The vast area of ​​the plateau is not something that can be explored by a peak, even if he is flying in the air, he has no intention of exploring the entire plateau. The snow-capped mountains are in the distance, but they are not actually close. After more than an hour, the peak barely arrived at the bottom of the snow-capped mountains, and the continuous cliffs.

The peak flew straight to the top of the snow-capped mountain. He needed to know whether the top of the mountain could not really get close to the clouds. At this moment, strange shouts suddenly came to his ears. He suddenly found that thousands of humans lived at the foot of the mountain. These humans were knitting holes as nests and living on the steep cliffs. One by one, they climbed flexibly on the cliffs, like monkeys, with most of their bodies naked, with only animal skins hanging between their legs. They looked at the peak in panic and shouted in horror.

Gao Feng immediately turned around and dived down, causing the screams to suddenly become dense. Some people even frightened their slithers to fall from the cliff and let out even more miserable wails, but no one fell to the ground and fell to death. He was grabbed by a thin crystal silk and threw it back to the cave on the cliff.

Perception swept through hundreds of caves, and more than a thousand people appeared in Gao Feng's heart. Most of these people were strong middle-aged and young men, with many men and girls, each with lean and strong sperm, without a single bit of fat, like agile leopard. Their skin was neither black nor yellow, but dark red like clouds.

Most caves have children of different numbers, most of them stay honestly on simple beds of straw or animal skins. There are very few things in the caves, a few polished bones and stones, dirt-filled animal skins, and utensils made of clay contain water or dirt, and nothing else.

There is no complete social form here, no elderly, no sick, no injured or disabled, only children and strong adults, indicating the harsh living environment and people's hardships.

On the cliff above the cave, there is a flat space that accommodates more than a thousand people. There are steep stone walls on three sides of the platform, with red pigments depicting patterns from different ages, including hundreds of years ago and a few years ago.

The dimmer the color, the more vicissitudes of the pattern is, the more accurate it is depicted, and the ones behind it become abstract, simple like children's graffiti. In the gaps between the patterns, large and small stone niches are also artificially chiseled open, condensing white human bones and skeletons.

Perhaps the only one that can prove these social functions is this platform that is regarded as a historical record. The number of bones converges on the platform is not large, all of which are the bones of adult men, which shows that there is the solemnity and mystery of memorial service, and it is the worship of ancestors.

When Gao Feng lands on the platform, he no longer makes unnecessary moves and waits for the panicked people to calm down. No matter what, these humans who do not cover their bodies are the masters. If Gao Feng wants to figure out this place, he must contact them, observe from all aspects, and understand the ins and outs.

But Gao Feng was not very expecting. These people lost their writing, and maybe even their language. Even if there was still a residual cultural continuation, they didn’t know whether they were considered Chinese descendants. This place was close to the frontier of China in the past, and no one knew which country they were from.

After waiting for a while, there were hundreds of heads on the edge of the empty platform, revealing the parts above the bridge of the nose, secretly looking at Gaofeng, and then secretly sinking, like a breathable turtle floating on the surface. Gaofeng did not show any emotion at these eyes, but still squinted his eyes and waited, feeling the stinging cold wind.

The average temperature here is below five degrees. If it is at night, it may drop to minus ten degrees, but the people here are not wearing clothes. This shows that they have adapted to the low temperature environment here. In addition, the peak did not see too much food in the cave, nor did they find a warehouse where they store food.

From these two points, Gao Feng can find that the people here have almost degenerated to the level of primitive tribes, and they are probably not even as good as the Neolithic Age. At least the Neolithic Age will make pottery, and their vessels are all made of mud. However, Gao Feng does not care how hard their lives are. He only knows that the savages without powerful power have reproduced and survived until now, and the rest of the world will survive and live better.

After initial hesitation, people came up to the platform one after another. One of the strong men with a beard dragged to their chest and a fat face was the leader. He bent down his back respectfully to Gao Feng, and followed him two young women with bare breasts exposed. They looked like they were about teenagers, with healthy and shiny skin, and their chests were more perky than other women. They only looked speechless, and they were red like cooked crab shells.

The woman held a tribute in her hand, raw meat with a smell of blood, a necklace made of animal tendons, and a bright stone, shiny metal, polished glass and agate. After these things were sent to Gaofeng's feet, several people knelt in front of Gaofeng and worshiped him as a god.

Some people took the lead and went up to the platform one after another to deliver all kinds of messy things to Gaofeng as tributes. These things include polished jaw bones, chiseled stones, hard wood as hard as iron, and stenched animal skins, plant rhizomes or dried fruits, etc.

These things are worthless. For these people, they are the most precious wealth. They are piled up at the foot of the peak, just like a small hill, but none of them show their reluctance. They are all so excited that they tremble in worshiping the peak. For them, the arrival of the gods is the greatest reward.

Looking at the head of the dark kneeling, Gao Feng felt a ridiculous and weird feeling. Has the people here really degenerated to this level? The question is how did they survive until now?

"Do you still remember the stories that were circulated before?"

Gao Feng asked about the other party’s history. Perhaps the people here had long forgotten the meaning represented by the word history. As the question came out, a low voice was passed to everyone’s ears.

“Wow la la la la….”

Just as he said it, the leader suddenly raised his head excitedly, slapped his red chest and shouted. Then thousands of people pounded their chests and shouted at Gao Feng, filling the world like a tide, making Gao Feng feel upset and irritable.

"Is anyone able to talk?"

Gao Feng yelled again, as if thunder was rolling in everyone's ears, making hundreds of people fainted. Those who didn't die were also scared and urinated. They kowtowed to Gao Feng together and shouted: "Yoyohaha..."

Gao Feng's face was numb. The people were angry and begging for mercy, and there was no coherent word in the sound of these people being angry about Gao Feng. All the words were organized together, like some simple animal roaring, hoping that they would speak was no less than hoping that the sows would climb a tree.

The scene was quiet, and no one answered Gao Feng. During this short waiting time, someone was already nervous and sweating profusely and fainted at any time. There was no need to count on Gao Feng.

At this moment, a thin man suddenly looked up and shouted at the peak: "Good and oily..."

Gao Feng was indifferent and nodded for a long time and said, "Then let it be..."

After saying that, the peak rose into the sky and flew towards the snow peak. The heads below were filled with yelling shouts, and they saw off for the peak with warm shouts.
Chapter completed!