50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 894 An Encounter with a Tribe
The canopy layer has a high temperature and humidity, and a steady breeze blows year-round.

This place is home to a large number of birds, monkeys, squirrels and other animals, as well as many unique epiphytes, such as orchids and bromeliads.

Humans know the least about this layer, only that it is constantly attacked by storms and lightning.

Most forest fires in the Amazon rainforest are caused by lightning strikes to the canopy trees.

Sun Zhiwei had long heard of cannibal tribes in the Amazon rainforest, but he had never had any real evidence to prove the legend.

Because no one has ever survived crossing the heart of the Amazon rainforest. His current location isn't actually in the heart of the Amazon rainforest.

This place is estimated to be less than 500 kilometers from where they started, while the narrowest point of the Amazon rainforest is more than 2000 kilometers wide.

It is said that there are more than 200 uninhabited primitive tribes in the rainforest. I don't know where this data comes from. Maybe some reporter or explorer made it up.

After all, if you want to know the exact number of primitive tribes, you need at least some evidence, and the most direct evidence is to go and see for yourself.

He didn't think anyone other than himself, with his cheat-like abilities, could successfully traverse the Amazon rainforest, let alone explore the entire rainforest, because danger was truly omnipresent there.

The primitive tribes he had heard of were said to mostly live on the aerial corridors of the lower wooden levels.

This is the least dangerous place in the entire tree layer. Insects rarely reach this height, large predators cannot get up here, and birds of prey flying in the sky are blocked by the top trees.

At the same time, this altitude will not be affected by the annual floods, and as long as there is a treehouse here, it can survive well in the rainforest for a long time.

The natives who were hunting the "big fish" just now came from the air, which basically confirms part of Sun Zhiwei's guess.

On the ground, after being shot by an arrow, the "big fish" howled for a while before being poisoned and falling unconscious by the poison on the arrowhead.

The native hunter who was shooting arrows jumped down from the tree and used his spear to confirm that the "big fish" was no longer a threat before whistling.

Before long, several native hunters arrived from other places.

They carried all sorts of homemade weapons, including bows and arrows, spears, and long sticks.

Upon seeing their prey on the ground, they excitedly descended to the ground, bound the "big fish" tightly with its hooves tucked behind its back, skewered it with a thick wooden stick, and carried it away.

Sun Zhiwei is now hesitant. Should he just let them eat the "big fish"? After all, these kinds of scourges deserve to die a horrible death anyway.

However, considering that the "big fish" incident has dragged on for several years and the family has indeed paid a heavy price, there must be a resolution to all of this.

For the family, killing him outright would be one way to settle things, but the best outcome would be to bring him back and execute him in a public manner.

Not only must their bodies be destroyed, but their spirits must also be destroyed; killing someone must not be less important than destroying their heart, so as to serve as a warning to those who come after. This is the best way to give an explanation.

In this way, the "big fish" cannot be allowed to die at the hands of cannibals.

He also wanted to see what life was like for the primitive people in the Amazon rainforest, so he followed these tribal hunters at a distance, heading deeper into the jungle.

Along the way, the hunters did not travel continuously, but continued hunting along the route.

This time, Sun Zhiwei saw the function of that long stick. To his surprise, the extra-long stick was actually a blowgun, completely different from the blowguns he had in mind.

He had always thought that a blowgun was just a thin bamboo tube about a foot long, with a range of about five or six meters.

But the actual blowgun in front of them was actually a large bamboo tube, three or four meters long and as thick as a child's wrist.

When shooting, the hunter would also make a gesture of swaying the bamboo tube in the direction of the shot to accelerate the blowgun.

Its range is also much longer, capable of hitting targets from more than ten meters away.

At the same time, by coating the blowgun with poison, a skilled blowgunner can hunt large prey in the jungle with unparalleled success.

Sun Zhiwei followed behind them slowly. About two hours later, the hunting team had already shot two monkeys, a sloth, and three pheasants.

Not only did they hunt, but they would also pick fruit from trees along the way and eat it. Some hunters even found a special vine, cut it, and drank the juice from it.

For these tribal hunters, this jungle, which is deadly to ordinary people, is like their backyard, full of delicious food and clean water.

Around noon, the group arrived at a dry, flat area.

The open space was unusually free of tall trees blocking the sunlight. The area was surrounded by vines and wood, with a large bonfire in the center. Many members of the tribe were busy working in the open space.

Halfway there, the badly injured "Big Fish" was awakened by the bumpy ride and kept groaning weakly, but the hunters in the hunting team ignored him.

Now that they've arrived at the camp, the "big fish" is placed on a piece of wood not far from the fire.

The women began to gather around to process the game, while the children ran around the camp naked.

Some mischievous children even came over with small sticks and carefully poked the "big fish" a few times before scattering like birds and beasts at the adults' scolding.

Around noon, after the prey had undergone basic processing, this small tribe began their daily "communal meal," which was their daily communal lunch, or perhaps breakfast.

In this small tribe, mealtimes are strictly hierarchical. The chief is responsible for distributing the food, and the hearts of animals are usually shared by the hunters and eaten raw.

The delicious monkey and pheasant meat was divided among the hunters, who received large pieces, while the children and women received smaller pieces.

The unpalatable sloth meat was mostly distributed to the elders of the tribe, with women and children also receiving some.

Some people eat the meat raw, while others roast it. The offal is thrown into a clay pot above the fire and cooked into soup with some tuberous plants.

The "big fish" next to it looked at the bloody "communal feast" and trembled with fear, even its spirits improved a lot.

As the communal meal was nearing its end, a hunter carried the "big fish" to the fireside.

The women began to step forward and use their stone knives to cut off pieces of the "big fish's" clothes and throw them aside.
The chieftain, covered in a jumble of bone ornaments, ordered someone to bring a plate and smear some unknown liquid on the "big fish," as if he were applying a dipping sauce to beef or mutton before grilling.

At this point, the "big fish" could no longer bear the fear of being devoured. It began to foam at the mouth, lose control of its bladder and bowels, and its eyes rolled back. It looked like it was about to die of fright.

(End of this chapter)