It took a step back, closed its mouth, stood still, and looked at Big Black.

However, this action only lasted for a maximum of three or four seconds.

It lowered its heavy head, finally realizing that it seemed unable to handle Big Black, and left with its head down.

Only after it completely disappeared from everyone's sight did Li Qing and the others finally breathe a sigh of relief.

fine……

Li Qing breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that if Da Hei had relaxed even slightly during the confrontation just now, it would have been all over.

Thanks to Dahei for persevering until now.

"Big Black".

Li Qing said softly.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Big Black's body suddenly went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

"Big Black!"

Li Qing ran to Da Hei, squatted down, and hugged Da Hei.

"Big Black, how are you?"

Chu's voice came from nearby: "It's alright, Mai Zi, it was probably just tired."

Li also comforted him, "Don't worry, it just needs to rest a little."

"Big Black, you did a great job," Chu said with emotion. He squatted down and patted Big Black's back. "We will never have the thought of eating you again. You just saved all of us."

Upon hearing Chu's words, Dahei trembled with fear.

Li Qing: "Chu, you scared him just now!"

"Really? Hahaha," Chu laughed heartily. After this incident, he seemed to be in a much better mood. "Hey, Big Black, don't be angry. You're even more powerful than a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Don't get angry over such a small thing!"

Li: "Let's go back to the tribe first, it's too unsafe here!"

Li Qing nodded and put Dahei down. "Can you still walk?"

Big Black tried to stand up and maintain its balance. It had just been on edge and wasn't actually injured. After a few tries, Big Black returned to normal.

Li Qing breathed a sigh of relief and picked up Yong again: "Let's go home."

...

safflower!

Red flowers as vast as the sea!

Li Qing and everyone from the Red Flower Tribe circled around to a flat area behind the tribe, where a vast expanse of bright red flowers stretched as far as the eye could see!

This is a very common flower. Even the elders in Li Qing's tribe, and even the shamans, don't know the name of this red flower. But for the Red Flower Tribe, it is a spiritual symbol. The chief and the shamans who first founded the Red Flower Tribe named the tribe after this patch of red flowers.

Several children from the tribe stood far behind the tribespeople, watched over by adults. They looked ahead at the scene that was about to unfold, their eyes filled with confusion. However, perhaps sensing the seriousness of the atmosphere, they did not make a sound.

Li Qing stood among a group of "high-level warriors." Using a sharp stone tool, he found a spot near the safflower and began digging a hole. Since agriculture wasn't practiced here, there were no hoes or similar tools available; to dig a hole, he had to find any available tool.

The soil was quite soft, but the sharp tools in their hands were not suitable for digging, which made progress very slow. However, none of the tribesmen present were in a hurry, but waited quietly for Li Qing to dig a very deep pit.

After digging the pit, Li Qing turned his head and said, "Cang."

Cang took out some powdered medicine from a snakeskin pouch he had prepared beforehand and handed it to Chen Yun's palm: "Here you go."

Li Qing took the Hundred Drive and smeared it on Yong's face. After making sure it was clean, Li Qing breathed a sigh of relief, picked up Yong, and gently placed him into the dug pit.

Begin filling with soil.

At this point, a few of the younger ones started discussing it.

"This approach seems... quite different indeed."

"This will make me remember this day forever, and I will always remember the sacrifices they made for the tribe."

After Li Qing finished filling the grave with soil, he took a stone from Li, who was standing to his right. There was no suitable stone to serve as a tombstone, so he had to find a stone with a smooth, flat surface to use as a makeshift tombstone. He forcefully inserted the stone into the soil and used the sharp tool he had just used to dig the soil to write the character "勇" (yong, meaning courage/bravery) from the current civilization on it.

After finishing all this, Li Qing wiped away his sweat and spoke slowly in a low voice that everyone around could hear: "Yong was a loyal warrior of the tribe. He fought for the tribe to the last moment. Now that he is dead, I only wish that after his death, he will not be bitten by mosquitoes or eaten by wild animals. Lying in the ground is the best resting place for him. People eat the soil for a lifetime, and the soil eats people once. Perhaps if he is buried in a sea of ​​red flowers, Yong will not get lost after death, because this is his home, the Red Flower Tribe, which will always be waiting for him to return home."

Li Qing bit her lip hard, telling herself once again that she must find the traitor in the Red Flower Tribe and avenge Yong and all the fallen warriors!

He bowed deeply before Yong's grave.

Although the Red Flower Tribe members watching Li Qing's actions did not understand the meaning of his "bowing," the power of his words could penetrate their ears and reach their minds. Li Qing's words stirred the emotions of many in the tribe. Faintly, Li Qing could hear several sobs coming from behind him, some from men and some from women.

Following Li Qing's example, they bowed in unison to Yong's tombstone, almost as if they had reached a consensus.

I still don't understand the point of doing this, but for them, doing it is better than not doing it.

The shaman appeared behind Chen Yun at some point and patted Li Qing on the back: "Well done, Mai Zi. You've shown us the preciousness of life."

Li Qing remained silent.

The shaman sighed: "In the past, when someone in our tribe died, we would also be very sad, but we have never treated them as formally as you have. However, what you said is very good, and what you did is very good. What you just said is very true. The Red Flower Tribe exists because of the Red Flower! For him, burying him here is perhaps more appropriate than in any other place."

Dian stood side by side with Li Qing. The chief of the Red Flower Tribe looked as if he had aged ten years. Like an old man, he reached out and tremblingly touched the "tombstone," whispering, "Rest well inside, Yong. I will never forget the day you successfully hunted a giant wild boar, carried it back to the tribe, and smiled as you told us, 'We'll have a good meal today!' You are the most experienced level two warrior in the tribe! As for the Black Wind Tribe, believe me, one day we will personally take Tu's head!"

Li Qing stared at Yong's tombstone, remaining silent for a long time. He shook his head, handed the sharp weapon to Li, and waved as he walked into the crowd.