This group of people, wearing simple clothes and primitive tools, carefully walked through the rugged mountain forest. Everyone was holding their breath, trembling with fear. They were vigilant of everything around them, trying not to make any noise.
In this long line of hundreds of people, only the sound of wooden sticks hitting the branches and leaves and light footsteps could be heard.
This seemed to be a primitive tribe, in the middle of migration. Perhaps they had experienced many fierce battles on the way. Most of the young people in the line were stained with blood, and some were even unconscious, needing to be carried by the tribesmen.
On the back of a tall and sturdy man, there was a thin and pale young man.
This young man had clear scratches on his forehead and back. They were so deep that the bones could be seen. The wounds were black and seemed to have been poisoned.
In the bumpy ride, the young man gradually opened his eyes. His dim eyes were filled with confusion.
"Who am I? Where am I? "The young man muttered to himself.
Weng!
All of a sudden, his mind trembled as memories began to awaken, filling his empty soul.
These memories seemed strange, but also strangely familiar. It was a bit contradictory.
The young man did not think too much about it. He quickly understood his identity.
His name was Xuan. He was seventeen years old this year. He was the eldest son of the leader of the Grey Stone tribe.
The tall and sturdy man who was carrying him was his younger brother, Gen.
Compared to his tall and sturdy brother, Xuan was very thin and weak. This made his status in the tribe low. Until now, he had not been able to find a wife.
"Gen, what's wrong with me? Where are we going? "Xuan asked in confusion.
When Gen heard the voice on his back, he could not help but be overjoyed. He said in a muffled voice, "Xuan, you finally woke up. That's great! Don't you remember? When you went to get water the day before yesterday, you were scratched by the black birds. We have already left the tribe. Wu Xi said that the ancestor will lead us to the north. That is the only way to survive. "
Xuan was confused. He looked at the long line behind him and asked, "Gen, are we not going back to the tribe? Why is that? What about the black bracken we planted? Don't you want Wuxi's medicinal field? "
Gen stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. After you were unconscious, those damned demon beasts found us. They captured more than sixty of our people and killed more than thirty of them. Even the leader Ke He Jie was killed by the demon beasts. We couldn't stay in Cang Mountain anymore, so we had to leave."
"Damned demons! In the end, they still found us! "Xuan said resentfully.
"Yes! The demons were too hateful! But they are too strong, we can only hide from them. "Gen's voice was filled with hatred, but he was also very depressed.
This was an era of Gods and Demons. The Gods and Demons were the two most powerful races in the world. They fought and killed each other while crazily devouring and enslaving other races.
The God race used enslavement of intelligent beings to spread their faith and collect the power of faith to improve their cultivation.
The Devil Race, through demonizing living beings, devoured the space between heaven and earth, expanded their territory, and plundered resources.
As for the other races, whether it was the Dragons clan, Yao clan, Beasts clan, or Underworld clan, they either became the source of the God race's faith or the Devil race's food.
And the human race was the weakest race in the world. Not to mention the God and Devil race, even the demon beasts were far stronger than the human race. The human race could only struggle bitterly in the cracks between the strong races in the world, struggling to survive.
In Xuan's memory, this was the third time the Changshi tribe had migrated. The first time was because of a natural disaster, and the second time was to escape the threat of a bone wolf race.
But this time, it was because of the Devil race.
Xuan thought of the Changshi tribe's situation and couldn't help but sigh. His face showed a worried expression.
Gen continued to talk about the abomination of the Devil race and his worries for the future.
But Xuan didn't say anything. On one hand, he was very weak and didn't have the strength to talk too much. On the other hand, his mind was thinking about some strange things.
He was Xuan, this he didn't doubt. But he didn't know why, but when he recalled his past, he always felt that it wasn't him.
For example, he loved Chun, the disciple of the High Priest. He often dreamed of Chun without clothes.
But he never dared to confess, and he even pretended to hate Chun. With his current thinking, if he liked her, then he liked her. What was there to be afraid of?
Also, his father often taught him archery and hunting, but he always learned very slowly. Once he learned something, he forgot it. He was so stupid that he couldn't believe it.
Also, in the tribe, Heize, often laughed at him, teased him, but he always lacked the courage to fight back. He could only accept it and swallow it. Whenever he saw Heize, he was afraid.
At this moment, Xuan found it hard to believe that the inferior, cowardly, stupid, and timid Xuan was actually himself.
But if he wasn't Xuan, who could he be?
Xuan shook his head, trying to get rid of those shameful memories.
After walking for half a day, the team stopped by a small stream. The tribesmen took out some dried vegetables and meat, and ate and drank in the stream water.
Xuan also forced himself to eat some. These things didn't suit his taste, but in order to recover quickly, he forced himself to eat two handfuls of dried vegetables and a piece of meat.
Just as he finished eating, he saw a beautiful girl in a large animal skin coat coming over.
That was Chun, the disciple of the High Priest Wuxi. She knew some simple medical skills. She came to change Xuan's medicine.
Chun was the most beautiful girl in the tribe, and she didn't have a partner. She was the goddess in the hearts of all the young men. Her face was beautiful, and her expression was calm. She was like a little flower in the valley, very lovable.
In fact, Chun was a little afraid of Xuan, because Xuan hated her. Every time she treated him, he was very resistant.
