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Chapter 1

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The cliff was thousands of meters high, dotted with small trees that swayed tenaciously in the wind. The top of the cliff was flat and open. It was a man-made platform. A small figure was sitting lazily on the edge of the cliff under the afterglow of the setting sun. His two legs dangled boldly on the edge of the cliff, swaying unconsciously, looking particularly lonely.

This was a teenager of sixteen or seventeen years old, with light broad eyebrows and a pair of slender eyes. He seemed to be habitually squinting his eyes, giving people a feeling that he was not fully awake yet. The outline of his face was very clear, as if it was carved by a knife or an axe, revealing a sense of fortitude. Because he was not an adult yet, he looked a little immature. However, if one looked closely at his eyes, one would notice a trace of vicissitudes in his eyes.

"This world is so f * cking abnormal! Even the time is different. I don't even know how long it has been … Three years? Or four years? This place only has two seasons. Warm season … Winter season … Sigh … I can't go back … "

The teenager sighed and hammered the ground. Looking at the fist print on the green rock, he smiled again. There was almost nothing in this world that he was satisfied with. Other than power, there was no entertainment in this damn place. Every day, he had to think about eating, and looking for anything that could fill his stomach. That was the meaning of living in this world.

A sharp whistle sounded, and the youth suddenly jumped up and ran along the top of the cliff. His speed was incomparably fast, and in a moment, he arrived at the corner of the cliff. There was a stone fort there, and it was a stone fort that protruded seven or eight meters from the cliff. Two large men were standing in the small stone fort.

This stone fort was very small, long and narrow, and it protruded out of the cliff. The top of the fort was made of logs. On the ground, there was a three meter long and two meter wide hole, through which one could clearly see the bottom of the cliff. A metal frame was placed on the hole, and a giant wheel was installed on top of it.

A man with a big beard saw the teenager come in, and said, "A Feng, the hunting team is back. You have good eyesight, see if there is anything wrong."

The young man nodded. He reached out to hold the wheel and looked down. He saw a few small black dots below. His eyes suddenly flashed and a faint silver light appeared. The young man said happily, "Uncle Ke and the others are back … Quickly, put the basket down!"

The bearded man reached out and grabbed an iron ring. With a pull, a huge hanging basket loosened and appeared at the entrance of the cave below. The two men began to roll the wheels and lowered the hanging basket.

The basket was three meters long, two meters wide, and one and a half meters deep. It was a rectangular basket that was used to transport people and supplies. It was one of the entrances and exits of Tiger Cliff Castle. Tiger Cliff Castle only had two entrances to the outside. One was here, and the other was the tunnel at the back of the castle. However, that path was harder to traverse, so the people in the castle used the basket to enter and exit.

Soon, the basket was lifted up. There were two big men sitting in the basket and a lot of prey. The young man glanced at them and said, "Why are they all small prey? Uncle Ke, are there no big guys?"

The basket was mostly filled with wild hares, pheasants, ducks, and a few rare goats.

The so-called rare goats were a special product of this place. They were a very small type of wild goats that liked to eat all kinds of spirit herbs. Their meat was delicious and was one of the best delicacies here. However, they were too small and did not have much meat. A rare goat had at most twenty kilograms of meat, which was only a little more meat than a pheasant or wild hare.

Uncle Ke laughed, "A Feng, this time we didn't get much. Hehe, but … we killed a buck-toothed wild boar that weighed a few hundred kilograms. The harvest is not bad. A Feng, come to my house later and pick up a pig leg. Hehe."

A Feng nodded and laughed, "Okay, I'll send uncle home."

Most of the people who lived in Tiger Cliff Castle were hunters. Their family members usually planted some grains and potatoes in the valley. Most men did not farm as they had to go out to hunt. The population of Tiger Cliff Castle was very small, only a little more than a thousand people. There were close to two hundred families, and the young man A Feng was one of them. He had a grandfather and a young sister. His parents had left before he took over the young man's body, and no one knew where they went.

These few years had been very difficult. When he first woke up, his little sister was only three years old and was completely dependent on A Feng to raise her. His grandfather was old and weak and could no longer hunt. In the beginning, A Feng relied on collecting wild fruits and some hunters who saw that his grandfather's family was in a difficult situation to survive until now. The people here were very simple. Neighbors helped each other. If they did not help each other, it would be very difficult to survive.

However, when it came to this year's winter, A Feng had to prepare his own food for the winter. This was a difficult task for him. Not only did he have to feed himself, he also had to feed his grandfather and little sister.

Uncle Ke went down again. This time, the basket carried a buck-toothed wild boar that weighed more than 250 kilograms. The meat of this type of wild boar was not delicious. The meat was coarse, and without proper cooking skills, it would not taste good. Of course, A Feng did not care. Since he came here, he rarely felt full. Moreover, his appetite was so big that it made him feel very helpless. He could not understand why he could eat so much.

A few hunters and A Feng laughed as they carried the game into the castle.

Tiger Cliff Castle's terrain was very steep. It was surrounded by cliffs and cliffs. In the middle was a depression with a radius of two kilometers. Therefore, there was a piece of land that could be planted. The people of Tiger Cliff Castle lived in the caves under the cliffs. Every family occupied a cave. There were natural caves and man-made caves. Outside the caves were wooden huts. During the warm season, they could live in the wooden huts. Once the cold season came, they had to live in the caves to pass the winter.

The entire terrain of Tiger Cliff Castle was like a flat bowl. The residents lived in the bowl. The outer walls of the bowl were the cliffs. This was a natural large defensive fortress.

Therefore, everyone came down from the cliffs and quickly arrived at the residential area.

… …

A Feng carried a wild boar leg in one hand and two pheasants in the other. He quickly walked towards his house.

Soon, they arrived at a house with a wooden fence. It was a small courtyard and a small hut on the cliff. A little girl saw A Feng return and happily said, "Big brother, big brother …" She shouted as she ran over.

The weather was starting to get cold. The little girl wore a short fur coat. Her long fur danced as she ran, like a small ball of fur rolling over. A Feng smiled and said, "Don't run … Slow down, slow down …" He squatted down. Because he was carrying something in both hands, he couldn't carry it.

The little girl rushed into A Feng's arms and hugged his neck. A Feng stood up with the little girl hanging on him. She giggled and said, "Big brother, whose meat did you take this time …"

A Feng used his forehead to touch the little girl's forehead and said dotingly, "It's Uncle Ke's game. Is Grandpa okay?"

The little girl giggled and said, "Grandpa went to boil salt. He just came back."

Tiger Cliff Castle had a specialty product, and that was salt. There was an underground brine mine that extracted brine from the ground and boiled it to produce salt. There wasn't much of it, but it was enough for the residents of Tiger Cliff Castle to live. This was also one of the main reasons why the people of Tiger Cliff Castle could live in the depths of the mountains and possess a brine mine.

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