Inside and Outside World

The sun pierced through the thick gray clouds and sprinkled its light on the desolate land, and the sticky darkness finally receded completely.

The old priest leaned on a cane and stood on a high ground, watching the people who started to get busy.

Beside him is a tall totem, with rough black lines on the white stone pillars, forming a giant bear roaring upwards. The name of this tribe is "Black Bear".

This is just a small tribe with a population of just over 200.

These small tribes are the most numerous on the Pangu continent.

"Fortunately, among the six burning fires, one of the fires can no longer hold up, and it may be extinguished tonight."

A wrinkled, hunchbacked old woman walked up to the old priest.

The old lady's name is "Zhu".

In this era, most of the ancient characters created by Cangjie, who was under the command of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, have been lost. Words represent civilization and the inheritance of the human race. People in each tribe are qualified to have names only when they reach a certain level, such as old people who master knowledge and impart life experience, and men with strong combat effectiveness.

The Black Bear Tribe has four leaders.

The old priest who mastered "sacrifice": Xing.

The old woman who mastered "divination": I wish.

As well as "Yie" who has herbal medicine and healing ability, and "Jiao" who became the only "warrior" in the tribe. Jiao was also the highest leader of the original tribe, but both of them are dead.

"Congratulations, please do a divination."

"OK."

The old woman staggered away, and when she returned, she was holding a huge dark yellow skeleton, which was obviously not a human skeleton, it seemed to be some giant beast or giant—in fact, it was the skeleton of a "witch", the crooked old woman , came back here with a witch bone that was almost half the size of her, and put it under the totem. She silently chanted the ancient spell, and opened her hand to press on this bone.

Flames surged from his hands, and twisted and twisted lines emerged on the surface of the bone under the scorching.

In the past, witches had all kinds of spells. People were far inferior to witches in terms of strength and physique, but people could learn.

Both divination and fire belong to witchcraft.

Whether it is a sacrifice or a divination, one must master witchcraft.

It's just that the flame of witchcraft is not the flame of the kindling obtained from the primary fire left by King Xin in ancient times. Such a fire cannot dispel the darkness.

Wisps of smoke rose from the roasted witch bones.

"Crack..."

Bones cracked.

The old woman carefully observed the fracture texture of the witch bone, and after a long time her face showed joy: "Gee."

"This is a witch bone. The spiritual power it contains is not comparable to that of the black turtle's carapace. It is impossible to determine the time, but... It is estimated that the fire spreader may arrive soon in the next few days, maybe today, maybe tomorrow."

"Great."

The old priest finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The people in the tribe are busy. The strong men go out with spears, bows and arrows to hunt wild animals, while the women work in the tribe, no matter farming or mending. Some old people go to the nearby woods to collect fruits. Disabled people are fixing tools, and even children are doing things, or learning the skills of fighting, or helping adults with their work.

The old priest stood on the **** next to the tribal totem and looked into the distance. He was looking in the direction of the royal city. If a fire spreader came, he could see it even if he stood here.

In the direction of his gaze, there is an endless desolate land, huge stone walls and gray-brown desert, and the gust of wind howls and blows from time to time, rolling up sand and stones the size of a fist, and large rocks are blown into thousands of wounds by the wind and sand. The stone pillars with hundreds of holes are full of desolation, and only the occasional low and sharp thorns protruding from the desert can be seen.

Some of the gray-brown ground was stained with mottled dark red, which was the blood from the war between the human race and the witch race, which had not melted for thousands of years and blended into the ground.

The old priest stood like a watchdog stone from early morning to night. When the sun moved to the horizon and the darkness was about to move, so that the air was filled with a viscous and terrifying texture, the leader of the black bear tribe , and then sighed in disappointment.

During the day, the well-kept tinder was lit into a fire.

Six fires protected everyone in the tribe, but now, one fire was about to go out, and after the fire was lit, the fire dimmed.

At this time, an old man who was no longer able to work took the initiative to come out and throw himself into the fire.

Using the body as firewood, the burning flame finally began to flourish, and this night, the fire was not extinguished.

The next day, the sun rose as usual.

The old priest still stood on the soil **** next to the totem, looking towards the direction of the royal city and waiting for the fire spreader. This day, no one came. At night, this time, it was a disabled man who took the initiative to walk into the fire. He used to be a member of the tribe. One of the most powerful warriors, later lost his hands while hunting a strange beast, and was no longer able to make any contribution to the tribe.

This is not forced, but voluntary, for the continuation of the tribe and the inheritance of life.

On the third day, the old priest finally saw two figures on the horizon.

"Has the fire passer from Wangcheng arrived?"

His heart was full of excitement.

However, as the person approached, great doubts arose in the old priest's heart.

That's two people.

A boy and a girl.

The two of them looked young, and their delicate faces were beyond the imagination of the old priest. People on the Pangu Continent, even children, were exposed to the sun, wind and rain after birth, and their skin was extremely rough. …It feels like beautiful jade to him, full of unreality as a human being.

The second point of doubt is the clothes on the young girls. In ancient times, the human race used leaves as clothes. Later, people used animal skins as clothes. Later, people used cloth to make clothes. Those warriors who go out to hunt in the tribe today are not easy to wear. Frayed animal skins, tribal women and children wear linen kimono, which is a whole piece of cloth, sleeveless on the body, pierced through the head, and knee-length.

The clothes on the two of them were styles that the old priest had never seen before.

When he was a child, the old priest went to the royal city, where the nobles only wore crowns, boots, headgear or accessories. The clothes of the two made him feel an indescribable special feeling.

Soon ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the two people in the distance approached.

The old priest was silently sensing: "It's not the witch clan, the witch clan has all perished... It's not a monster, they don't have a monster aura, they're not undead with dark souls, they don't have the breath of death, they're human race."

"Is it really the fire spreader?" The old priest greeted him with a cane.

In the desert, the old priest and the boy and girl met.

His gaze was fixed on the blindfolded young man, and he had a feeling that even the nobles in the royal city were not as noble as this young man... After hesitating, he asked, "Little brother, pass the fire?"

Yan Luo: "If you don't pass it on, get out..."

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