Time passed day by day, and the adults still came back empty-handed.

Fortunately, there is enough food in spring so we won't starve to death for the time being.

But it was obvious that everyone was very anxious. They had to look at Wang Yang every day and see him waving his hands before they were willing to leave.

No matter how silent the volcano is, it will eventually erupt one day. It took them a full month to finally develop a perfect tacit understanding and hunt down their first prey.

The specific situation that day was like this. The sky was gray and gloomy, like a thief who had his wallet stolen by other pickpockets.

Wang Yang was working hard to chop down trees outside the cave. When he saw the weather was so gloomy, he couldn't help but feel something bad.

Suddenly, a strong wind picked up the remaining leaves all over the ground and blew them towards this place overwhelmingly. The wind and sand gradually became charming, and Wang Yang suddenly felt a sense of fear and fright.

His nose twitched slightly: "It's evil!"

His eyes were wide-eyed, his face was solemn, and he stood upright. A wave of awe-inspiring righteousness centered on him and rushed in all directions.

He stared at the sky and saw a cold light flickering in the black clouds. Such a strange phenomenon in the sky and earth had to be taken seriously.

He decisively counted with his fingers: "It's going to rain..."

It seemed that today's orchard opening could no longer continue. He shouted and asked everyone to return to the cave.

Everyone was about to get up and go back when they suddenly heard a commotion in the woods, accompanied by loud shouts, and couldn't help but turn their heads to look.

He saw adults running out of the forest and chasing away the nervous dancing. Wang Yang couldn't help but wonder if he was insane and planned to send him to a psychiatrist.

But in an instant, he saw the adult behind him dragging an object in his hand. The object was dead, with a green face and tusks, and was extremely vicious. Who else could it be if it wasn't a wild boar?

"You finally succeeded in hunting..."

Wang Yang ran over quickly, and the driver came up to him and kept gesticulating. Unfortunately, his expressive ability was so poor that Wang Yang couldn't understand it at all.

After returning to the cave, everyone ate a bite of wild boar meat and a bite of small fruits. Their mouths were full of oil and there was a faint fruity aroma, and they were very happy to eat.

Outside the cave, the green color of the mountain was submerged by the sudden heavy rain, and it was pattering.

The color at the foot of the mountain is obviously much darker, the mountainside is lighter, and the top of the mountain is as pale as a fairy mountain.

The whole picture is row upon row with distinct colors, much like a splash-ink landscape painting, with a lofty artistic conception that makes people want to fly away after looking at it.

The pictures are always beautiful, but in the forest, scenes of chasing and killing are still going on.

A pack of wolves surrounded an elk, their eyes full of fierceness, their scarlet tongue reflected under the sharp white teeth, their claws gently sinking into the muddy black mud, and their muscles tensed.

The elk looked around in fear, trying to find a chance to escape.

But it never moved, perhaps because it realized that no matter how hard it struggled, it was in vain.

Finally, under the cold gaze of the alpha wolf, the sound of death fell on its head.

At the foot of the mountain, a group of wild boars were gnawing on delicate plants, while a saber-toothed tiger was hiding in the grass nearby, observing quietly.

Finally, it found a wild boar that was very weak, so it roared and rushed towards the wild boar.

The herd of wild boars were suddenly frightened and instinctively ran away. Before the wild boar had time to speed up, it was suppressed by the huge body of the saber-toothed tiger. It pressed the wild boar's head with its palm and pierced its throat with its sharp teeth.

Once the blow was successful, it immediately jumped back like an electric shock to prevent the dying wild boar from hurting itself.

It grinned slightly and followed quietly behind the wild boar, which shook its head three times. The wild boar's neck spurted blood all over the place. Wherever it went, the blood flowed and gathered into a thin stream of water.

It suddenly staggered and fell heavily into a pool of blood, unable to get up again.

The pungent smell of blood made the Smilodon's blood boil. It looked up to the sky and roared, then turned its head silently in a certain direction.

Its gaze seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles and see the cave with flickering fire, the cheers of the adults, and the smiling figure beside the corner.

Wang Yang was very pleased. He smiled slightly, ate barbecue, and enjoyed the peace of mind that finally came.

The news that the adults were able to cooperate independently and capture wild boars made him completely relieved. From now on, he no longer had to worry about their hunting problems, and they did not have to rely on themselves.

At most, you have to pay a few lives in exchange for the shortcomings. If you lead the team yourself, a similar situation will occur.

The rain outside the cave gradually decreased, and it went away as quickly as it came. Just like everyone's ecstatic mood, it soon faded away.

They began to fall asleep, leaning on each other to sleep.

The cave was very quiet in the middle of the night after the rain. Looking at the black night sky outside the cave, Wang Yang did not feel sleepy at all. Although he only smiled when everyone was reveling in joy, he was happier than them.

Li Si had already gone to bed. On the sand were the trees, people, rabbits, and other animals he had painted.

Wang Yang smiled slightly, spread his hands and picked up the branch.

"The ancients used sheep hair as a brush and painted on rice paper. I used tree branches as a brush and painted on the sand."

He concentrated on writing furiously, but in just a moment, he finished it in one go.

He drew a total of four pictures. The first picture was of a wild boar eating with its head down under several trees, and a group of people watching from a distance.

In the second picture, the man has moved in front of the wild boar.

In the third picture, the man drives the wild boar away, and the wild boar panics.

In the fourth picture, the wild boar was driven in front of everyone and was killed by them.

Wang Yang looked at the four pictures with satisfaction, then covered himself with fur and went to sleep.

The next day, he woke up to a loud noise.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the adults surrounding Li Si and kept saying "woo woo". He couldn't help but feel sleepy. What happened?

"Rang Rang, what happened to the child?"

He walked through the crowd and found Li Si sitting on the ground with a look of confusion on his face. He didn't understand what was going on.

Wang Yang squatted down, turned over Li Si's body, and found that he was not injured or sick, nothing special.

"What happened?"

Wang Yang was scratching his head when the expeller patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the four pictures on the sand.

"It turned out to be it, I drew it."

Wang Yang laughed. He was very satisfied with his painting. It was considered the best he could paint.

But suddenly, he felt something was wrong. This feeling was very weak at first, and then became stronger and stronger.

He always feels like something is wrong. What exactly is wrong?

Suddenly, he raised his head, grabbed the expeller's arm excitedly, pointed at the paintings on the ground and said, "Can you understand paintings? Do you all understand paintings? Can you understand the meaning of my paintings?!"

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