I’m Cooking the Behemoth in the Primitive World

The priest's grandfather's family is surrounded in the inner circle, and the outer circle is those who are reluctant to bear the priest's grandfather.

Nearly a hundred people just sat around the coffin like this. No one spoke, the only voice was a low sob. The scene was extremely depressing.

The eyes of several children were swollen from crying. I don't know how long they have been crying, and their voices have been hoarse.

Today, the hunting team didn't even go out. They gathered around, thinking about the past of Grandpa Priest.

Patriarch Baihu used the emergency food stored in the family for the winter. In the eyes of the patriarch Baihu, the departure of the white priest was as serious as the natural disaster in the clan.

A dozen females are processing the food on the sidelines. Patriarch Baihu said that today is a special day, so if they want to be full, they have to eat all the time, from morning to night. Never let the white priests go uneasy and worry that they will not have enough to eat.

One of the females was peeling potatoes, and she cried when she was peeling them. Large tears rolled from his cheeks.

She knew that everyone was very sad now, but she couldn't help but say, "There is no grandfather priest to share food today."

It was just a very ordinary sentence, but it touched the tears of the females. Even the old female who kept bowing her head silently, as if nothing happened, also shed tears.

There is no white priest to distribute food today, and there will be no more in the future.

Guo Zian followed behind Bai Shanjun, holding a dry branch in his hand. They put the dry branches under the coffin. These branches will become fuel for burning the coffin. The more branches there are, the more the fire will grow, which shows that everyone is unwilling to give up to the priest's grandfather.

Guo Zi'an didn't want to understand it at first, but later realized that being a little hotter is actually good.

Bone-buried wilderness will be dug up and bitten by bloodthirsty beasts. It is better to completely turn to ashes. At least the bones of your loved ones will return to the earth and the river, without being ruined and gnawed by the beasts.

On the contrary, those who are disgusted by people are not allowed to be buried, and they are thrown directly into the forest and become food for wild animals. They will eat and bite, and will not die.

The priest's grandfather was lying in the coffin, the weather was cold, his face was only paler, his eyes closed tightly, as if he was asleep. It's just that they all know that Grandpa Priest has no breath, he really left this world.

Guo Zi'an silently read a few farewell words and put down the branches in his hands.

Bai Shanjun was holding a large bundle of branches in his hand. He looked at the priest's grandfather in the coffin without speaking.

The sky began to fall again.

Hao fell on everyone's heads and shoulders, cold and hard, like the skinny hands of the priest's grandfather touching their heads.

Bai Shan remembered the time he spent with the priest grandfather since childhood.

Although he has elders, the priest grandfather knows that his family is special, so he always takes special care of him, often gives him delicious things, teaches him various herbs, and some hunting skills.

At that time, Baishan was very mischievous, and if you had milk, you were a mother. Seeing that there were so many delicious things on the priest's grandfather, he often stopped by the priest's grandfather. If you can't find Bai Shanjun at home any day, you can find it at the priest's grandfather. Every time you find it, you will definitely see Bai Shanjun in the priest's grandfather's cave, eating the priest's grandfather's ration.

They all say half-and-half children, eat poor people. Although Bai Shanjun was a child at that time, he ate a lot. Although Grandpa Priest is a priest, he has many children brought up, and each child is divided into a bit. Baishan eats another big bite, and Grandpa Priest himself can only save himself.

Fortunately, the biological children of the priest's grandfather are not bad, so he can't starve himself, but the priest's grandfather's biological children will not over subsidize the priest's grandfather, and it will save the children of other families in vain.

When Bai Shanjun’s father saw Bai Shanjun eating the priest’s grandfather’s ration, it was naturally another meal. However, the priest's grandfather would stop him, and smiled and told Bai Shanjun to come again next time.

Later, Baishan was able to hunt, and he gave food to the priest's grandfather. Even if he moved to live outside the forest, Bai Shanjun occasionally brought some food back to the priest's grandfather. Bai Shan knew that Grandpa Priest had no shortage of food, but this was the only thing he could do. He also knew that Grandpa Priest's greatest wish was to watch every child in the ethnic group grow up healthily.

Guo Zi'an did not disturb Bai Shanjun, always standing beside Bai Shanjun, accompanied by Bai Shanjun.

I don't know how long it took before Bai Shanjun put down the branches in his hands. He put it slowly, one by one, around the coffin of the priest's grandfather. Bai Shanjun had a lot of branches in his arms, and he walked a lot before putting the branches in his hands.

When Bai Shanjun turned to leave, Guo Zian took Bai Shanjun's hand.

Guo Zi'an's hands were cold, and when they touched Bai Shanjun's, they were like ice. Bai Shanjun's hands were also cold.

The two cold hands clasped each other and slowly walked to the outermost circle of the crowd, waiting for everyone to look at Grandpa Priest for the last time.

Many orcs who live outside come back with their partners or alone. They all hold the branches and stack them a little bit.

During the period, Guo Zi'an got a bowl of hot soup. The soup has meat and potatoes, which is very rich. The taste was cooked by Guo Zian before. It's just that everyone is bored, no matter how delicious the broth is, there is no taste.

