Forest Generated…

The tip of the spear brushed against his cheek, and Ruan Mobei turned his head, closing his eyes and swallowing hard.

…What was going on?

Even in a crazy caveman situation, at least people usually wore a grass skirt to cover their important parts, right? But completely naked? What’s the deal with that?

It seemed that the wild man at the bottom of the pit had finally confirmed that he wasn’t a threat. The spear stopped moving and was held in front of Ruan Mobei.

Was he trying to pull him up?

Ruan Mobei’s spirits lifted. He grabbed the shaft of the spear, feeling a strong upward pull. The wild man had incredible strength, and with Ruan Mobei’s toes pushing against the cave wall, he was quickly pulled up.

Finally back on solid ground, Ruan Mobei brushed the dirt off his clothes and looked up at the wild man who had pulled him up. For a moment, he forgot that the man wasn’t wearing a single piece of clothing. As his gaze passed over a certain part of him, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows and mentally mutter, “Oh boy.”

No matter how close friends were, it didn’t mean they could easily face each other’s private areas. Ruan Mobei forced himself to keep his gaze at eye level, though even with his wild hair and beard, the wild man’s sharp nose and facial features made it clear—he was handsome.

Yes, it was He Songming, his target in this world.

A wild man who didn’t wear clothes.

Ruan Mobei suddenly had the urge to snap a photo of He Songming in this state. He regretted not bringing his phone, otherwise, he could’ve waited for He Songming to wake up to appreciate his awe-inspiring look.

He Songming, on the other hand, kept a wary three-step distance, the tip of the spear pressed against Ruan Mobei’s waist, ready to defend against any aggressive movements.

While Ruan Mobei examined him, He Songming also scrutinized Ruan Mobei.

The two locked eyes, once again trapped in a standoff. Suddenly, He Songming extended his hand, grabbing Ruan Mobei’s shirt and pulling downward with force, seemingly confused about why the person in front of him was covered by something.

“Let go.” Ruan Mobei gently patted his hand, but it didn’t stop He Songming. The tip of the spear was still pressed against his waist, and Ruan Mobei could only watch helplessly as He Songming lifted his shirt, curiously inspecting his abdomen.

When He Songming reached for his pants, Ruan Mobei immediately grabbed the waistband, refusing to let him pull them down, awkwardly saying, “Enough, I won’t take them off for you!”

He Songming quickly lost interest when he realized that Ruan Mobei’s clothing was just a thin layer of fabric, not useful for food or as a weapon. The creature in front of him seemed relatively weak and didn’t pose a threat. He sheathed his spear and stopped pointing it at Ruan Mobei, then began walking toward a direction in the jungle.

After taking a few steps, he glanced back to see if Ruan Mobei was following.

With the danger averted for the moment, Ruan Mobei let out a breath and followed behind him. He Songming’s physique was quite impressive. His skin had been tanned to a deep golden brown, and the movement of his muscles as he walked had an almost primal beauty. The thin layer of sweat on his body shimmered under the sunlight.

Ruan Mobei had never noticed how good He Songming’s physique was before—who would undress in front of him casually, after all?

In the last world, he had wiped He Songming’s body down, but that had been when He Songming was just a skinny child, malnourished, and Ruan Mobei had never thought about him in that way.

The jungle was dense with vegetation, and the soil underfoot was soft and wet, as if it had rained recently. Ruan Mobei silently observed the surroundings as he walked behind He Songming.

Compared to what he had known, the creatures here were much larger. The trees easily grew to thirty or forty meters tall, and the canopy completely shaded the sky. Mushrooms at the roots of the trees stood at 20 to 30 centimeters tall, their colors vibrant. Butterflies fluttered by, their wings glowing, almost twice the size of a palm.

He looked down as he passed beneath a tree branch and saw a snail the size of a car attached to a rock nearby.

Ruan Mobei………………

The snail’s shell had a dreamy mix of blue and purple, and its semi-transparent body swayed slowly. Two antennae on top of its head also waved gently.

Ruan Mobei felt a brief moment of suffocation. He had never thought that one day he would genuinely wonder, “Could a snail eat a human?”

The wild man kept glancing back to ensure Ruan Mobei was following him. They walked for about three or four kilometers until they reached a relatively open area. Ruan Mobei spotted a cave with wooden spikes nailed into the ground outside, covered with rough straw mats, forming a crude shelter.

The wild man entered the cave and set down his spear. There were several stone axes, wooden knives, and other weapons scattered inside, all crudely made.

Ruan Mobei stood silently, looking at the empty cave filled with just a pile of dry grass and stones.

This was He Songming’s home? It was so dilapidated.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something shiny. He bent down and picked up a metal can lid, which had likely been thrown down recently, judging by its level of corrosion.

Cans meant a certain level of human civilization—it wasn’t a primitive society.

Ruan Mobei held the can lid and turned to search for He Songming, wanting to ask him where this came from. But as soon as he turned around, he almost got smacked in the face.

He Songming was holding what looked like the back leg of some animal, covered in blood and entrails, and when he saw Ruan Mobei turn, he pushed it closer to his face.

The smell of blood was overwhelming, and Ruan Mobei leaned backward, trying to avoid it…

When He Songming saw Ruan Mobei didn’t seem interested, he frowned. He tore off a large chunk of meat from the bloody leg, chewing it in front of Ruan Mobei as if to demonstrate, then raised the leg again, offering it to Ruan Mobei.

Ruan Mobei: “.”

He forced a smile, slowly but firmly pushing He Songming’s hand aside, grabbing two pieces of flint half-buried in the dirt, rubbing them together on his shirt to clean them off, then pulling over some dry grass from the cave.

He knelt down and, under He Songming’s confused gaze, began striking the flint together. After a dozen attempts, sparks flew, igniting the dry grass, and flames began to rise.

