I have a cave of evil

The wild boar has brown-gray hair, the size of a calf, a fat body, a long and big head, two protruding tusks, short limbs, and a sense of strength.

The wild boar that Santa held in his left hand had its skull broken, and it looked like it had died under his black stone stick. The wild boar in his right hand just fainted, and its hind legs were still twitching from time to time.

The two pigs add up to more than 400 catties.

Zhu Yao once again had a new understanding of Santa's power.

"Put them on the altar, and I will offer them to my lord at dusk."

"okay!"

Santa was very happy, six wild boars were enough food for the tribe for three or four days.

Zhu Yao spat out, saw streaks of blood in it, secretly scolded himself for pumping too hard just now, shook his head and followed Santa, talking about the mysterious predator.

Santa didn't take it seriously: "Maybe it's a lone wolf, a leopard or something like that! Don't worry, they will only attack people who are alone, and rarely attack tribes."

Zhu Yao was dubious, and decided that unless there were many people, he would not go out of the village.

The six wild boars solved the urgent need of the tribe, and since the tribe had no effective means to prevent the meat from rotting, Santa simply let everyone eat with open arms.

"We should keep two so we have a constant supply of pork."

Zhu Yao objected in private: "Wild boars are easy to raise, they will eat anything."

Wild boar is an omnivorous animal, young leaves, nuts, grass blades, grass roots, bark, roots, carrion, worms, birds, etc., and even dung are in its diet.

"We'll talk about it later." Santa didn't object, but looked at the excited people and said, "They've been hungry for too long, it's time to have a sumptuous dinner and let them experience the happiness of being alive."

"After all...it's not easy for us to live up to now."

Zhu Yao was silent, looking at the sun entering the evening, sighed, and came to the altar in the village without saying a word.

The altar is located in the center of the village, half the height of a person. Four circular wooden stakes of different thicknesses are connected to the ground, and a layer of split logs is laid on it to form a platform about two meters long and one meter wide. Standing behind the platform is a scarecrow as tall as a person, dressed in animal skins and covered with bones, with a wooden board hanging in the middle of his chest, on which is written Lord of Corpse.

It's weird.

Everyone in the tribe stopped their work and gathered behind Zhu Yao. Two young men carried a dead pig to the altar.

Zhu Yao opened his hands suddenly, and the surrounding air suddenly became quiet, even the sound of breathing was inaudible.

"Praise the lord of corpses!"

The crowd shouted in unison.

"Praise the lord of corpses!"

Everyone calls again.

"Praise the lord of corpses!"

Everyone shouted again.

As the crowd shouted, a black hole appeared on the altar, slowly swallowing the wild boar's body.

In the evil cave, a fat body weighing more than 200 kilograms fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily. Three wandering recovered corpses tilted their heads, quickly looked away, and continued to wander aimlessly.

The data panel in Zhu Yao's eyes has undergone some changes following the whereabouts of the wild boar's corpse.

----

【Evil Cave】

Level: lv3 (0/23)

Skill Points: 2

Area: 63 square meters

Building: None

Population: Resuscitated corpses (3/5)

Resource: Evil Stone Mine lv1 (unmined)

Talent: Damage Sharing - All damage taken by the host of the Evil Cave will be distributed equally among the units within the cave.

Skill: Corpse Resuscitation LV1: Resuscitate a human corpse in the cave every 24 hours, until the population limit is reached.

----

The Evil Cave has been upgraded!

After each upgrade, the area expands by 10 square meters, population +1, skill point +1.

With no expression on his face, Zhu Yao ordered the strong man to carry the fainted wild boar to the altar and start the next round of sacrifice.

These days, through experiments, he probably figured out how to upgrade the evil cave—throwing corpses and living things into it.

It is known that a corpse of an adult can gain 1 experience point for the evil cave, a corpse of a bison can gain 1 experience points, and the corpses of small animals such as pheasants, birds, hares, etc. are all a few tenths of a value.

However, if it is replaced by a living animal, the experience value is about twice that of the corpse. The living person has not tried it, but the experience value obtained by throwing small animals such as pheasants and hares into the evil cave while alive fluctuates around 1 point, and there is not much difference.

This had to make Zhu Yao think of the theory of the soul.

A living creature has one more soul than a corpse, so the experience value will naturally be partly more.

Living things cannot escape from the evil cave. It is a mine buried deep underground. There is no breathable air inside. The resuscitated corpses will attack the living things immediately. In this way, living things will gradually die.

Unfortunately, the Wicked Cave cannot swallow living creatures that move on their own, and must be stunned or restrained to be dragged into it.

Zhu Yao lost a sharp attack method.

Seeing the wild boar swallowed by the evil cave, Zhu Yao raised his voice and dragged out the tone:

"The gift is over!!!"

Only then did everyone breathe freely and relax.

"Disperse!"

After the voice fell, everyone talked and laughed, and dispersed.

The daily sacrifice ended here, and the whole process did not exceed 5 minutes.

As the night gradually filled up, the tribe lit a bonfire and roasted wild boar. It was rare for everyone to have a full meal.

An old man rose up and sang loudly, his voice faint.

Santa took the pig thigh and tore a piece for Zhu Yao. He laughed and said, "Did you see it? My little priest, they are so happy."

Zhu Yao raised the pig thigh in his hand, indicating that he already had it, and nodded.

Santa said: "Your father once said that as long as you make the people in the tribe happy, then you are a qualified chief."

"Look! I did it now."

The father of the original body is the chief of the tribe. In terms of relationship, Santa is the uncle of this body.

"It's only temporary." Zhu Yao held a pessimistic attitude: "We lack tools, medicines, livestock, everything. It is impossible for the hunting team to hunt so many prey every day."

"Everything will be there!" Santa said confidently: "Here is the strongest warrior in the tribe, the smartest brain in the tribe, and we also have the protection of the Lord of Corpse. With these, everything will be there."

The beating flames of the bonfire reflected on Santa's face, covering him with a layer of golden paint, and his hard cheeks revealed incomparable confidence.

"ignorance!"

A voice in Zhu Yao's heart mocked.

"This big fool doesn't know how difficult it is to build a tribe from scratch. Can he make medicine? Can he pick mulberry and raise silkworms? Can he smelt iron and forge? Can he carpent?"

"He doesn't know anything! So he thinks it's super easy to build a tribe from nothing."

"Run away! Get out of here and find the Baisheng tribe, that is the big stage for you to show your strength. You have golden fingers, you are the chosen one, and your future is limitless!"

The voice was like the whisper of a demon, bewitching Zhu Yao.

"What's the matter? You look unhappy." Santa asked.

"It's nothing, I suddenly thought of the Baisheng tribe, we were going there in the first place."

The Baisheng tribe is a famous super tribe in the mainland. The correct name is the Baishen tribe. Baisheng is a wrong name caused by word of mouth. It is said that the Baishen tribe is protected by a hundred totem gods at the same time. It is a tribe favored by the world.

Santa stood up, with firm eyes, and said seriously: "One day, we will become such a big tribe."

He thought of the disastrous defeat of the tribal alliance, thought of the berserk warriors of the blood head tribe, and knew the weakness of his own tribe.

"Only the chiefs of tribes as big as Hundred Gods and Blood Skulls are considered real chiefs!"

"With a wave of your hand, there will be tens of thousands of fighters obeying orders, and only then will they be worthy of the title of strongest fighter."

Santa only felt that his heart was hot, his fighting spirit was high, and something called ambition was quietly growing.

For a moment, Zhu Yao was infected by Santa's fighting spirit and silenced the dark and sneaky voice in his heart.