Gu Qingshan looked at his hands.
After he had finished sharpening the two stones, he had broken the skin on his hands, and blood had seeped out.
Some of the long black hairs on his arms had also fallen out.
What was going on?
Could doing something that advanced civilization cause a slight evolution?
Gu Qingshan fell into deep thought.
On the hillside.
The apemen's roars rose and fell.
They waved their torches, trying to scare off the enormous saber-toothed tiger.
Yet the saber-toothed tiger only retreated a little. When the apemen pressed it too hard, it circled around and returned to its original position.
Usually, if its prey spotted it beforehand, the saber-toothed tiger would give up on the hunt.
But today, it seemed determined to eat a few apemen.
Seeing the tiger act this way, the apemen grew visibly tense.
They shouted loudly and made shooing gestures toward those behind them.
At once, all the old, weak, sick, and disabled were herded into the Mountain Cave.
Only the youngest and strongest apemen remained on the hillside outside, ready to fight the saber-toothed tiger to the death.
The apeman "Prophet" was also brought out.
He took in the situation, looking somewhat bored.
Gu Qingshan jumped down from the tree, approached him, and asked in a low voice, "How have you dealt with it in the past?"
The Prophet said, "If this beast won't leave, it must be especially eager to eat apemen today. Looks like we'll have to fight it."
"Number Two Holy Chosen was struck dead by lightning. Do you know where Number One Holy Chosen is?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"What are you planning to do?" the Prophet asked.
"Work with him. That way, we can make much faster progress," Gu Qingshan said.
"Number One Holy Chosen didn't