The Primitive Man Who Could Recite the Three Character Classic

"Don't use 'Confucius said' carelessly or recklessly. If that demon finds out, our palms will be slapped red! Besides, we're not cannibals, so don't be crazy about meat!" The primitive man who looked like the captain added in awkward and broken Chinese.

After being slapped hard by the captain, the slightly chubby caveman seemed to remember the terror of that 'demon' and immediately shrank back, not daring to utter a sound.

Then, the caveman who looked like the captain waved his hand again and continued in broken Chinese, "First, move them all back!"

So a group of wild men began to carry, hug, lift, or hoist the unconscious passengers back to their homes.

Not long after.

The passengers gradually regained consciousness.

When they awoke, they found themselves lying in a huge thatched hut. Beside them stood a large group of reddish-brown humans with their faces painted with various colors.

These humans were dressed in animal skins, wielding various weapons, and some even wore terrifying, ferocious masks... They seemed to have crawled out of 'sealed time,' exuding a primitive and savage aura.

The passengers were startled when they saw the sharp weapons in the hands of these primitive people, and swallowed hard.

Then, the passengers looked at each other, not daring to say a word.

"I remember... we were on an airplane, flying through the air, right? How did we suddenly end up in this strange place?" Tubo said in a low voice to Gao Moumou beside him.

Gao Moumou shook his head with a wry smile, while carefully pulling his girlfriend Mei Yi, into his arms—could these primitive people be cannibals?

Most people's impressions of primitive people come from movies and TV shows, where they are often portrayed as cannibals. This leads them to immediately associate any sight of primitive people with cannibalism.

"We... we haven't time-traveled, have we?" Lu Fei, who was huddled with them, whispered, her imagination running wild.

Sister Lu Fei: "..."

At this moment, Joseph, Song Shuhang's nominal disciple, clenched his fists tightly. He carefully protected his daughter Ji Shuangxue, by his side, while his mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts.

Are these primitive people friends or enemies?

If they were enemies, their passengers were unarmed, while the other side was armed with various weapons; they didn't seem to have much of a chance of winning.

Perhaps, now is the time for me to use the unparalleled martial arts my master taught me!

Joseph clenched his fist tightly.

He had absolute faith in his master, Song Shuhang —he believed that the martial arts his master, who could shatter the air with a flick of his palm, taught him were unparalleled divine skills.

Although he had only been training for a little over a month, Joseph definitely felt that he had become much stronger!

Hmm? Why does this scene seem... familiar?

Joseph suddenly felt a strange sense of déjà vu, as if a similar scene had happened before? In a dream, or once before?

Why did he have this strange sense of déjà vu? Joseph wondered.

Wait... where's Master?

My master boarded the plane with me!

Joseph quickly looked up and searched around, but he couldn't see his master Song Shuhang.

Where did Master go?

Not only Joseph, but Gao Moumou, Tubo, and the Zhuge Zhongyang siblings also quickly discovered that Song Shuhang was missing...

"Where's Shuhang? Where did he go?" Tubo asked in a low voice.

"Not in the crowd?" Gao Moumou squinted, his vision blurry because his glasses were missing. He looked around but couldn't find Song Shuhang.

Lu Fei answered softly, "I haven't seen Shuhang either. Could he have gotten separated from us?"

Gao Moumou frowned, worriedly asking, "Everyone on the plane is here, how come he's the only one missing?"

Everyone immediately thought of things like 'cannibals' again. Would Song Shuhang be the first one captured and cooked?

Tubo and the others immediately became worried.

Meanwhile, passengers near the captain were anxiously asking, "Captain, has our plane crashed? Why are we here?"

The captain was also completely bewildered, silently shaking his head, unsure how to answer—who knows what had happened!

He was calmly flying the plane one second, but suddenly lost consciousness the next... He woke up to find himself surrounded by a group of cavemen. There wasn't even a moment to process it.

"We haven't had any accidents. I wonder if we've really traveled through time?" a flight attendant whispered.

"Perhaps it's not time travel. Perhaps we've just crashed a plane and ended up on a deserted island in the middle of a vast ocean, undiscovered by humans," the white-haired professor replied.

Just as the passengers were whispering among themselves, the primitive people who were holding weapons and wearing animal skins suddenly split into two groups and lined up.

Then, the primitive people stood tall and proud.

Then, a female primitive woman opened her mouth and exclaimed, "At the beginning of life, human nature is good!"

The moment he opened his mouth, it was a standard recitation of the Chinese Three Character Classic, the words were smooth and the pronunciation was melodious, and the voice was quite pleasant to hear.

When she opened her mouth, all the passengers on the plane were dumbfounded.

Then, the other primitive people immediately joined in reciting. "At birth, man's nature is good. Their natures are similar, but their habits differ. If they are not taught, their nature will change. The way to teach is to focus on one thing. Once, Mencius' mother chose a good neighborhood. When her son did not study, she cut the threads of her loom..."

The sounds were clumsy and awkward, but everyone present could understand them; it was standard content from the * Three Character Classic *.

"Pfft..." Lu Fei was a bit thick-skinned. When she saw a group of primitive people reciting the Three Character Classic with serious expressions and their heads held high, she found it particularly amusing and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Her laughter was clear and melodious.

A caveman who was standing nearby heard her laughter and curiously turned to look at her. Then... he got stuck!

"Stop!" At that moment, a dignified voice came from outside.

Then, a man wearing a black trench coat, about 1.8 meters tall, walked in from outside with his hands behind his back.

When the primitive people saw the man in the black trench coat, their faces froze, and they didn't dare to breathe, seemingly terrified of him.

The man in the black trench coat entered the thatched hut with his hands behind his back and walked straight up to the primitive man carrying a dummy. Then, he raised his right hand, revealing a thick ruler.

Knowing he couldn't escape the predicament, the caveman with the stuck back stretched out his hands cautiously with a miserable expression.

"Smack!" The man in the black trench coat showed no mercy, slamming a ruler down on the caveman's palm...