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Chapter 2975: Cultivation of the Flood Desolation!


"Strong Arm" was awakened by a "ding-dong-dang" sound.

This is the beginning of chaos and the beginning of a new era.

The world is dark.

Volcanoes are erupting everywhere, and black smoke is filling the air.

While the earth is shaking, it also brings rich nutrients.

Jungles grow freely, and birds and animals gallop freely. , and even gave birth to "Strong Arm", a spiritual and social being with preliminary intelligence and sociality, a caveman who drinks blood from his hair.

"Strong Arm" is the leader of the twenty or thirty cavemen in this cave.

As a distant relative of early humans, they have strong bodies, faces and shoulders that develop laterally.

They are covered with long hair, and their hands and feet are wrapped with developed muscles.

If you say it's a human, it's more like a gorilla standing upright.

The cavemen's foreheads slope backward, but their lower jaws protrude forward.

This skull structure not only gives them strong bite force, but also limits the development of their brain capacity and wisdom, so they have not yet learned to polish tools that are too delicate. , let alone learn to plant and raise animals, they just make rough stone axes, wooden spears and bone sticks, chase prey every day, and collect fruits.

Chasing prey requires a lot of energy.

A sleepy person may be escaped by plump prey, or forget to distinguish the tracks of beasts, leading to unimaginable consequences.

As the leader of the cavemen, the sleep of "Strong Arm" is a matter of life and death for the entire group. event.

Therefore, when he was woken up before dawn, "Strong Arm" had accumulated a lot of anger and was full of high vigilance.

The hair all over his body stood up like a chimpanzee, and he made a "snoring" sound deep in his chest. .

The other men, or male cavemen, in the cave were also awakened by the strange noise.

"Hairless", "one more", "pig claws", the men looked at each other in confusion, and then cast their turbid eyes on the leader, gesticulating with curled fingers, asking "Strong Arm" what's going on?

The sound of "ding ding dong dong" actually came from the deepest part of the cave.

At the end of the darkness, there was a faint firelight shining faintly!

This cave is warm, rugged, and long, making it the best place for cave dwellers to live.

But the cave slopes downward, getting deeper and deeper, with nothing at the end.

It is not suitable for survival, and it is impossible for a "sacred tree" to be struck by lightning and ignite a raging fire.

These cavemen are still exploring the secrets of making fire, and have an instinctive curiosity and awe for flames.

Even though it was a weak firelight, it was enough to stimulate the pupils of all cavemen, shrinking them to the size of a pinhead.

"Strong Arm" rubbed its sharp canine teeth, picked up a slightly polished stone ax, made gestures, and crawled toward the end of the cave with the male caveman.

Soon, they saw an extremely exquisitely crafted torch made from pine cones, animal oil and bone rods.

It was far ahead of its time.

It burned forever, had almost no smoke, and also gave off a very good smell. .

The flame stung their eyes, made their pores shrink, their muscles stiffen, and their breathing difficult.

Even the strongest and boldest leader, "Strong Arm", almost screamed and ran away with his head in his arms.

But what surprised them even more was the thin and small figure reflected in the swaying flames.

"It's 'Crooked Neck'!"

"One More", who has six fingers on his right hand, dances and gestures to "Strong Arm" to relieve each other's tension.

These early cavemen had not yet mastered the ability to speak.

Their rough throats could only emit strange roars composed of short syllables, and the flames of the claws and teeth sealed their throats tightly, so they did not dare to make a sound. .

No need to say "one more", "Strong Arm" also recognizes it.

"Crooked Neck" is the thinnest caveman in this small cave.

If the other cavemen are all chimpanzees, and "Strong Arm" himself is a gorilla, then "Crooked Neck" is simply a hairless monkey.

Such a thin caveman originally had no right to survive in the cruel wilderness.

But although he is thin, he runs very fast.

He is also good at polishing stone axes, making stone spears and all kinds of strange things.

He can often smell the scent of beasts to prevent the hunting team from being wiped out.

His "strong arm" also So he reluctantly kept him.

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In addition to being very thin, "Crooked Neck" also has another problem that is not a fault.

Every night, he seldom sleeps.

Instead, he likes to run outside, into the wilderness where he can't see his fingers, tilt his neck, look up at the stars, and watch the whole world.

The bright stars in the sky fell into long thoughts.

Outside the cave, under the dark night, is a world of ferocious beasts, including saber-toothed tigers, woolly lions, and ubiquitous wolves and giant ancient pigs.

I don’t know how the crooked neck can escape the invasion of so many ferocious beasts.

Fortunately, this early tribe of cavemen has not yet developed primitive religion.