However, as she got closer, Chun found that Xuan was a little different today. Xuan didn't look at her with the usual disgust. Instead, his eyes were shining brightly, which made her blush a little. She didn't dare to look into his eyes.
"Xuan, it's time to change your medicine. Turn around." Chun put down the medicine box and said coldly.
"Oh."
Xuan obediently turned around and lay on the stone, exposing his back.
Chun was a little surprised by Xuan's obedience, but she wasn't too surprised.
She opened the broken animal skin coat on Xuan's back, revealing the wound. Then, she gently scraped off the black blood that was oozing out, and slowly applied a yellow medicine.
It was a little painful. Xuan couldn't help but gasp.
Perhaps it was to divert her attention, or perhaps it was premeditated, Xuan said, "Chun, is there anyone in the tribe you like?"
Chun's movement slightly paused, and then she used a little more force. Xuan was in so much pain that he twitched.
She said expressionlessly, "No."
"Oh, that's great."
Xuan took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Chun, since you don't like anyone, then you like me from now on."
"Ah? Why? "
Chun opened her mouth wide in surprise, and her face was full of confusion.
"Because I like you too!" Xuan said as if it was a matter of fact.
Chun blinked her eyes and looked at Xuan in disbelief. She even suspected that the Xuan in front of her had been demonized. It was as if he had changed into another person.
After being stunned for a moment, Chun came back to her senses and hummed, "I won't like you. I like warriors who dare to fight with beasts, but you're not one of them."
Xuan was not annoyed at all. He smiled confidently and said, "Then you should like me even more. Because in the near future, I will definitely become the best warrior in the Gray Stone tribe. At that time, I will sleep with you and then have a bunch of babies."
Chun blushed and said angrily, "I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore! Keep dreaming! "
She glared at the shameless Xuan, then hurriedly got up and left, as if she was running away.
"Hehe."
Xuan smiled strangely, then pulled out a piece of hard grass and put it into his mouth.
He thought for a while, then looked up at the leaving figure. He shouted with all his strength, "Chun, I can do it. You can't like anyone else!"
"I don't want to listen!"
Chun ran away quickly.
"Burp —"
An exaggerated burp sounded from the side. It was Gen who had accidentally swallowed an entire piece of jerky, choking until his face and ears turned red.
However, his eyes were looking at his brother Xuan in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.
At this moment, the youths from the other tribes also heard Xuan's bold words. They were all shocked, but at the same time, they could not help but glare at him angrily, as if they were bulls that were about to go crazy …
Outside this world, several pairs of eyes were observing Lin Xuan. At this moment, the scene of Lin Xuan flirting with the girl was also seen by them.
The Purple Emperor did not know whether to laugh or cry. He shook his head and said, "As expected, it's easy to change mountains and rivers, but hard to change one's nature. Even if this guy sealed his memories and returned to the ancient times, he still could not forget his ability to chase after women."
The White Emperor smiled and said, "There's nothing strange about it. The ancient humans are ignorant, so it's even harder for them to hide their nature. This is also convenient for us to observe their nature. "
Just as Xuan was extremely bored, thinking about how to work hard and chase after women.
In different places in the same world, a youth named Su and a youth named Yi woke up at the same time.
When Su woke up, he realized that his tribesmen, as well as his parents and brothers, had all been killed. Countless gray vultures that specialized in eating corpses descended from the ground, eating the corpses into white bones.
If he had not woken up in time, he might have been eaten by the gray vultures.
Su's eyes shone with hatred and killing intent, but he was terrifyingly calm.
His tribesmen and parents had died because of the annexation between tribes.
In this valley that was suitable for survival, there were more than ten tribes of various sizes. Outside the mountains was the territory of the Netherworld Race, a race that humans could not afford to offend.
The tribesmen here were unable to expand. When the population increased too quickly, there would be battles between tribes to reduce the population and fight for survival space.
Su recovered some of his strength and stood up from the ground. He picked up a tree branch, and as if he was using a sword, he accurately struck down a grey-colored vulture that was eyeing him covetously. Then, he took staggering steps and disappeared into the forest …
Yi's tribe was a large one. It was very rich and was under the rule of the God Race.
Most of them had already become servants of the God Race. They prayed three times a day, offering the power of faith to the God.
However, these people of the God Race did not seem to receive the protection of the God Race. Instead, they were weaker than those who did not believe in the God Race, and their lifespans were shorter. In the end, they slowly became walking corpses, silently dying in dark corners.
It was also because of this that the free humans instinctively hated the God Race, but they also feared the God Race.
However, under the rule of the God Race, those who did not believe in the God Race would be punished. Every once in a while, the God Race's servant army would come down to pick out some heretics and kill them in public as a warning to others.
Yi's parents were one of the few free people, and Yi was naturally one too.
In order to avoid the pursuit of the God Race's servant army, Yi's family often hid like stray dogs.
Yi had fainted from hunger.
When he woke up, he realized that someone was feeding him millet porridge. It was his mother, Ling.
As he ate the porridge that his mother fed him, he racked his brain, thinking about his situation and future.
Thinking back to his years of exile, Yi felt extremely tired and fearful. He wanted to change. The life he was living now was not what he wanted.
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