I am the chief of a primitive tribe

After leaving the thatched hut, Mu Feng returned to the cave where he lived.

There were very few things in the cave, thatch, animal skins and stone jars, nothing else.

Mu Feng sighed again: "I am the chief of a tribe, but even the place where I live is so shabby! It seems that many basic things in the tribe need to be done!"

He said to himself: "Houses, daily utensils, daily necessities..."

He rubbed his head and sighed that it was not easy to transition from primitive society to modern society.

"There are so many things to do, I can only do them one by one!" Mu Feng thought in his heart, "Do the more urgent and important things first!"

Thinking of this, he went to find Mingguang again.

After all, Mingguang was very familiar with the introduction of wild animals during the three hunting trips, and he was obviously very familiar with the jungle.

Mu Feng just wanted him to play to his strengths and take him into the mountains to have a look.

"Mufeng!" Mingguang ran out of his cave when he noticed Mufeng coming. "Do you want to talk to me?"

"Yeah!" Mufeng looked at Mingguang with a worried look on his face. "What's wrong, Uncle Mingguang?"

Mingguang sighed: "Shufeng..."

"Shufeng!" Mufeng was startled and remembered immediately.

Shufeng is Mingguang's son. He has been with Mingguang in the wild jungle since he was a child. He is as familiar with the wild as Mingguang.

The sour fruit that Baiya likes was first found by Shufeng and brought to her.

The reason why he was unconscious when the Manglong tribe robbed the tribe last time was because the people of the Manglong tribe hit him with a big stick.

At that time, Shufeng rushed forward and blocked the blow for Mufeng, and was hit on the head directly...

As for why he was "unconscious", it should be that after Shufeng blocked a stick, he was hit by another stick.

And it seems that the owner of this body of his - the original Mufeng should be dead, otherwise he would not have come through.

No matter what, he ended up like this just to save "himself", Mufeng couldn't just ignore it.

"Shuofeng, how is he?" Mufeng asked anxiously.

"He still hasn't woken up!" Mingguang's face was filled with grief, "He's almost dead now..."

"Ah?" Remembering that Mingguang had been acting as usual in the past two days and didn't see any clues at all, he hurriedly asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's useless!" Mingguang shook his head, "The old chief said that I'm afraid both of you kids won't survive, and whether you can wake up depends on God's will."

"And the tribe is in danger now, and the tribe needs you more than we do..."

Mufeng didn't care that Mingguang hadn't finished speaking, and walked straight to the cave: "Shuofeng!"

Mingguang hurriedly followed behind.

Mufeng came into the cave and saw a thick layer of thatch on the ground, with a young man lying flat on the thatch, with a dark and thin face and sharp features.

But now the boy's eyes were closed, and his face became thinner because he had been sleeping for too many days and had not eaten much. In particular, there were small pieces of blood on his neck and ears, which looked very miserable.

"Shuofeng!" Mufeng's heart tightened, "Could it be..."

"Alas..." Mingguang sighed helplessly when he saw Mufeng like this.

Mufeng reached out and carefully probed Shuofeng's breath, and found that there was still a very weak breath, and his heart was relieved.

As long as there was still breathing, he would have a way to save Shuofeng!

"He can still be saved!" Mufeng said this quickly to reassure Mingguang.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Mingguang was stunned, and then said happily: "Really?"

Mufeng nodded silently, turned his back to Mingguang, stretched out his hand to the top of Shuofeng's head, and began to silently operate the healing technique.

Suddenly, light green spots appeared in the cave, and after the light spots appeared, they began to flow towards Mufeng's palm.

Mingguang noticed something strange and stared at the light spots with wide eyes.

"This is..." Mingguang's eyes were full of enthusiasm, and he was so excited that he couldn't speak.

Mufeng naturally saw the green light spots around him. He watched these light spots converge towards his palm and then flow into Shufeng's head through his palm.

Unlike the last time he performed a spell to save the old chief, this time he clearly felt the green light spots flowing from his palm to Shufeng's head, and a warm feeling made him feel very comfortable.

But then his eyelids trembled, making him feel drowsy.

"Oh my god, it turns out that this spell consumes so much energy!" Mufeng secretly bit the tip of his tongue to prevent himself from falling asleep, keeping his palm clasped on Shufeng's head.

About ten minutes was a great torture for Mufeng - he was really too sleepy!

But fortunately, Shufeng finally woke up!

After waking up, Shuofeng opened his eyes and looked at Mufeng who was trying hard to keep awake at the head of his bed. He then looked at Mingguang who was standing beside him and finally spoke: "Dad, Mufeng?""Awake, finally awake!" Mingguang was overjoyed and jumped up excitedly, "Great!"

And Shufeng's mother came upon hearing the news and cried with joy when she saw Shufeng awake.

Then the couple knelt on one knee, raised one hand and said to Mufeng: "Thank you, Chief!"

Shufeng, who had just woken up, was stunned for a moment and looked at Mufeng: "Chief?"

Mufeng waved his hand and said with forced eyelids: "Uncle Mingguang, go to the chicken coop and catch a big primitive chicken, kill it, wash it clean, find a stone jar, put the chicken in, fill it with water, and stew it for Shufeng to eat!"

"Use a stone jar, stew it?" Mingguang was a little at a loss.

Mufeng was helpless and had to say: "You go clean the chicken, and then I will stew it!"