The black tribulation thunder of the old man with three tumors could easily break through the body of the Cyclops. It seemed to be even more powerful than the five-color tribulation thunder. Wei Shiqi did not think that the demons in the sea could compete with the black dragon of the abyss, but similar demons, The effects received are completely different, and their roots lie in the aura of heaven and earth in this world. (..) For Wei Shiqi, only by devouring flesh and blood can he seize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and then practice the "One Mustard Cave". The opportunity cannot be missed. The Cyclops is the prey, and he is the hunter lurking in the darkness.
The Cyclops was blown to pieces by the thunder. He hurriedly gathered the remaining body, hid it in the gap of the cliff, folded branches to cover it, and then followed the footprints left by the Cyclops. His steps were as light as a cat and his movements were agile. Like a leopard, it gradually moves away from the coast and goes deep into the unfamiliar mountains and forests inland.
Traveling between their nests and the coast all year round, the Cyclops had already opened a wide road in the mountains and forests. They did not conceal their whereabouts, nor did they raise suspicions or deliberately be on guard. The movement of these big guys in Wei Qi was so loud, This means that in this mountain forest, they are at the top of the food chain and are the most powerful existence. No one can pose a threat to them.
The Cyclops' lair was located deep in the mountain forest. They were wolf-like and could not find a suitable cave, so they had to rely on their own efforts. They built a wooden house out of thick and straight hemlock trees. The workmanship was very rough. , a crossbar is used as the roof, with a hole at each end, and is placed on the wooden wall at various heights. The gaps are covered with a thick layer of silt. The roof is randomly piled with branches, criss-crossing, some of which have taken root and branched out. The flowers came.
There was an open space in front of the wooden house. The soil was trampled hard as iron. More than a dozen rough feldspars formed a circle. A bonfire was lit in the center. Around the fire sat three decrepit Cyclops. The dewlap has disappeared, the face is full of wrinkles, a necklace made of fish teeth hangs around the neck, the eyes are half open and half closed, and they are warmed by the fire.
The tribesmen who went out for hunting returned to their lair. The leader sat down by the fire and showed no respect to the three old guys. He roared a few times and gave orders. The remaining Cyclops quickly pulled off the fish skin and tore its mouth with his hands. Bite, and throw the fish meat into large pieces on the muddy ground, piled up into a high mountain of meat.
Four or five one-eyed cubs emerged from the wooden house. They poked their heads in and were afraid to come forward. The leader grabbed a thick and heavy piece of fish meat and threw it in front of them. The one-eyed cubs happily gathered around and started to chew.
The fish was peeled off, and the blood and internal organs were put into a huge wooden basin. There were about ten basins full. Nothing was wasted. Only the huge fish head was left, and no one touched it.
The leader looked around at everyone, stood up proudly, walked around to the fish's head, raised his foot to step on the lower jaw, raised the fish's mouth with one arm, picked off a dozen of them with his thick, long and intact sharp teeth, and gouged out two fish eyes, and wolfed them down. After eating, open the fish bones and enjoy the tender meat in the head. The tribesmen who were out hunting waited for the leader to finish eating, and then stepped forward to pick out the fish teeth and eat the meat from the fish head one by one according to the amount of effort they had made during the trip. Each of them looked solemn and silent, as if they were performing some kind of sacred ritual.
Everyone took turns and gnawed the fish head clean. The leader stepped forward again, opened the skull, picked up the brain with his hands and brought it to his lips. He sucked it into his mouth with a purr, with an intoxicated look on his face. A giant fish that grew up like this had only a handful of brains, and everyone looked at him with envy. Obviously, for the Cyclops, fish eyes meant glory, and fish brains were the supreme delicacy.
At the end of the ceremony, the leader patted his belly and was very satisfied. He roared a few words at the three old Cyclops, who silently removed a fish tooth from his neck and carefully placed it in front of him. The leader examined the fish teeth, depending on their size and quality, and selected three wooden basins filled with fish blood and internal organs. He also took a few pieces of fish meat, dipped them in them, and distributed them to the three of them.
The remaining fish meat and offal were divided into equal parts. The leader received two shares, the tribesmen participating in the hunt each received one share, and the cubs received one share together.
After the distribution was complete, the Cyclops sat on the long stone in twos and threes, warming themselves over the fire while eating. The leftover fish meat was tied up with bark ropes and hung on the roof. The wind and sunshine turned it into dried fish for future enjoyment. .
After eating and drinking, the Cyclops narrowed their eyes one by one and staggered around, feeling tired. The leader called everyone back to the wooden house, fell asleep and fell asleep. His snoring was earth-shattering and could be heard for miles. The bonfire gradually extinguished, and the ashes were blown by the wind and fluttered into the jungle. The pale fish bones were casually discarded aside, and the tooth marks were clearly visible.
Wei Shiqi quietly left and returned to the cliff by the sea. He ate the flesh and blood of the dead Cyclops to replenish the demon energy, then sneaked back to their lair, hiding among the branches and leaves, and silently observed the group of Cyclops with great patience. .
There are three old men and five cubs. Besides the leader, there are still twelve young and strong Cyclops. Their group is not big and cannot be big. The Cyclops eat an astonishing amount. To them, the tigers and elephants in the mountains are just nothing. "Snack before dinner", only the big fish in the sea can truly fill their stomachs.
Every half a month, when the fish meat is exhausted, the Cyclops will follow the leader to the beach to hunt, discard the leftover fish bones on the beach, and pack up the iron hooks and ropes to fish. The bait is a piece of sticky, foul-smelling carrion, which is made by burying animal meat under a lantern tree and rotting it. Bull elephant meat is the best. Big fish in the sea cannot resist the temptation of carrion, and eight out of ten of them will fail.
Occasionally, the old man with three tumors would surface and use sorcery to retaliate against the Cyclops for killing his descendants. His cultivation was limited, and he was always a lightning bolt when he came and went. Most of the time, he was restrained by the yellow light from the leader's eyes and killed. The Cyclops didn't have many chances to take revenge, but the Cyclops couldn't do anything to him. At most, he would be beaten to pieces, his head would be bleeding, and he would flee into the sea in panic.
After catching a big fish, the contributing Cyclops first gathered around to enjoy it, and then dragged the prey back to the nest. They do not have the concept of "respecting the elderly". In order for the three old Cyclops to have enough to eat, they must use the fish teeth they hunted when they were young. The bigger and better the fish teeth are, the more food they can get in exchange. In sharp contrast, the one-eyed cubs enjoy privileges and can get the best portion of the fish every time. When the fish is finished, the leader will take out his own share and help them. This is his duty. obligations.
They did nothing during the days they stayed in the lair, eating, sleeping, and eating. In addition, the Cyclops was keen on sitting around the campfire, roasting the fish teeth and counting their portions. This was because they were unable to go out when they got old. Hunting is used in exchange for food, filling the stomach, and "wealth" to continue living. Not accumulating enough fish teeth showed that they did not work hard enough when they were young and deserved to starve to death. No Cyclops would pity their aging clansmen.
Of course, the prerequisite for enjoying these fish teeth is that they are lucky enough to live to be "old".
Wei Shiqi observed them for a long time, and he noticed that these Cyclops never practiced.
