I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 860: Shu Pi? I’m the One Who Cuts Shu Pi!

I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 860: Shu Pi? I’m the One Who Cuts Shu Pi!

Chapter 860 – Shu Pi? I’m the One Who Cuts Shu Pi!
It wasn’t just Eldest Senior Brother who was surprised; even the two Green Sparrow Tribe citizens holding Shu Pi down were equally astonished when they heard what he was saying.
Because in their understanding, only members of their own tribe could speak the language taught by the Divine Child to themselves.
Among tribes that interacted closely with theirs, a few could speak bits of their language.
But no matter what, such words should never have come from this outsider’s mouth.
“Shu Pi! Shu Pi! I am! I have merit!”
Catching a glimpse of Eldest Senior Brother pausing his actions, Shu Pi clutched at this final lifeline, shouting and repeating the exact phrases over and over.
Earlier, Eldest Senior Brother’s act of moving to kill him outright without asking anything had terrified Shu Pi.
At this moment, he could no longer indulge in imagining the pleasant life of rejoining the Green Sparrow Tribe; all he could think about was saving his own life.
“Shu Pi? You are Shu Pi?”
The Eldest Senior Brother looked at the struggling man on the ground, shouting desperately, his face showing puzzlement.
He kept repeating the name “Shu Pi,” which sounded vaguely familiar, though he couldn’t immediately recall where he had heard it before.
“Shu Pi! Shu Pi! I am Shu Pi!”
Hearing Eldest Senior Brother’s uncertain murmur, Shu Pi thought it was music to his ears. He hurriedly repeated his identity, hoping to make himself clear.
“It’s you!”
Before Eldest Senior Brother could recall exactly who Shu Pi was, Shang, standing nearby, retrieved memories of Shu Pi from recollections.
This went back many years, when the Divine Child had just brought Bai Xue back from the downstream Fire Tribe.
At that time, the Divine Child had not fully matured and was still a pure-hearted youth. The Eldest Senior Brother and Shaman had been considering finding him some beautiful spouses.
It was in that year that Shu Pi appeared in the Green Sparrow Tribe.
He had followed the leader of the Bone Tribe and, while the Divine Child, Eldest Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, and others went south, attacked their tribe.
Later, the Bone Tribe was destroyed. Apart from the leader being killed, the rest were allowed by the Divine Child to join the Green Sparrow Tribe as citizens—Shu Pi was among them.
Usually, Shang wouldn’t remember such details, but Shu Pi’s behavior had been so outrageous and unforgivable that it stuck in memory.
While everyone else worked hard for their tribe, he had shirked responsibilities, selectively choosing tasks.
Hearing Shang’s reminder, Eldest Senior Brother recalled exactly who this man was.
Remembering him brought a fresh wave of astonishment to Eldest Senior Brother’s mind.
After all, Shu Pi had been expelled from their tribe.
After his expulsion, everyone had assumed he was dead.
Yet not only had he survived, he had returned years later—this time as a captive to their own tribe again.
Truly, this man had remarkable luck.
It wasn’t just Eldest Senior Brother—other elderly members of the Green Sparrow Tribe who remembered Shu Pi’s past had the same realization.
Who could have imagined that the one they expelled so many years ago was still alive?
“Clean the blood off his face.”
After a pause of astonishment, Eldest Senior Brother issued a new command.
Immediately, someone brought a basin of water, splashing half of it over Shu Pi’s face and rubbing it with his hands.
The congealed blood began to dissolve, and the Green Sparrow Tribe member rubbed faster to accelerate the process.
After some scrubbing and another splash of water, Shu Pi’s true face was revealed to everyone.
The Eldest Senior Brother, Shang, and other elder members gathered to see.
Without the blood mask, Shu Pi looked suddenly fragile, unable to meet anyone’s gaze.
“It’s Shu Pi!”
An elderly member of the Green Sparrow Tribe, formerly of the Bone Tribe, confirmed his identity.
The Eldest Senior Brother and others felt his face seemed familiar.
“Shu Pi. Shu Pi! I am…”
Shu Pi kept repeating, banging his head against the ground, trying to earn the tribe’s sympathy to survive.
Looking at him, Eldest Senior Brother, Shang, and others finally realized why the attackers had bows—the expelled Shu Pi had infiltrated their ranks.
This realization brought a more profound shock: they now understood why so many enemies had attacked their tribe.
This man deserved to die!
Back then, he caused trouble in their tribe and was expelled. Now, after so many years and just when they were about to forget him, he returned with a large group of people to attack them and seek revenge!
What else could he deserve but death?
Why he had not gone to the main Green Sparrow Tribe but to Copper Mountain living area was less of a concern—obviously, not everyone has the perfect memory of a person like Mao.
“Leader, kill him!”
“Leader, kill him!”
“Such a person we don’t want! Don’t even want him as a slave!”