Otherwise, aliens like "Crooked Neck" would definitely be regarded as "devils" by the tribe and thrown under the cliff to please the gods.

In fact, according to the naming rules of cavemen, "Crooked Neck" should be called "Looking at Stars".

However, the poor brains of these cavemen are still unable to understand the concept of heaven and earth, let alone what things are flashing in the sky whenever the night sky comes.

In their view, they are just meaningless objects.

Just a small point of light.

Their short syllables and the arrangement of their ten fingers were unable to describe such an inscrutable concept as "stars", so they had no choice but to use habitual movements to call this thin fellow "Crooked Neck".

Including "Strong Arm", all the cavemen knew that "Crooked Neck" was an outlier in the group, but no one thought that "Crooked Neck" would be so weird.

He was doing something under the light of the fire.

Something that no one has seen, cannot describe, and cannot understand.

He is painting.

He first used a sharp stone spear to carve out rough lines on the limestone, and then applied it with pigments refined from grinding various ores and adding water, blood and grease to create a primitive, simple, rough and full-featured look.

The mural of life tension appears in front of many cavemen.

In the dark and chaotic sea of ​​​​thoughts of cavemen, there is no room for art, religion and imagination to roam freely.

As the leader, "Strong Arm" should immediately stop the ridiculous behavior of "Crooked Neck", but his throat and strong His arms were tightly grasped by an invisible force, unable to roar or wave his arms, he could only stare blankly.

As he watched, a light of wisdom, like clear spring water, seemed to flow from the fingers of "Crooked Neck" into the narrow ventricle of "Strong Arm", making him vaguely understand the meaning of this mural.

"Crooked Neck" first painted a lot of little people under the mural.

These little people were wielding stone axes and spears, and seemed to be chasing... wild boars and bison.

That, that was their daily life, that represented them!

Then, "Crooked Neck" drew a lot of small dots on the top of the mural.

There are also spreading radiating lines around the small dots, which are the things hanging high in the sky, the sun, moon and stars.

Finally, "Crooked Neck" drew many dotted lines from the little people who represented them, leading to the sun, moon and stars in the sky.

At the end of the dotted lines, many arrows were also drawn.

What does this mean?

Does it mean that these cavemen who have just transformed from mud dots will one day be able to fly to the sun, moon and stars?

"Strong Arm" doesn't know.

He just felt that there were many new concepts, new vocabulary, new pictures and bizarre fantasies pouring into the depths of his brain, or simply pouring out of the depths of his brain.

The sun, moon, stars, heaven and earth, universe, flying, exploration...

He really wanted to find a new way of expression, explain all these concepts to the tribesmen, and then search with the tribesmen to find a way to fly to the sun. .

"Strong Arm" was overwhelmed by this huge, deep, distant and ever-changing world, and clear tears flowed from the corners of his cloudy eyes.

He stood there blankly, and the stone ax fell to the ground unknowingly.

His people are "one more", "hairless", "pig claws"... all of them are the same.

"Crooked Neck" completed the mural, his fingers were worn out, and the last stroke was completely stained with blood.

He turned around, looked at his dumbfounded and thoughtful tribesmen, and grinned, a smile that was extremely bright, pure, and peaceful.

While the tribesmen were still in a trance and unable to control themselves, "Crooked Neck" quietly slipped into the shadows beyond the reach of the torch, pressed against the cave wall, bypassed the tribesmen, and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

He tiptoed and walked very carefully, not wanting to wake up the sleeping woman and child.

"Crooked Neck" pushed open the rock that blocked the entrance of the cave, and then blocked the cave again from the outside.

Then step by step, he arrived in the wilderness at dawn.

The sun has not yet risen, but waves of red light have already risen on the horizon, outlining steep, majestic and thrilling mountain ridges.

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The river surges, everything wakes up, and the roars of beasts and the chirping of birds gradually come from the distance, forming an ancient chorus.

"Crooked Neck" looked at everything reluctantly, took a deep breath, licked his saliva with his curled hands, and carefully combed his hair for the last time.

Under the reflection of the morning glow, the hair on his body exudes a bright red color, and in the depth of the red, there are faint wisps of golden light.

He is obviously a frail monkey, but he exudes a touching and soul-stirring energy that neither heaven nor earth can do.

The scent of covering up.

Suddenly, he stopped combing, groped carefully, and found a flea from between the hairs.

I habitually wanted to squeeze it to death, but after thinking about it, I curled up my fingers and flicked the flea out, towards the wilderness of infinite possibilities.

The rocks blocking the cave behind him were pushed away again, and the urgent roars of "Strong Arm" and others were heard.

"Crooked Neck" didn't even look back, smiled slightly, jumped up, faced the rising sun, and turned into a rainbow!