The people inside the fence were all very happy, probably because they had gotten enough food. Everyone was cheering around another, even taller mountain of food, and no one paid attention to that small pile of food.

Henry Carter crawled quickly on the ground; he didn’t want to become part of the food.

But his body was grabbed by a hand as thin and shriveled as a chicken claw, the calluses on the palm rubbing against his body like sandpaper.

Henry Carter didn’t cry, so he just looked up at the owner of that hand.

It was a very, very old woman.

In fact, it was the most decrepit female body Henry Carter had ever seen in his life. Her body was pitch black, every rib beneath her skin clearly visible, and a pair of shriveled breasts, nothing but two pieces of skin, hung from her chest like two torn bags. She had not a single tooth in her mouth, one eye socket was a terrifying black hole, and the other eye was mostly covered by a white cataract.

She had only a few sparse strands of hair left. She hugged Henry Carter tightly, pressing him firmly against her chest, and her toothless mouth spewed a rotten stench as she shouted at the others.

Pressed close to her skin, Henry Carter realized this woman’s body was as cold as a corpse. Only the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she shouted kept Henry Carter from thinking she was actually dead.

Unfortunately, the woman’s shouting didn’t attract anyone’s attention. Henry Carter noticed that everyone was using sticks to roast chunks of meat, completely ignoring the old woman’s cries.

He couldn’t understand a single word the woman was shouting.

Henry Carter was very hungry!

He started to cry loudly.

After shouting for a while and seeing that no one paid attention, the old woman stopped yelling. She carried Henry Carter to the fire, found a young woman with a large chest, and handed Henry Carter over to her.

There was already a child in this woman’s arms, sucking hungrily at one nipple. Henry Carter lunged fiercely, latching onto the other nipple and sucking hard.

The taste of human milk is the ultimate delicacy for a baby, but for an adult like Henry Carter, it’s nothing special.

As mouthful after mouthful of milk went down his stomach, the hunger quickly faded. He felt as if every cell in his body was cheering. The milk flowed into his stomach and instantly turned into nourishment—a very strange feeling.

At this moment, eating one more mouthful meant growing stronger, so Henry Carter didn’t hold back at all.

Not only that, he even stepped on the other child’s face with his foot, pushing his mouth away from the nipple.

The young woman was eating meat and had no idea about the battle taking place in her arms.

After draining one breast, Henry Carter decisively switched battlefields and swapped places with the skinny child.

That child was very dirty, and the woman’s body was also filthy and covered in ashes. On this battlefield for food, Henry Carter quickly and consciously made himself into a dirty child—even dirtier than the other one.

Henry Carter finished all the milk from both breasts, leaving the dirty child with nothing, so the child opened his mouth and started to cry.

The woman, annoyed as she ate her meat, looked down and found two children in her arms, with the oldest one-eyed woman in the tribe standing beside her.

She angrily tossed the crying child to the old woman, but hugged the plump Henry Carter even tighter.

Henry Carter babbled, spreading his arms to hug the woman’s neck, rubbing his face against her chubby cheek.

Clearly, the young woman enjoyed the affection of this child who didn’t like to cry. She took a lump of chewed meat from her mouth and stuffed it into Henry Carter’s mouth...

Henry Carter swallowed it...

Henry Carter swallowed it!

To survive, Henry Carter swallowed it without hesitation.

After all, seeing that dirty child clinging to the old woman’s chest, desperately sucking at those two pieces of skin, Henry Carter knew that food was incredibly precious at this moment.

Making himself into a dirty child and replacing the other one was extremely important for Henry Carter.

Only by fully integrating into a tribe could he survive.

It was like two eaglets in an eagle’s nest—only by pushing the other eaglet out of the nest and letting it fall to its death could one grow strong and ultimately survive.

Henry Carter was one of those eaglets, and an outsider at that.

Hiding in the young woman’s arms, Henry Carter looked sadly at the group of people sitting around the fire. Judging by the way they ate, they were still a group of uncivilized—savages.

Their tools were extremely primitive: wooden sticks, bamboo spears, a few sharp stone flakes, and stone hammers—that was all they had.

As for eating, although they no longer ate raw meat with fur and blood, they only barely roasted their food, sometimes not even fully cooked.

After confirming these people’s identity, Henry Carter pondered for a long time and still felt that discovering a tribe of savages near Kunlun Mountain made no sense at all.

The young woman sucked hard on a cow leg bone, filled her mouth with marrow, and, for some reason, passed a mouthful of it to Henry Carter mouth-to-mouth.

Chewing the snot-like bone marrow in his mouth, Henry Carter used all his strength to swallow this mouthful of motherly love.

This beef feast didn’t end until midnight.