The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 269: Unexpected, Overwhelmed

Warm and sticky liquid covers the body.

Suddenly, the surroundings shook violently and warm liquid flowed away from me.

It was as if I was in the intestines of a giant beast, wriggling and squeezing, pulling myself forward continuously.

The intestines became narrower and narrower and soon got stuck in the body.

At this moment, a force grabbed his head and exerted force suddenly.

The bone-chilling cold swept through the whole body.

"It's born! Go inform the witch."

"Quickly wrap it up with animal skins!"

“So strong!”

Qin Zhiming ignored the voice in his ears and tried hard to open his eyes.

During this time, the chill on the skin disappears and is replaced by soft and warm fine down.

He opened his eyes and the yellow light he saw made him cry.

Things nearby gradually became clear.

The place where he was was actually a spacious stone house.

The walls of the stone house are made of rough and uneven limestone, and the ground is made up of thick rectangular bluestones.

In the middle there is a fire pit made of black rocks with a burning bonfire inside.

On top of the campfire, there is a clay pot.

The boiling water in the clay pot was emitting hot steam.

Since Qin Zhiming seemed to be held horizontally by someone at the moment, his angle of vision was limited and this was all he could see.

"Where is this place?" "Even in Chaolan County, there are no houses this rough?"

"Why doesn't he cry?"

Qin Zhiming looked up when he heard the voice and saw that the person speaking was the woman who was holding him.

Qin Zhiming looked at her with no expression on his face.

"Not crying? Pat him."

The woman patted him twice through the animal skin, but Qin Zhiming still didn't cry.

The woman became a little anxious and increased her force, but Qin Zhiming still didn't cry.

"Let me see."

While the other woman was taking over from him, Qin Zhiming was able to see things that he had not seen just now.

Not far from the fire pit, there is a stone bed.

On the stone bed, there lay a fair-skinned woman covered with animal skins, looking tired, with sweat on her forehead, and sleeping.

Two strong women in linen skirts stood around the stone bed, taking care of her.

"Is she the one who gave birth to me?"

clap clap!

Feeling the slap on his butt, Qin Zhiming howled reluctantly twice.

"Crying! Crying!"

The strong woman holding Qin Zhiming breathed a sigh of relief and nodded:
"Luckily I cried."

Boom! The howling wind rushed into the stone house, causing the campfire to sway.

"Brother's baby?!"

A sturdy man over two meters tall, with only a piece of animal skin wrapped around his waist, walked into the house.

Behind him, there was a woman in a linen skirt.

He smiled happily and walked up to the woman.

The woman walked quickly to the stone bed.

"I'll hug you."

He carefully took Qin Zhiming from the woman's hands.

He lifted the hide, carefully examined Qin Zhiming, and immediately laughed:
"What a strong boy."

The strong man wrapped the animal skin and used his fingers to tease the baby in his arms.

Qin Zhiming had no reaction and kept his eyes on the burly man.

Dark skin, strong muscles, messy short hair, and thick beard.

The naked upper body has many scars.

Claw marks? Tooth marks? Injuries caused by wild animals?

The doll's black eyes stared at the strong man, making him feel a little scared.

"Why isn't this kid crying?"

"I just filmed for half a day and I only cried twice."

"Where's the witch?"

"I've sent someone to invite him. He'll be here soon."

Just as the woman finished her words, a voice came from outside the door.

"The witch is coming!"

First a woman walked into the house, followed by a tall, strong, gray-haired old man.

The old man in a linen robe put the animal skin bag on the ground, stretched out his hand to signal the strong man, and handed the baby to him. After taking Qin Zhiming, the old man directly tore off the animal skin.

He pinched Qin Zhiming's body inch by inch.

After pinching, he started to fiddle with Qin Zhiming's joints.

"Yeah, not bad, really strong."

The old man smiled and nodded, then wrapped Qin Zhiming again with animal skin.

Then, he carried Qin Zhiming to the stone bed.

"Wu, what's the situation?"

The woman who had just come in with the strong man asked respectfully.

“Don’t worry, Bai Wei will be fine.

It's just that you've used up too much energy and vitality. Take more rest, come to me every day to get medicine, and you'll be well again in a few days."

"That's fine, that's fine."

"Xiongbao, your brother, will he be back soon?"

The old man turned his head and looked at the strong man.

"Estimating the time, it's almost time."

"Is he sure?"

The sturdy man said nothing and glanced at the stone bed.

"Please carry Bai Wei away."

The woman, leading the other women, lifted the stone bed and walked out.

When they walked away, the strong man frowned:
“My brother has been watching the beast for a month, and considering his archery skills, there shouldn’t be any problem.

But it is a ferocious beast after all, and it is a sacrifice to be brought to the bear god for his enjoyment.

He can't use poison, and I'm a little worried no matter how many people he brings."

The old man said nothing, holding Qin Zhiming in one hand and carrying the animal skin bag in the other.

He walked over to the clay pot, grabbed a few handfuls of herbs from the animal hide bag, and threw them into the boiling water.

The boiling water suddenly turned brown and yellow, and a strange fragrance spread.

"It's okay. Xiong Kui is the most powerful man in the tribe. He is protected by the Bear God, so he will be fine."

After a while, the old man slowly turned his head and looked at the closed stone door.

"came back."

Bang! The stone door was pushed open, and a foul smell rushed in with the wind.

A two-meter-tall strong man walked into the house.

This man has eyebrows as dark as lacquer, eyes as sharp as torches, and a leopard head with round eyes.

He was wearing blood-stained leather armor and an animal skirt, holding a bone bow and carrying a quiver on his back.

"Witch, I have dragged the beast to the Bear Hall. Here are its blood and bones."

The sturdy man pulled out a bloody bone from his quiver.

The old man took the bone and used it to stir the soup in the clay pot.

The sturdy man with an expressionless face stood beside him, his eyes fixed on the baby in the old man's arms.

"Brother, you are a strong boy. My sister-in-law has gone back."

The sturdy man let out a long sigh and smiled tiredly.

"Brother, thank you for staying in the clan.

Next time we hunt ferocious beasts, you and I will go together."

"Brother, it's okay, as long as the baby is okay."

The soup in the clay pot gradually melts the bones, and the brown-yellow turns into goose yellow.

The old man tore off Qin Zhiming's animal skin, grabbed his little hands with both hands, and hung him over the steaming pot.

"Wait, this old man? Is he planning to cook me?
Cook me to death in front of my biological father?"

Qin Zhiming, who couldn't open his eyes due to the heat, felt confused.

On second thought, probably not.

This medicinal soup must be related to the bear god and the sacrifice they mentioned.

thump!
The old man let go and Qin Zhiming fell into the clay pot.

When he sank to the bottom of the pot, he thought it would be very painful, but he only felt a little hot, and he could actually breathe freely.

At this moment, streams of heat penetrated into the body, and strength surged out.

A whirlpool suddenly appeared in the goose yellow soup, and the center of the whirlpool was Qin Zhiming.

Seeing this scene, the old man laughed out loud.

"Good! Good! Good! Not only is he strong, he's also talented!

Xiong Kui, your son will be stronger than you in the future."

Hearing this, Xiong Kui and Xiong Bao laughed wildly and punched each other on the shoulders.

The goose yellow soup turned into boiling water and Qin Zhiming was fished out by the old man.

"Come on, let's go to the Bear Hall."

(End of this chapter)