Because the number of Baihu people is small and there are not many branches, Baishan went to the forest to pick up branches several times and added them layer by layer.

Some unwilling orcs in the group also went out to pick up branches. Guo Zi'an wanted to follow Bai Shanjun out, by the way, but Bai Shanjun stopped him.

Guo Zian saw that Bai Shanjun's eyes were red, and understood that Bai Shanjun wanted to be alone, nodded to express his understanding and stay where he was.

Until the evening, the coffin of the priest's grandfather was deeply sunk in the branches.

Tonight is a good weather, and you can see the moon in the sky.

It was almost time, and the patriarch Baihu lit a branch. The branches crackled and burned, and the orange flame wrapped the coffin.

Guo Zian and Bai Shan are sitting on wooden stools, Guo Zian's head is resting on Bai Shanjun's shoulders, holding hands, quietly watching the burning flame.

When the flame is burning, it is very warm and hot.

This flame is the warmest heat source Guo Zian has felt this winter.

Before he knew it, Guo Zian fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, the sky was already bright, and I could smell the burnt smell of the burning trees in the air, which was not unpleasant.

The fire has been extinguished, but there is still a plume of white smoke rising up.

A lot of people have woken up all around, seeing this scene, everyone did not move, but watched quietly.

Bai Shanjun didn't sleep all night, his face was obviously haggard. Guo Zi'an didn't see any scum on Bai Shanjun's face. It seems that the white tiger orcs don't really have a beard.

The white smoke disappeared soon, but everyone still didn't move. It wasn't until the ashes had completely cooled down that the patriarch Baihu came forward and put the ashes into the pottery.

The family of the White Priest also knelt on the ground. They didn't have any so-called brooms, they only held them with their hands a little bit, a little bit of pretending. Very slow, very slow, but with so many people present, no one urged them.

Several female orcs saw the less and less ash, buried their heads in pain, and their shoulders twitched. The male orc closed his eyes uncomfortably. A male orc had already turned around and couldn't bear to look any more. But the male orcs wanted to be strong and did not cry.

The patriarch Baihu held a pottery filled with ashes and led the tribe to the river.

The river in the south does not freeze, but in winter the water level of the river drops to less than half of the shore.

Patriarch Bai sang a farewell song while throwing ashes into the river. He only pinched a small hand at a time, as if this would allow the White Priest to stay a little longer.

The people behind him hummed softly. Some people can gradually relax in the song, letting go of the reluctance of the white priest.

Some people couldn't help crying again.

One of them couldn't help it anymore, and she burst into tears, crying so terribly.

This sound was like breaking a calm stone, and the people around were crying bitterly, especially the children crying loudly like a game, as if this would allow Grandpa Priest to come back.

Bai Shan didn't cry, he just watched the ashes floating in the air quietly.

The ashes did not completely fall into the water, some of them drifted around with the wind, as if the priest grandfather was also reluctant to leave them, wanting to keep a part of them here, watching them continue to live, grow up, and give birth to more child.

Bai Shan did not stay to eat, and after seeing off the priest grandfather, he soon left with Guo Zian.

But Bai Dahu's pace was very slow and slow. Guo Zian knew that this was because Bai Dahu was not mentally prepared yet and didn't want to face the children and the dungeon so quickly.

It's just that they have been away for a day and a night, and only Yuan Jinyu is in charge of the dungeon. I don't know if I can get through it safely.

Guo Zi'an lay on Bai Dahu's back, trying to reassure himself as much as possible.

But days are always going to pass, time will always pass bit by bit, no matter how slow the pace, Bai Dahu will one day return to his original trajectory.

In the evening, they finally returned to the site. Fortunately, the site is still there and has not been taken away.

Seeing the cave, Bai Dahu turned back to Bai Shanjun, but he was still bored and expressionless.

Guo Zi'an had experienced the feeling of his parents passing away, so he didn't speak and gave Bai Shan time to calm down. He knows that this period of time may be very long, but he is willing to wait for Bai Shanjun.

Guo Zian asked Bai Shanjun to go home first, and he went to the underground city to take a look.

Fortunately, there was nothing in the dungeon. Yuan Jinyu continued to do the crafts like that. Ye Feimiao was busy with the restaurant, Guo Shuying on the side struck him, and Xiao Caixin ran around, seeming to be playing hide and seek with the children.

Seeing all this, Guo Zian felt like a world away.

"Is it okay?" Yuan Jinyu asked worriedly, seeing Guo Zi'an's expression like this.

"It's okay. It's just a little emotional." Guo Zi'an doesn't have so many memories of the priest's grandfather, he only has so many feelings because of Bai Shanjun's reason, because he saw the scene of everyone seeing off the priest's grandfather.

Guo Zi'an returned to the wooden house.

At the wooden house, Baishan sat quietly, looking at the fetal fruits on the shelf.

Bai Shanjun saw Guo Zian coming back with a bit of excitement on his face. He pointed to one of the pottery and said, "Look, it's sprouting."

Some people will leave, but new life will also come.

The author has something to say: I am catching insects again. After looking at the phone again, a lot of insects (face covering) became astigmatic and lost focus after reading the words. Everyone, take good care of your eyesight.