The black tribulation thunder of the old man with three tumors easily broke 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 monsters in the sea could compete with the black dragon of the abyss, but similar ones The effects of sorcery 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 footsteps left by the Cyclops. As light as a cat and as agile as a leopard, it gradually moved away from the coast and went deep into the unfamiliar mountains and forests inland.
Traveling between the nest and the coast all year round, the Cyclops had long opened a wide road in the mountains and forests. They did not conceal their whereabouts, nor did they create suspicion or deliberately be on guard. The movement of these big guys is so loud, which 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' nest is located deep in the mountain forest. They are wolf-like and cannot find a suitable cave, so they can only rely on themselves and build a wooden house with thick and straight hemlock trees. The workmanship is very rough. , the vertical logs are used as walls, the tops are sharpened and roughly aligned, the horizontal logs are used as the roof, with a hole at each end, and they are placed on the wooden wall at random heights. The gaps are covered with a thick layer of silt, and the roof is randomly piled with branches. Yaya, some have taken root, branched out, and bloomed.
There was an open space in front of the wooden house. The soil was trampled hard as hard as iron. More than ten uncarved feldspars formed a circle, and a bonfire was lit in the center. Three people sat around the fire. He was an old Cyclops, with skin and flesh gone, and a face full of wrinkles. A necklace made of fish teeth hung around his neck. His eyes were half open and half closed, and he was warming himself by the fire.
The tribesmen who went out for hunting returned to the nest. The leader sat down by the fire and showed no respect for the three old guys. He roared a few times and gave orders, and the remaining Cyclops moved quickly. He tore off the fish skin, bit it with his hands and mouth, and threw large pieces of fish meat on the muddy ground, piled high into a mountain of meat.
Four or five one-eyed cubs emerged from the wooden house. They poked their heads in and out, but they were too timid 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 were delighted. They gathered around and started chewing.
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, except for the huge fish head, which no one touched.
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, struggled to lift the fish's mouth with one arm, picked out a dozen of them with thick, long and intact sharp teeth, and then gouged them out. The two fish eyes devoured it, opened the fish bones, and ate the tender meat in the head wantonly. The tribesmen who went out to hunt waited for the leader to eat, and according to the amount of effort they had made during the trip, they stepped forward to pick out the fish teeth and ate the meat from the fish head. Each of them looked solemn and silent, as ifSome kind of sacred ritual was being performed.
Everyone took a turn 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 a look of fascination on his face. An intoxicated look. 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 took a fish tooth from his neck and carefully placed it on him. in front of. 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 chief received two parts, the tribesmen participating in the hunt each took one part, and the cubs took one part 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 was tied up with bark ropes and hung on the roof, where the wind and sunshine turned into Dried fish, set aside for future enjoyment.
After eating and drinking, the Cyclops narrowed their eyes one by one and staggered around, feeling exhausted. The leader called everyone back to the wooden house, fell down and fell asleep, with earth-shattering snores that 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 left quietly, returned to the cliff by the sea, ate the flesh and blood of the dead Cyclops to replenish the demon essence, and then sneaked back to their lair, hiding among the branches and leaves, and using the great power to Patiently, silently observing this group of Cyclops.
Three old men and five cubs. Apart from 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. Tigers and elephants are just "snacks before meals" to them, and only 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. The big fish in the sea cannot resist the temptation of carrion and will fail in eight out of ten cases.
Occasionally, the old man with three tumors will surface and use black magic to retaliate against the Cyclops for killing his descendants. His cultivation is limited, and he always comes and goes like a thunderbolt. Most of the time, he is shot from the leader's eyes. Due to the restraint of Huang Guang, there were not many opportunities to kill the Cyclops for revenge, but the Cyclops could not 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 Cyclops 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 obtained from hunting when they were young. The bigger the fish teeth, the better they are.The more food you 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.
The days he stayed in the nest were spent doing nothing, eating, sleeping, and eating. Other than that, the Cyclops was keen on sitting around the campfire, roasting it and counting the fish teeth he had received. This is the "wealth" they use to exchange for food, fill their stomachs, and continue to live when they are old and unable to go out hunting. 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. (..)