo laughed and said a few words of comfort in disguise.

"They targeted you as soon as you came in. You must have someone else outside." The old man's legs were numb from squatting. He pulled a small stool to sit down and pounded his legs. "But this is the safest place in the back mountain. There are more terrifying things in the forest than the people here. Even if they are not caught, they will not have an easy life."

Seeing that the old man was so smart and didn't say anything, He Chengwu changed the question: "What will they encounter?"

"I don't know, it could be a ghost, or it could be something else."

Mr. Huo stood up and left. He Chengwu closed his eyes. The nausea came again. He endured it again and again. Yue Qiu asked, "Mr. He, what should we do now?"

He Chengwu struggled with the rope again. Apart from the numb pain, there was no other way to deal with this method of tying up animals. They had no way to break free, and the feeling of having to store food made He Chengwu extremely depressed. They survived until the evening, and after another big meal of meat, they ate, drank, defecated and urinated in this room. Mr. Huo served them very attentively, and He Chengwu had no idea what it was that could make him work for them so wholeheartedly.

He Chengwu was always paying attention to the movements outside, but they were just walking around in a very normal manner. He Chengwu could not understand what they were saying. After dark, there was no movement outside, and it was obvious that they had gone to bed very early.

He Chengwu felt a little numb, and many things flashed through his mind. Black Hat said that he would send her back at dawn, but now there is no news. Could it be that he left there for Yang Qiu, so now she is also lost.

Yang Qiu, a girl, didn't know what was happening to her now, and Yang Taisui didn't know whether he was dead or alive. His brain was about to explode. He raised his head in pain.

Just when He Chengwu was almost collapsing due to guilt and self-blame over these things.

A figure popped out from the dilapidated window. He Chengwu was startled, and the figure squatted in front of him and covered his mouth.

"Shh, don't make a sound."

He Chengwu's eyes widened instantly, and he said in surprise: "Xiao Qiu!"