"what!"
A scream of pain came from an indigenous man wearing animal skins, dark skin and bleeding on his shoulders. He was being hit by a merciless hammer. A man with a golden hammer in his hand stood beside him. , Hammering at him like a hammer, if it weren't for the wound on the shoulder of the indigenous male, he recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the screams became more and more full, making people think that it was the scene of the murder.
In addition to the two males, another female native was shivering and shivering, her eyes revealing helplessness.
"It's still not a man anymore, this pain is called this."
The highest level of power is useless, and every time I use it to the extent that it makes the appendix painful, I can’t stand it anymore, it’s not strong.
Chen Fang felt that the native male being treated was too delicate.
Shouldn't primitive people all have their intestines flowing out, they would stuff them back and fight again, and never call the Lord of pain.
That is to say, the indigenous men do not understand what Chen Fang said, or else they have to state it. He said this is very unreasonable. It can not bear the pain. It is not the standard for judging whether a person is a man or not, and what is this pain? It doesn't work for you to try this kind of nerve numbness. The wave after wave directly hits the brain, and the more and more it hits, the more people feel the clear pain, even the dead can't bear the pain.
That is to say, I can’t faint, otherwise you won’t have a chance to hear my pain.
"Okay, almost done."
Chen Fang smashed a few more times, watching from a heavy and dying injury to a dying male indigenous, feeling that he would not die and there was no problem, so he put his hand away.
Seeing Chen Fang put away the hammer, the native female gave Chen Fang a cowardly look, and then tremblingly came to the native male who was gasping for breath and stopped crying for pain.
"Chiliquala...Kuka"
After the male native calmed down the female native, he bowed to Chen Fang, then raised his head and said a few native languages that Chen Fang did not understand.
It should be an expression of gratitude. Chen Fangkan's eyes are grateful.
At the same time, he felt curious. Through the expressions of the primitive aboriginals and the length of the words spoken, it can be shown that the tribe where he belongs has developed a language for communication, and it also shows that the aboriginals have the IQ that can communicate, which is somewhat inconsistent with the primitive. Human positioning.
Shouldn't it be like a monkey, just short enough to make a sharp "chi" and "quack"? Chen Fang was puzzled.
But he didn't think too much, he was just curious, and he was not an archaeologist or biologist, and he would go to the root of this.
Being able to communicate is a good thing, at least not in vain.
"No thanks, I didn't save you for nothing."
Chen Fang waved his hand and said, then he began to ponder, thinking about how to communicate so that the native could understand what he meant.
The reason why Chen Fang saved these two natives from the hands of the executioner, apart from his kind intentions, of course also had a purpose. He wanted to obtain some information about the small world through these two natives living in the small world.
But communication has become a big problem.
The two native generals, Chen Fang, were still thinking about something, staring at each other with puzzled expressions, but they didn't dare to bother.
After a while, Chen Fang recovered from his thoughts, and then squatted on the ground and began to pull the grass to clear a piece of ground.
He just thought of how to communicate.
In the case of different languages, how can we communicate to the greatest extent possible?
There are two answers. One is to use gestures to communicate. However, this method is very limited. It requires both parties to have online IQs and a good guessing mind, but obviously not, Chen Fang doesn’t think. The two natives could guess what he meant.
Then you can only use another method, which is painting.
Regardless of the race, drawing pictures is the best means of communication when the language is not clear. It is clear at a glance and can largely avoid misunderstandings.
So Chen Fang squatted on the ground and drew the "you me her" stickman on the cleared ground, and also added two circles on the chest of the female stickman to show the difference.
Then Chen Fang drew a stickman with a triangle on his body to represent the robe and a monster with four arms and two feet, and two large and small circles representing the head and body.
After painting, Chen Fang also specifically pointed to the wounds on the body of the male indigenous people in the distance to express that he painted the orderer and the weird bear.
Then Chen Fang continued to draw, in the form of a four-frame comic, to illustrate how the opponent encountered the orderer and the weird bear.
After painting, Chen Fang looked at the two natives with anticipation, hoping that they could understand what he meant to express.
The two aboriginals stared at the painting painted by Chen Fang on the ground. The lines were twisted and awkward, and they all nodded to show that they understood.
At the same time, the two natives screamed in excitement, dancing with their hands, and inexplicably bowed down to Chen Fang, bowed three times, raised their heads and looked at Chen Fang, as if the believers looked at the gods he believed in. Pious.
Chen Fangshao scratched his head and didn't understand why the two natives reacted so strongly, but he didn't care. He just assumed that the other party was shocked because he came up with this communication method.
As for whether the other party understands it or not?
Chen Fang was not sure. In order to verify, he let it out and pointed to the ground to signal the male native to draw what he wanted to express.
The male native first glanced at Chen Fang anxiously, then squatted down and stretched out his trembling fingers to try to draw a circle on the ground, and then a line representing the human torso.
After the painting was finished, the male native looked up at Chen Fang.
Chen Fang was relieved and nodded to encourage him to continue.
The male native seemed to be encouraged, and went on drawing, and he used extremely simple lines to outline the things he had seen without a teacher, such as semicircles and disorderly and disorderly lines to represent A cauldron burning with flames.
Chen Fang understood, and at the same time he was very surprised. He felt that the indigenous people had a high IQ and knew how to draw inferences and expand.
Because the male native has roughly mastered the skills of drawing and narrative, Chen Fang stayed quietly next to ~EbookFREE.me~ watching the female native stalk the turf for the male native to paint on the ground, watching and figuring out what the other party wanted The meaning expressed.
It may be that the male native is really talented. Although the narrative of the paintings he drew is a bit messy, overall it can still make Chen Fang guess the meaning.
Judging from the paintings of the male natives, the reason why they were attacked by the orderer and the weird bear is because they found it themselves, and the reason is that their children were thrown into the fire by the orderer and then taken away. Because they were unwilling to lose the child, the two of them found the orderer to take back the child who turned into fire.
Needless to say what happened later.
And through looking at the paintings, Chen Fang also learned that the two natives in front of him were indeed from the tribe before, as he guessed.
After understanding the causes and consequences, Chen Fang then began to communicate with the two natives by painting.
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