Chapter 2 The Fire Tribe

It is not fun to travel through time and space and become a totem. It is even boring because you can only sit there motionless and watch a bunch of idiots busying around you. You can't even curse them.

As a patient with advanced cell phone cancer in later generations, traveling through time and space and becoming a totem is really a suicidal experience.

This is not a joke. Diwu Xuan tried to end his short and boring totem career a long time ago.

Anyway, the fact that he could travel through time and space here proves the existence of souls. It is better to be a lamb to be slaughtered in the next life than to be a stone.

However, in fact, stones do not have the right to commit suicide.

You see, how fair God is. He gave you toughness and forgot to give you weakness.

Therefore, Diwu Xuan could only watch these primitive people live the life that the white-collar workers in his previous life envied every day.

They worked once every three to five days, gathering enough food to last for a few days, and then they would catch lice for fun. In between, they would fight over this, and finally the big leader would beat them up.

Sometimes the Fifth Xuan would guess who would win in the end, but every time before the two primitive men decided the winner, the big leader would jump out and end the fight early.

The witch never cared about these things, and he didn't collect food.

As the most idealistic person in the entire tribe, his daily task was to smear and apply on the stone body of the Fifth Xuan, sometimes dancing with excitement, and sometimes staring at him in a daze with sighs.

"If I had hands, you would be the first one I would kill."

The Fifth Xuan made this oath countless times, but in fact, he had no hands, not now and not in the future.

He is just a stone, not the kind of stone that can give birth to monkeys.

When he was a child in his previous life, he always sighed that life was as lonely as snow, and thought this sentence was beautiful, but now he thinks: his previous life was too wonderful.

There was ice cream, barbecue, wine, hot pot, beautiful women, a wife, a father who beats you, a mother who loves you, a bad friend who cheats you, and a brother who bullies him since he was a child.

This is such a perfect world, why am I not satisfied, why do I want to go rock climbing, why don’t I take more protective measures when climbing?

Why? Why?

He questioned himself who became a totem countless times.

Is it ideal? Is it brave?

No, neither, it’s just his grandmother’s dissatisfaction.

Contentment brings happiness, the ancients were not deceiving me.

Now, the unsatisfied self has become an ancient who is more ancient than the ancients. In the true loneliness of the snow, he has learned to be content.

The sacrificial dance every ten days is the happiest thing for him. Feeling the fiery red power nurtured in the totem growing stronger and stronger, he looks forward to giving birth to a brand new self one day.

Even if he is not a monkey that can fly into the sky and into the earth, it is good to become a fire spirit. If not, he can become a pig or a dog. As long as he is not a stone, he will be satisfied.

However, as the days passed, the rain became less and less, and the weather became colder and colder. When the first snow fell, he still did not become what he wanted to become.

He was still a stone, and the little witch drew on his body every day.

The comfortable primitive people began to get busy.

When early winter came, the fruits of the trees began to decrease, and they had to hunt.

Hunting is dangerous. The wounds caused by the thick wooden sticks hitting the animals are not serious, but the fangs and claws of the animals are enough to cause fatal injuries to them.

A primitive man has already died. His stomach was scratched by the tusks of a wild boar. After struggling painfully for three sunrises and sunsets, he finally bid farewell to this world in pain.

After his death, his soul returned to the totem, that is, the body of the Fifth Xuan, and turned into a ray of red light, lying comfortably inside.

After another three days, the red light dissipated and turned into a hot and fiery power, merging into the power of the Fifth Xuan.

"Maybe, this is the final destination of the soul. Even if you are dead, you are still using your power to protect your tribe."

Inexplicably, the Fifth Xuan felt a little sad.

The primitive man can still return to his roots after death, but what about him? He has said goodbye to his own world forever.

He doesn't know how his relatives are doing, how are his wife and children? Are his parents sick because of him? His brother should be very happy... or maybe not that happy.

This depressed mood lasted for a long time. In a primitive tribe where there has been no change, it is very difficult to divert attention, until the little witch's gestures on his body finally produced results.

It was snowing that day, and the little witch suddenly summoned all the primitive people. Diwu Xuan was a little confused because this was not the day for sacrificial dances.

Then, under his surprised gaze, the little witch scratched his left palm with a beast claw, filled his right hand with blood, and drew a ghostly symbol on his head.

At the moment when the ghost-painted symbol was formed, Diwu Xuan felt the change and understood the meaning of what the little witch did: he was naming the tribe.

This ghost-painted symbol was a word, a fire word, representing the name of the tribe and also the power of the tribe.

"Woo~~Woo-woo-woo..."

The primitive people were excited again. They danced with their teeth and claws, dancing an unformed sacrificial dance, as if only in this way could they vent their excitement.

Until this moment, they had completely taken root, had their own tribe, and had their own name.

They were a whole, inseparable, and shared life and death.

And Diwu Xuan became the synonym of their common will. He was no longer simply called a totem, but a fire totem.

He represented fire, heat, life, and the destination of the soul.

The little wizard was also very excited, but instead of dancing, he sat paralyzed on the ground. He looked very tired, and there seemed to be a strand of silver in his hair.

His spine, which was originally quite straight, became hunched. He became old and his vitality was no longer strong.

In a trance, Diwu Xuan seemed to see the oil lamp that was about to go out. Amidst

the noise, the big guy came to the side of the little wizard. He patted the wizard on the shoulder and said nothing. It seemed that he was comforting him, but also that he was saying goodbye.

The little wizard gave him a smile. There was no bitterness or fear in that smile. There was only satisfaction.

He completed the most important mission of his life. For this, he devoted his life without regrets.

That night, the little wizard curled up in front of the fire totem. In the reflection of the totem fire, Diwu Xuan looked at him, and he also looked at Diwu Xuan.

The next morning, the little wizard's hair was completely white, his body was thin, and his hunched body could not straighten up at all.

All the primitive people spontaneously stood in front of the totem fire to see off their first witch.

The witch sat with his back against the Fifth Xuan, stretched out his hand with difficulty, and pointed at the only child in the tribe, a short primitive man who had not grown up and had always been protected by all the primitive people.

The little primitive man was not timid, he walked forward and let the little witch carve a fire word on his forehead with his skinny fingers.

He became the second generation witch of the tribe, after the little witch closed his eyes and completely returned to the embrace of the fire totem.