Ruan Mobei added more dry grass to keep the fire burning. Then he took the animal leg from He Songming’s hands, skewered it with a stick, and placed it over the fire to roast.

The sizzling sound of oil bubbling out filled the air, and the savory smell gradually spread. He Songming inhaled deeply, crouching beside Ruan Mobei, watching the fire with curiosity, drawn to the warmth and light.

He reached out, and before Ruan Mobei could stop him, he touched the flame.

“This is too hot!”

In the instant He Songming felt the searing pain, he quickly pulled his hand back with a cry of pain, his face contorted in discomfort. Ruan Mobei immediately grabbed his hand. A dark red blister had quickly formed on his fingertip.

There was no water nearby, so Ruan Mobei grabbed a handful of grass, chewed it up, and applied it to the burn, trying to cool it down.

He couldn’t help but feel both exasperated and amused. He never imagined that He Songming, in his primitive state, wouldn’t know that fire was dangerous. His actions were entirely like a newborn, trying to understand the world by touching everything, relying purely on instinct.

But from that painful cry, Ruan Mobei confirmed that He Songming wasn’t mute; he just didn’t know how to use language.

That was probably the only good thing so far since arriving here.

The burn’s pain intensified, and He Songming cautiously stepped back, keeping a safe distance from the fire. Ruan Mobei shook his head and continued roasting the meat. When it was fully cooked, the surface charred, he stood up and put out the fire.

The delicious smell drew He Songming’s gaze, his eyes glued to the roasted meat in Ruan Mobei’s hands. Once the meat had cooled a little, Ruan Mobei tore off the charred skin and handed it to He Songming.

He Songming eagerly sniffed the fresh meat, then bit into it without hesitation. He didn’t even care that it was still hot, gulping it down quickly before taking another large bite.

Ruan Mobei sighed in relief. He Songming eating it was a good sign. He didn’t have any seasoning, and the meat wasn’t the best, but it was definitely better than eating it raw.

He put the two pieces of flint in his pocket and started scanning the ground again, looking for any other useful items.

The jungle had rich resources. Ruan Mobei found three more pieces of flint, which he placed in a corner of the cave. As for water… there had to be a suitable water source nearby. Otherwise, He Songming couldn’t have settled here. Most creatures instinctively live near water.

Ruan Mobei thought about asking He Songming to show him where the water source was. Just then, he turned around and came face to face with the furry wild man.

Ruan Mobei!!!

He jumped back in fright, clutching his chest. He had no idea when He Songming had silently crept up behind him!

“…What is it?” Ruan Mobei asked weakly.

He Songming stared at him, eyes filled with anticipation, and slowly brought the dead wild chicken in his hands to Ruan Mobei’s face.

“Still want to eat?”

He pushed the chicken toward Ruan Mobei again, his intention clear. Ruan Mobei sighed heavily and took the chicken from him. He grabbed the can lid he had set aside earlier, sat down, and began to use the sharp edge to pluck the feathers.

The chicken was surprisingly tough. The thin metal can lid was completely unsuited for the job, but Ruan Mobei struggled with all his might, managing to remove the feathers from the chicken’s chest.

He Songming squatted beside him, watching as Ruan Mobei worked hard to clean it, frowning in confusion. After a while, he reached out and snatched the poor chicken from Ruan Mobei’s hands, plucking a handful of colorful feathers from its wings.

Ruan Mobei………………

Was this really a person doing this?

Before long, He Songming had stripped the entire chicken bare, handing the now-featherless bird back to Ruan Mobei, still expectantly staring at him.

Just plucking the feathers wasn’t enough; the insides had to be dealt with as well. Ruan Mobei made a cupping motion with his hands, bringing them to his mouth, exaggeratedly pretending to drink.

“Water, take me to where there’s water.”

After repeating the motion a couple of times, He Songming finally turned around and started walking toward a certain direction.

Did he understand? Ruan Mobei quickly followed behind him. It seemed that, even as a wild man, He Songming was as clever as ever, saving him a lot of trouble.

Sure enough, the water source was not far. After walking for about a hundred meters, Ruan Mobei heard the sound of a stream. A small creek, two meters wide, lay ahead. The water, clear and swift, gathered from mountain streams, its pebbly bottom and translucent fish visible.

Ruan Mobei crouched by the stream, scooping up water with his hands and drinking a couple of gulps. The fresh mountain water had a subtle sweetness, far better than any mineral water.

He Songming still stared at him, eagerly watching. Ruan Mobei, with a sigh, began to clean the wild chicken’s cavity in the stream, throwing away the inedible insides.

He Songming didn’t understand why he was throwing food away and reached for the bloody insides of the chicken to shove it into his mouth.

Since He Songming had started to interact with the fire, Ruan Mobei had kept a close eye on his movements. He quickly slapped He Songming’s hand away.

“You can’t eat that.”

He Songming, in pain, retracted his hand obediently. He quietly watched as Ruan Mobei cleaned the chicken’s insides with the stream water, though his eyes still kept glancing at the innards.

As the bloodstained water slowly cleared, Ruan Mobei finally cleaned the chicken’s cavity. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up, and said, “Alright, time to roast it.”

Just in time to see He Songming quickly retracting his hand.

Ruan Mobei…………

He Songming eyed him closely, then cautiously extended his hand toward the innards once again.

Ruan Mobei raised an eyebrow and, with a swift kick, sent the pile of soft organs flying aside, the chicken’s lungs and intestines rolling into the grass.

“Not allowed.”

It’s spoiled. Can’t eat it.

He Songming reluctantly pulled his hand back and followed Ruan Mobei back to the cave, glancing behind him every few steps.

Author’s Note:

A precious record of Xiao Ruan taming the wild man in the early stages.