I am a Primitive Man

Chapter 425: Don’t drink blood? I will kill you!

Chapter 425: Don’t drink blood? I will kill you!

"Ah!"

Gasping for breath, Cao Geng was surrounded by seven or eight armed members of the Flying Snake tribe.

Terrified, he shouted, trying to communicate with these unwelcome guests, pleading for them to let him go.

Instead, what met him was a heavy club swinging down from behind.

The club struck hard, causing Cao Geng to cry out in pain and collapse to the ground.

Before he could get up, the others had already swarmed over him, pinning him down.

They twisted him around roughly, bound him with ropes, and dragged him towards the shaman and three leaders of the Flying Snake tribe standing under the pine tree.

Cao Geng struggled to escape, but all he received in return was a merciless beating.

After several such episodes, with his nose bleeding profusely, he dared not struggle vigorously anymore.

Cao Geng, in a state of utter terror, was brought under the pine tree. He stole glances into the distance, hoping his two fellow tribesmen could escape from these malevolent people.

However, his hope was dashed once again.

Before long, the other two tribesmen who had fled in different directions were also brought back, one of them severely injured on the thigh, crying out in agony as blood flowed profusely...

"?!"

The shaman of the Flying Snake tribe glanced at the person with the severe leg injury, whose face had turned pale due to pain and blood loss, and uttered words that Cao Geng couldn't understand.

Then, a man who looked exceptionally strong, perhaps a leader, approached and drew a bone knife from his waist. He forcefully stabbed the terrified and trembling injured person.

A wail of agony filled the air. The pain and fear made the person struggle fiercely, but several others held him down firmly, rendering him unable to move.

"Poof!"

As the bone knife was pulled out, dark red blood spurted out. The three leaders of the Flying Snake tribe leaned over, kneeling by the wound, and greedily drank from it.

Cao Geng witnessed this scene, trembling all over like chaff.

What terrified him even more happened next.

After drinking a few mouthfuls of blood, the three leaders of the Flying Snake tribe stood up. Then, they threw the bone knife at another member of Cao Geng's tribe, who was completely petrified.

Pointing at the person who was already cowering on the ground, they then pointed at their own mouths, gesturing for him to repeat the action.

Cao Geng's tribesman was also afraid, but some sense of reason remained.

He stood there, trembling, without moving for quite some time.

"??!"

The three leaders of the Flying Snake tribe angrily said something, then struck the paralyzed person's leg heavily with a club. The person cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

But then, he managed to get up again.

"?!"

With blood smeared on his mouth and body, the three leaders of the Flying Snake tribe continued to threaten, pointing the bone knife at Cao Geng's companion and then at another injured person.

Seeing that the person still didn't move, one of those holding a stone spear or bone spear on the side took over a stone spear, pointed it at the chest of Cao Geng's companion, nodded, and then continued to speak angrily.

Cao Geng didn't understand the words, but he understood the meaning.

If his companion didn't obey the instructions of these extremely malevolent people, they would use the stone spear to kill him directly!

Clearly, Cao Geng's companion also understood this threat. His body trembled violently, but his feet began to move slowly.

After a while, another cry of agony rang out.

Watching his fellow tribesman lying on the ground, sucking blood like a wild beast, Cao Geng's fear reached its peak.

He wanted to run and scream, but he couldn't do anything...

When the bone knife was thrown at his feet, Cao Geng was stunned.

He wanted to stand still, but his body involuntarily bent down and picked up the bone knife.

Then, step by step, he walked towards his companion.

Seeing his weak companion's eyes filled with pleading and fear, he wanted to throw away the bone knife or turn around and kill these people. However, in the end, the bone knife mercilessly stabbed into his companion's thigh...

Cao Geng stood dazedly here, blood on his mouth and hands.

This blood was salty, somewhat like the water called 'salt' that was brought by those black people from the tribe.

His companion died, and there was no more blood flowing from him when he died.

Those widened eyes made Cao Geng feel very frightened.

But he soon stopped being afraid because his companion was separated by these evil people with stone knives and bone knives, and fire ignited here...

Unconsciously, Cao Geng's mouth moved, chewing on a piece of meat.

It was somewhat salty, like the meat sprinkled with salt he ate in the tribe.

Looking at the white bones on the ground, Cao Geng felt like he was dreaming.

He vaguely remembered that last year, when the weather was cold, and there was not much food in the tribe, his companion once said that he would kill and eat him as food.

Who could have thought that now, he had eaten him...

Feeling dizzy all over, Cao Geng felt nothing left to make him afraid. However, he became afraid again after walking forward with this group of people.

Because he suddenly realized that all their directions were leading toward his tribe!

His other companion was not leading the way ahead, so why did these people head straight towards his tribe?

"......Ah!"

He shouted, wanting to make these people stop, but besides receiving two beatings, he gained nothing.

These people continued to walk steadily towards their tribe.

Cao Geng was shocked and angry, but there was nothing he could do...

Two large-tailed squirrels, their eyes streaming with tears from the smoke, crawled out of the tree hole, embraced each other, and squatted on the pine tree branch, rejoicing at the departure of these terrifying bald monkeys...

The sun was setting slightly to the west. Step by step, Cao Geng approached the tribe. In the past, he would have been happy to return to the tribe, especially when he had hunted enough prey.

However, this time, he had no reason to return to the tribe. If possible, he would like to run away from it.

The gentle sunlight filtered through the gaps in the trees and fell on a not-so-conspicuous cave entrance.

Several naked young primitives were playing here.

A bit further away, some not very strong-bodied people were digging wild vegetables and picking fruits.

"...?!"

A taller young primitive saw a group of people coming from afar and couldn't help but cheer. He thought it was the people from the hunting tribe returning...