Understanding what had happened, the citizens became agitated, looking at Shu Pi on the ground with hatred and disgust.
Had Eldest Senior Brother not been holding the Blackstone weapon, they might have beaten Shu Pi to death themselves.
The Eldest Senior Brother had already planned to kill him.
He had wanted Shu Pi dead because of how he alone intimidated so many, forcing them to surrender their weapons.
Having witnessed the Divine Child’s handling of hostile tribal captives over the years, Eldest Senior Brother knew precisely how to deal with defeated prisoners: to make them slaves safely, the most dangerous and influential had to be killed.
Examples included the Bone Tribe leader or Shaman and the chief of the Flying Snake Tribe.
Not killing Shu Pi, who fulfilled all three dangerous criteria—former exile, led a large force to attack, and could control over 210 captives—would be reckless.
“Pin him down, stretch his neck.”
The Eldest Senior Brother gave the order without hesitation.
The citizens pressed Shu Pi firmly to the ground. Two pulled his tangled hair to straighten his neck.
The old primitive man from the Original Wind Tribe found his constant shouting annoying: “Shu Pi! Shu Pi! I am…”
He removed one shoe and roughly stuffed it into Shu Pi’s mouth.
The world fell silent.
The old man looked satisfied as Shu Pi squirmed, his eyes wide and unresponsive.
“Pfft!”
With everything ready, Eldest Senior Brother raised the weapon that had recently killed the Blackstone chief and struck Shu Pi’s extended neck.
Two precise strikes severed it completely. Blood gushed onto the already stained earth.
Shu Pi, shoe in mouth, eyes wide, could not believe what had happened.
He had envisioned taking the Divine Child and founding a new tribe equal to the Green Sparrow Tribe—but it ended here.
In a primitive society without magic or demons, resistance and disbelief could not change reality.
“Damn, he bit hard!”
The old man, barefoot, struggled to retrieve his shoe from Shu Pi’s mouth. Seeing the teeth marks and Shu Pi glaring at him, he flew into rage.
This was a shoe he had won in last year’s sports games, awarded by the Divine Child himself!
He smashed Shu Pi’s head repeatedly with the shoe until it spun.
Shang then picked up Shu Pi’s head and, using a rope, tied it together with the Blackstone chief’s head by their hair. By coincidence or fate, the two foreheads faced each other—two restless spirits staring at each other.
Meanwhile, the bound Blackstone captives trembled at the sight, some shaking uncontrollably.
Some former Blackstone Tribe members felt relief: they hated Shu Pi for killing their leader and regretted attacking the Green Sparrow Tribe, which had led to many deaths and captures.
The Grass Tribe chief shared this attitude, especially toward the former members of Shu Pi’s tribe.
Taking advantage of Shu Pi’s death, Eldest Senior Brother had interpreters tell the captives that, having attacked the Green Sparrow Tribe, they were now all slaves.
If they did not resist, harm the tribe, or attempt escape, they could live comfortably; good behavior could earn citizenship.
The interpreters struggled to communicate this, but the message was conveyed.
The Eldest Senior Brother then arranged for the dead to be carried to the downwind area, burned for fertilizing fields, and the blood-soaked soil collected as well.
Treatment for seriously injured new slaves had already begun before Shu Pi was executed.
Shang assigned others in Copper Mountain to cook and prepare food, as battles were exhausting.
New slaves were kept outside by the stream. Hair was cut short and bodies washed. Those not clean enough were scrubbed harshly with brushes made from wild boar hair.
After witnessing others being scrubbed bloody, the following new slaves became compliant.
Bathing was done in batches, under the watch of archers to prevent escapes.
After bathing, they were dressed in new animal hides. Feeling the soft, warm hides, many thought of what they had envied before in the Green Sparrow Tribe—the tribe’s hides were soft, comfortable, and warm.
Having been captured, they now enjoyed what they once coveted.
The Divine Child had instructed this practice of cleansing captives. Cutting hair, bathing, and changing clothing killed pests and prevented disease.
The tribe took this seriously—diseases were feared more than beasts or wounds, as some diseases remained untreatable even with the Divine Child’s teachings.
Time passed, the sun began to descend, and the Grass Tribe chief, along with the other captives, arrived at Copper Mountain’s living area—the very place they had longed to enter, but in a far different, subdued manner.
Compared to their initial fear upon capture, the Grass Tribe chief felt calmer.
Though many things seemed strange, one thing reassured her: apart from Shu Pi, no one had been killed.
The seriously injured were treated and fed, including meat—still a precious commodity among tribes.
Thus, even captured, they received comforts that they had only dreamed of.

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Chapter 860: Shu Pi? I’m the One Who Cuts Shu Pi!