Just thinking about what could happen if the children of the tribe went into the water made Henry Clark shudder.

Moreover, when he was pulling the rope just now, the image that flashed before his eyes seemed to be that fish mouth full of dense, sharp teeth...

Henry Clark stared at the fish’s mouth, and he was reminded of the illusions he saw in front of the stone and earth wall of that remote mountain village at the end of his previous life.

The two warriors beside him saw Henry Clark staring blankly at the fish’s mouth and thought he was scared, too afraid to approach this ferocious-looking creature.

It was Henry Clark’s first time seeing such a fish, but one of the two warriors had seen it before.

“When I hadn’t awakened my totem power yet, I followed my father to the riverbank and saw this kind of prey once. The shaman said it was called a fish. There’s danger everywhere in the water. Back then, a woman from the tribe who was washing animal skins by the river had her arm bitten off. My father killed one of these with a spear.”

As he spoke, the warrior glanced at Henry Clark. He hadn’t expected this kid to pull the fish out of the water without even going in. Back then, his father had risked a lot to go into the water and save the woman who’d been dragged under, but unfortunately, by the time she was rescued, half her arm was already gone. After that, for a while, the women of the tribe stopped coming to the river to wash animal skins—unless there was a drought and the mountain streams narrowed, forcing them to fetch water here.

Henry Clark snapped back to reality. The fish that had been pierced through was already dead.

The warrior who had speared the fish pulled out his spear, took the fish off the tip, and handed it to Henry Clark by the tail.

“Here, this is your prey. Well done! You’ll definitely become an excellent warrior in the future!” After thinking for a moment, the warrior added, “You’d better stay away from the water. Besides fish, there are many other dangerous things in the river. You won’t always be this lucky.”

However, half an hour later, Henry Clark, who was thought to be “not always this lucky,” used the same method to drag out an even bigger fish from the water.

The two warriors: “……”

Chapter 8 The Most Beautiful Word in the World

The second fish Henry Clark dragged ashore was a bit bigger than the previous one. He didn’t ask the warrior for help to kill it with a spear; instead, Henry Clark used a stone to knock the fish out. Even if it was only stunned, once out of the water, the fish wouldn’t live long.

He tied the fish with a rope and hung it from a tree, then took out the smaller, previously caught fish that had been pierced through, and found a few dry branches.

Looking around, Henry Clark noticed the two warriors guarding the riverbank were curiously watching him, so he raised his hand and beckoned them over.

The two warriors, who had returned to their post, hesitated for a moment but couldn’t suppress their curiosity and walked over.

“Ah Xuan, what are you doing? Eating? Need any help?” The warrior who had speared the fish earlier rubbed his hands together eagerly. He had already asked Henry Clark’s name.

They were both wary and curious about this creature called “fish,” but now that the fish were dead, their fear was gone, replaced only by a hunter’s curiosity about new prey.

“Let me do it! You were the one who killed it just now.” The other warrior pushed the first aside, pulled out a stone knife, and snatched the fish, cutting it open while discussing with his companion.

“Huh? Are these the intestines? Why are they so short...”

“Where’s its stomach? Is it this?”

“No, it’s this one. This must be the stomach!”

“Careful... What’s this? Don’t break it, who knows if it’s a poison sac...”

“Where’s the heart? Move the knife a bit further... Hey, can you do it or not? There’s so much blood, your hand isn’t steady. Let me do it...”

The two warriors were enthusiastically discussing, while Henry Clark, standing to the side, couldn’t help but twitch his face.

Are these hunting warriors? Hell, aren’t they just eccentric forensic doctors?

Two overly curious dissection enthusiasts!

No matter how much Henry Clark’s impression of these two collapsed, he had to admit they were quite skilled at dissection. Even though it was their first time handling a fish, they dealt with it quickly. As they dissected, they also told Henry Clark about things to watch out for when hunting in the mountains, like which animals’ organs are poisonous, which have poison sacs, and which animals’ organs taste better. For unfamiliar creatures, to be safe, they never ate the organs.

Soon, all that was left was a fish with its organs removed, head cut open in several places, and gills dug out.

“There’s not much edible part, but at least it’s a decent size.” The warrior with the stone knife wiped the blood off his blade and said.

They didn’t wash it in the river. The two warriors just wiped the blood off the fish with leaves, then wrapped the removed organs in leaves and buried them in a pit dug beside a tree. The smell of blood might attract other creatures. In the tribe, it was fine, but by the riverbank, besides things that fly, there might be creatures in the water sensitive to the scent of blood. They had to be careful, and they reminded Henry Clark to do the same if he encountered similar situations in the future.