I am a Primitive Man

Chapter 516: He's such a shaman?!

The north wind howled from afar, bringing with it a biting chill.

All things shivered. The bare branches emitted helpless whimpers, yet they still managed to escape the clutches of the cold wind in the tribe.

The weather suddenly turned cold, and the houses were not fully built. Chang Tui and the others could only endure this bitter cold, suffering like a knife cutting through their skin, as they continued to work hard, hoping to finish building their homes as soon as possible.

This way, they could avoid freezing.

The cold wind hit their faces and hands, making their skin ache. At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before the biting wind would cut the exposed skin.

In such circumstances, Chang Tui and the others, who had long forgotten the Flying Snake Tribe, recalled that tribe again.

They remembered the tribe that had turned to ashes, rotting in the dung pit for a month or two before being spread onto the fields by the shaman.

At this time of year in the past, the shaman had already begun to pray to the heavenly gods for that white substance.

Now that the shaman was dead, that magical white substance was gone, too. This winter was bound to be difficult to endure.

“Come here!”

Just as they bowed their heads to reality and prepared to endure the cold wind, a few people walked out from the courtyard.

The person in the lead held a pottery jar in their hand and greeted Chang Tui and the others.

After a month or two of intensive teaching from the Green Sparrow Tribe, these slaves could now understand some simple Mandarin and speak a bit.

Chang Tui curiously scratched his head, unsure of what was happening.

It didn’t seem like mealtime yet, and they only brought one pottery jar, which wasn’t enough for everyone to eat.

Curious and confused, Chang Tui and the others stopped their work and gathered around as instructed.

“Hiss~!”

When they saw what was inside the jar, everyone, including Chang Tui, gasped in shock.

This tribe had the white substance?

And they brought out so much at once?

This revelation had an even greater impact on Chang Tui and the others than when they first heard of the shaman’s death.

In their minds, this substance was extremely precious and mysterious because it was a gift from the heavenly gods!

After the shaman prayed to the heavenly gods each year, they became very exhausted and took a day or two to recover.

This substance was precious in their tribe. When going out, only the tribe's leader could carry and safeguard it, and it was a rare and cherished item.

This thing that they believed was unique to the Flying Snake Tribe and that they would never see again had suddenly appeared before their eyes.

And it had appeared in such large quantities!

Moreover, the one holding it was not the tribe leader but an ordinary person.

The heavenly gods should only give such a treasure sparingly, right?

Such a precious item should be treated with utmost care and importance, shouldn’t it?

How could this be…?

Watching the person casually place down the jar, scoop out a handful of the precious substance, rub it between their hands, and apply it to their face as a demonstration, Chang Tui and the others were left in a daze.

It was too extravagant, too wasteful!

It was a precious item; even the former tribe leader wouldn’t dare to scoop out so much at once.

Yet here was an ordinary person in the tribe, scooping out so much without batting an eye.

After demonstrating, the person noticed that these onlookers were still in a stupor, thinking they hadn’t understood. After a moment, they scooped out some more and repeated the previous actions, continuing to demonstrate for them.

Chang Tui and the others' eyes widened even more; this was far too extravagant!

“Come here, apply it.”

After finishing the demonstration, seeing that these people had become even more dazed, the person thought for a moment and ultimately chose not to continue demonstrating. Instead, they reached over to pull someone from the side and, using their greasy hands, scooped out some of the oil, placing it on this person's hand to indicate that he should learn to apply it as they had.

At that moment, Chang Tui suddenly realized that his original tribe had a shaman who could pray to the heavenly gods, and now this tribe also had a shaman.

Not only that, but there was also a higher level of being—a divine child.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

If that was the case, it was not surprising that this tribe had so much of this precious white substance.

However, Chang Tui could sense the vast difference between the shaman of his original tribe and the divine child of this tribe from how these precious items were treated.

“Apply it well. After you’re done, hurry back to work. This stuff is extracted from meat and is the best for making soup; it’s delicious…”

The person looked at the slaves who approached to apply the oil and mumbled, not caring whether they understood since he spoke pretty happily.

After allowing these people to apply the oil, the person left, leaving a crowd of stunned individuals behind, among whom the most shocked was the crooked-nosed Cao Geng.

Cao Geng showed great talent in terms of language. Just as he had quickly mastered the Flying Snake Tribe's language before, during his time in the Green Sparrow Tribe, Cao Geng's Mandarin had also become significantly better than the other slaves.

While the others did not understand the person’s monologue, Cao Geng comprehended it.

This precious substance wasn’t obtained by praying to the heavenly gods but rather extracted from meat.

He recalled some of his initial discoveries from the pottery jar and combined it with what the person had just said, feeling completely dazed.

What about the shaman’s prayers to the heavenly gods?

Could it be that the original shaman had been deceiving them all along?

“Hurry up…”

Seeing that Cao Geng was standing in a daze and not working, someone shouted in dissatisfaction, urging him to return to work.

Still dazed, Cao Geng relayed what he had just heard from the person to everyone.

As soon as he spoke, the surroundings fell silent.

How… how could this be possible?

The gifts from the heavenly gods turned out to be extracted from meat?

However, recalling how each time the shaman prayed, they would prepare a lot of meat as offerings and how the cave would always be filled with the smell of burning meat after the sacrifices, they had no choice but to believe this claim…

The former Flying Snake Tribe members suddenly felt like something had shattered; their former shaman's lofty and mysterious image instantly collapsed.

So that’s what the shaman was like!

This was the collective thought of all the Flying Snake Tribe people after their astonishment.

In the distance, a small whirlwind suddenly rose from the sullied white ground before dissipating weakly.

It was uncertain whether it was the shaman of the now-turned-to-ashes Flying Snake Tribe, enraged after being exposed, but this seemed to be the last roar of frustration…