Survival in a cave: All my supplies depend on digging

They were led into the village and into the middle of the village.

In the clearing in the middle of the village, there was a huge bonfire, which had been burning for quite some time, judging by the ashes on the ground.

At the beckoning of the village chief, the villagers took out barbecue meat and wine and made a ball around the bonfire.

The five of them sat in different positions scattered, and as for Ye Fan, it was naturally a village chief sitting together.

"Guests from afar, come and try a good barbecue."

I saw that the village chief was holding a meat skewer pierced with a tree branch, burning it on the fire, and then held it up in front of Ye Fan.

Ye Fan looked at the meat skewers that were still bloody, and was shocked inexplicably.

How do you eat barbecue in your village? It's not even a little cooked, isn't it?

"Thanks, I'm not hungry for a while." Ye Fan swallowed his saliva.

Fortunately, the village chief didn't persuade much, but it was a pity, and then he raised the meat skewers to his mouth and feasted on them.

At this time, the other four people were also taken out by the villagers, but after seeing the meat skewers, they all tacitly chose to say that they were not hungry.

Except for Jian Xi, I didn't hear what she said, but I saw her holding a meat skewer and roasting it on the fire.

I don't know what kind of meat this meat is, it is easy to cook, but in a few minutes, I saw Jian Xi take the meat skewers back, and then handed it to the villager next to him, signaling him to eat it.

The villager took a bite, then suddenly became excited, ran to the village in two or three steps, and handed over the meat skewers that he had bitten into as if he were offering a treasure.

"Village Chief, you can taste it, the Prophet is right, the guests who come from afar are our blessings, and they will give us such delicious food as soon as they come!"

The village took a bite and burst into tears: "Ah, distinguished guest, how did you do it?" We've been eating this meat for so long, we didn't expect it to be so delicious.

Ye Fan was a little dumbfounded and asked, "Since you all know how to roast the meat before eating, hasn't anyone found out before?" It's nothing more than a little more baking.

"It needs to be baked a little longer." The village suddenly realized, and then explained, "Actually, the prophet told us to roast the meat before eating, but we didn't expect to bake it for a while." "

Ye Fan sprayed at that time, the foreseeer of feelings only told you to roast meat, didn't he tell you to roast it?

No, did you all spend your time drinking blood before? Otherwise, how could you not think of roasting and then eating it?

Thinking so, Ye Fan couldn't help but look at the animal skin clothes worn by the village, and vaguely felt that he might have guessed correctly.

"Remember to bake it a little longer." The village chief beckoned the other villagers, and the villagers held meat skewers to grill them, and after a while, there was a burst of meat aroma.

After taking a bite, they immediately became overjoyed.

"Village Chief, you always mention this prophet, who is he?" Ye Fan asked.

"The Prophet is the one who guides us and the patron saint of the village, and three years ago he prophesied that guests from afar would come, and you would not be here."

Ye Fan was a little surprised, and continued to ask, "Does he often prophesy?"

"No, he rarely prophesied, and so far, I've only seen him prophecy twice."

"I still remember the first time when I was eight years old, and thirty years have passed in a blink of an eye, and his second prophecy has come true."

Ye Fan nodded, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Thirty years ago, you were eight years old?

"Village, how old are you?"

The village chief smiled kindly: "I am thirty-eight years old, and I am already a long-lived person in the village.

Ye Fan frowned, and couldn't help but look at this "old man" again.

It's true that he's old, and even his beard is white, thirty-eight? said that he believed in eighty-eight leaves.

However, considering that they had been eating that cooked meat before, this situation did not seem difficult to understand.

They are still living a primitive life, and it is normal for them to have a short lifespan.

Putting this question behind him first, Ye Fan continued to ask, "Then how old is this prophet?"

"It's not clear, it seems that he has been with the village since its existence, and more than three hundred years have passed since now."

The village chief said, raising his hand in one direction.

"The Prophet dwelt there, never came out, and only made a voice when he prophesied."

Ye Fan looked in the direction he was pointing, and it was the only tall building made of stone.

"Can I go meet him?"

"No, no one could get into that house, and even when the village was moved, no one had ever seen the true face of the Prophet. If you don't believe me, you can give it a try.

Ye Fan nodded and didn't say anything, this answer was not unexpected.

Well, among a bunch of people in their thirties and forties, they can live for at least three hundred years, which is certainly not ordinary, and they cannot be seen when they meet.

"By the way, the village chief, we came across an altar on the grassland when we came, and there was a dog tethered to the altar, do you know what it is?" Ye Fan asked.

I just didn't want to, but after the village chief heard this, his face changed drastically.

"Did you see him?"

Seeing the change in the village chief, Ye Fan was overjoyed, he really knew something, and hurriedly continued to ask, "Village chief, what is that?" Is it a monster?

Unexpectedly, the village chief shook his head: "I don't know what it is, but I know that since the establishment of the village, the altar and the things inside have been around the village."

"Even though the village has moved several times in the past, the altar still appears a hundred miles from the village. It's like a curse, it goes wherever the village goes.

"The Prophet has said that what is held on the altar is very dangerous, and that we must not go near it."

"Honored guest, you've met that thing, are you alright?" The village chief asked with concern.

"Not really." Ye Fan said, but didn't say anything about Dongfang Qingqing's second.

It is not to save face for him, but to tell the truth, and it will not be easy to explain the resurrection when the time comes.

Speaking of which, the monster on the altar couldn't have been locked up by this prophet, right?

This probability is not low, and the more prophetic has been following the village, and at present, it seems that he has this ability.

And the village has said that the prophet is the patron saint of the village.

This is interesting.,The altar that appeared with the village.,There's also a mysterious monster with outrageous attack power locked in the altar.,A prophet who has lived for hundreds of years but has never been seen.,And this primitive village that seems to have just passed the era of Ru Mao's blood drinking...

The water seems a little deep, huh? I don't know if he can handle it.