I am a Primitive Man

Huchi~huchi~

In the dim granary, Wu gasped heavily.

It was dark inside the granary. During the fierce 'war' just now, the oil lamp brought by Wu had been blown out by the wind.

Dead or not! Dead or not!

The panting Wu, holding back his breath, was still stabbing the bronze spear randomly into the gap.

It's a pity that these annoying little things are very difficult to deal with. If they are easily dealt with like this, they will not become one of the three evils in the future.

Attacks of this level by witches cannot cause them any harm.

And as time went on, the rats who were used to this kind of attack were basically able to ignore it.

In the beginning, they ran around screaming 'Zhi Zhi', but now, let the witch poke here randomly, these guys don't know where to hide and just keep silent.

The tossing and sweating witch finally stopped this meaningless movement, he wanted to go out and find a more convenient tool to kill these things.

However, he stopped halfway, because after thinking for a while, it seemed that there was really nothing that could deal with them.

The distressed Wu stood here thinking of a solution, and the granary, which had been in chaos for a while, completely calmed down.

Squeak...

After being quiet for a while, there was a sound in the darkness, followed by some rustling sounds.

Wu clenched the bronze dagger in his hand and waited quietly, his eyes fixed on the opening of the granary.

die!

Seeing the opportunity, Wu stabbed out the bronze dagger, but was blocked by the granary in the dark, so after a lot of chaos, he returned without success.

die!

Squeak...

In the granary, after a while of silence, there will be a commotion...

#￥%!

These rats really made Wu anxious,

Let the witch, who has never spoken the original language of the tribe for a long time, speak out the original language.

boom!

The door of the granary slammed against the door frame, and the sweaty Wu walked out from inside.

Still angry, he originally wanted to throw the bronze dagger and the bronze ax in his hand on the ground, but raised his hand halfway, thinking about it, he couldn't bear it, but he still didn't throw it out.

Fortune General, Fortification General~

The angry witch saw Fu Jiang who was nursing the child there, his eyes lit up, and he immediately paid attention.

Bite! Kill them!

The dazed general Fu and several other dogs of unknown generations were led into the granary by the witch.

Gritting his teeth, Wu cheered up Fu Jiang and them, and after a good explanation, he withdrew from the granary.

In order to prevent these damned little things from escaping, he also closed the door of the granary, leaving only a small crack.

The witch was crouching in front of the crack of the door without any image, clenched a fist, secretly hating in his heart.

Woo woo woo...

Squeak...

Bite! Kill them!

The granary, which had been silent for a long time, finally moved. Fu Jiang did not disappoint Wu, and launched an attack on the little things protruding out.

Wu, who had held his breath for a while, now also clenched his fists, gnashing his teeth and muttering to cheer up the lieutenants.

Han Cheng still had the stone, and came back with an empty tree. He heard the sound from a distance, and saw Wu lying in front of the crack of the door.

What is this doing?

Even Han Cheng, who was well-informed, was also dazed by the scene in front of him at this moment.

Wu, why...

After standing here and looking at the equally confused Shitou for a while, Han Cheng came to the door of the granary and asked.

Kill them to death! Kill them to death...Son of God...

Wu, who was determined to kill these mice, found out Han Cheng's arrival after mumbling for a long time.

Wu, who has always been more stable, saw some tears in his cloudy old eyes when he saw Han Cheng at this time.

Why is this? Actually made Wu almost cry?

Han Cheng was even more shocked...

Han Cheng, who understood what was going on, looked in through the crack of the door, and he could see the fuzzy figures of Fu Jiang and them in the dim light.

The corner of Han Cheng's mouth couldn't help twitching, this is a real dog taking a mouse...

To say that the animals living in the tribe are really hard enough, and they often wear several hats.

The deer not only pull the sledge, but also pull the carts and plows, doing all the work of the cows, horses, and donkeys.

Fujiang and these dogs are not bad, guarding the door, hunting, defending the herd... Now they are doing the work that should belong to the cat...

After a while of flying chickens and dogs jumping around, the granary became quiet, Wu couldn't wait to open the door, lit the oil lamp with a torch, and entered the granary, hoping to see the results of the battle as soon as possible.

However, there were no rat corpses in the granary, but Fu Jiang looked ashamed of them.

One of the dogs got stuck in the gap, showing a fluffy buttocks, moaning helplessly...

It's useless...

At this time, Wu completely forgot how he had invited them in before, and angrily slapped them on the head.

The unlucky guy who got stuck in the gap was even a witch who had developed some bad habits by using wolf hair to make a writing brush.

Han Cheng couldn't laugh or cry watching this childish scene.

Seeing that this dog is really pitiful, if it goes on like this, the witch will probably strip off the whole 'pants', so he hurriedly asked Shi Shi to go out and find a stick.

Insert it in the gap, put one side against the wall, and pry the scorpion to one side.

After the gap widened a bit, the physically and mentally devastated Gouzi struggled to get out.

Not daring to stay here any longer, he ran out without looking back.

Fu Jiang and the rest of the dogs probably also remembered the horror of being plucked by the witch before, and they slipped away quietly...

God... Son of God...

Wu looked at Han Cheng as if he was about to cry. He really lost his temper today because of these things.

Han Cheng was also muttering in his heart. He didn't expect that the tribe had only stored food for two years, and these guys had already come to the door.

Does this count as domesticating another animal in the tribe?

Thinking this way in his heart, Han Cheng was not going to let these guys go.

Not to mention the waste of food, these guys still carry the germs.

Not to mention the rest, just the plague is enough to make Han Cheng want to drive these things to extinction.

It's a pity that it's not cold enough now, otherwise after catching them, take these guys outside, pry open their mouths, pull out their tongues and stick them on the bronze ware, let them taste whether the copper in winter is also sweet!

Don't worry, I have a solution.

Han Cheng said to Wu with a smile.

As a person who has never missed a mousetrap to trap mice, he really has a way to deal with these uninvited guests.

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