After walking together for a long time, Wu Bi already knew the ins and outs of how these stone hands ended up here.

They are the ones among the Stone Hands who dare not travel far - after Ye Yan established the human migration route, Beeswax and Rosin naturally also wanted to take their tribe to migrate and leave the species-dense jungle as soon as possible.

But at that time, Stone Hand had already built a camp in the jungle, and some timid people gave up the opportunity to migrate and chose to stay in the camp to develop.

Beeswax and Rosin had experienced this situation a long time ago and did not force them. Instead, they let them go their own way and led the group of relatively brave tribesmen to migrate north to the camp on the outskirts of the ice field.

After these timid people experienced several species plunders, they were finally captured by the Jackals and took over the camp. They became the Jackals' emergency food and were brought all the way here.

Having lost their camp and most of their tools, and being "eaten" by jackals day by day, they gradually lost the strength and will to resist, and became obedient "sweet people" who only wanted to live one more day.

That’s all.

Wu Bi decided to take them north, first to the camp of Shishoubu before making any plans. However, Wu Bi did not take them into Xiaoliang Dynasty immediately on the way - after seeing Shishoubu's cowardice, Wu Bi

I think they should be sharpened.

For no reason, the words "natural selection" kept lingering in Wu Bi's mind. Did humans find their own direction step by step in this constant migration? If they can't bear this long-distance move, is it?

Doesn’t it mean that they are the group of people who should be abandoned by the times?

Is it the right choice to take them to Cleft Foot? Or should I go on the road alone and join the tribe that truly belongs to me as early as possible?

This was also a baptism for Wu Bi himself - after walking only a few miles, Wu Bi had already seen the cruelty of this jungle.

As we walked, members of the Stone Hand tribe would often go missing or fall behind - some were kidnapped by the shadows on the trees, while others were trapped in vines and became nutrients for certain plants.

Whenever the bushes moved, Wu Bi could hear a commotion and screams. When he looked back, he would inexplicably lose some people.

Wu Bi himself was not without trouble - walking at the head of the team, he had killed five wild boars two people tall in a few hours, chopped down three piranha plants hidden behind trees, and chopped up insects.

countless.

Even the aliens who opened the way have changed three batches, losing eight people.

Looking at the map in his mind, the group of people had only walked a short distance - at this speed, it would probably take four or five days to reach the camp of Splitfoot, Wu Bi thought that it was almost done.

"Do you know how to cook dragon turtles?" Wu Bi turned around and said to Shishoubuzhong.

"Uh... cooking? Should I open the turtle shell, cut out the meat and roast it?" Everyone in Shishou was stunned, "You know, the gods taught me, and the gods said that our roast is delicious."

As he spoke, Shi Shou took out two pieces of flint from his arms.

"Then do you know how to cook jackals?" Wu Bi asked, imagining the wonderful expression on Splitfoot's face when he saw that he had killed so many jackals as prey.

"Yes, yes." The Stone Hands nodded repeatedly, as if they heard a glimmer of hope in Wu Bi's voice.

"Okay." Wu Bi brought all the numb Stone Hands into Xiaoliang Chao, leaving only Da Mo and himself outside.

When the Stone Hands came to the quiet and peaceful Xiaoliang Chaonei, they all panicked and hugged each other tightly surrounded by aliens.

After a moment of silence, the Stone Hands raised their heads and walked around. They found that there were no man-eating wild boars or entangled plants. There were even corpses of dragon turtles and jackals waiting for them to cook and become food...

The Stone Hand tribe finally became convinced that Wu Bi was a god, and they all cheered loudly, bowed to the sky, and became his sincere believers.

Wu Bi suddenly thought, if the Soul Arena is settled by some kind of genocide, does that mean that as long as the Stone Hands in Xiaoliang Chao survive, he will have completed his mission?

But if the settlement is based on the races that exist in Gaia, then you may need to take out insurance...

Thinking about it, Wu Bi released another Stone Hand Soldier from Xiaoliang Chao, and Da Mo held it in his hand as a safety net. Unexpectedly, the Stone Hand Soldier originally thought that he was in heaven, but was pulled back to reality by Wu Bi.

Ji Ling actually fainted.

Wu Bi secretly apologized and asked Da Mo to hold it more firmly while climbing onto Da Mo's shoulders.

Xiao Lu, Da Mo and Wu Bi were connected spiritually. They climbed up a tree in twos and twos and used all four hands to climb and walk like apes, quickly moving towards the camp of Split Foot.

Wu Bi looked at the map again, nodded, and was finally satisfied with the current speed of movement - at this rate, he could return to the Splitfoot camp before dark.

Looking inside Xiaoliang Chao, Wu Bize found that the Stone Hands had woken up from their astonishment. Some of them began to knock the corners of the dragon turtle, while others ran to the woodland of Xiaoliang Chao to cut trees and chop firewood in preparation for building a camp.

Already.

Wu Bi suddenly understood how to play the Soul Arena - the Cleft Foot is good at trekking and hunting, and the Stone Hand is good at development and construction. Maybe if the two are combined into one, there can be unexpected chemical reactions...

Lying on Da Mo's shoulder, Wu Bi was thoughtful.

…

"They abandoned us? Scarface and the others?" A jackal with a crooked mouth and slanted eyes stood blankly in the camp, his body arched into a question mark.

"Idiots, they were killed." A jackal with its tail cut off smelled the blood on the ground and looked in the direction Wu Bi left.

"Hahahaha Scarface is right, you are so stupid..." The jackal with a crooked mouth and slanted eyes laughed heartily, "How can a sweet man kill a jackal? They are food!"

"Idiot, God said that he has seen a more powerful sweet man in the north who can tear your broken mouth apart." Duanwei growled.

"A more powerful sweet man? Sweeter?" The first jackal didn't understand the point.

"Idiot..." Broken Tail slapped the first jackal in the face, making him even more crooked.

After cutting off the tail, he took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb all the smell of blood.

"Ah! I remembered, God said that if you find a more powerful sweet person, call him..." Another jackal suddenly raised its head and shouted, and then heard the broken tail howling in the sky.

"Ouch——"

Broken Tail roared, and all the jackals who had just gone on patrol couldn't help but join in. The sound resounded through the jungle and spread far away.

Not long after, a sharper howl came from the depths of the jungle, causing birds and insects to rise up one after another, as if they sensed the danger of death.
Chapter completed!