Chapter 4: God's Strike Planting in

spring and harvesting in autumn did not exist in primitive society.

After the fifteen primitive people collectively came into puberty, they finally began to think about the problem of survival.

Whether to continue living on the top of the mountain or to go down the mountain to find a more suitable living environment while there is time has become a big problem that troubles them.

Here, they refer to only two people: the big leader and the second-generation witch.

There are only two people who can decide the future of the entire tribe, and even the Fifth Xuan, who is higher than them, is not qualified to participate.

In fact, he really wanted to participate in the discussion, but as a stone, he had no right to speak.

This debate allowed the second-generation witch to grow up, and the Fifth Xuan saw the shadow of the short witch in him.

Their conversation, translated by the Fifth Xuan, was roughly like this:

"I think..." The big-headed leader.

"Shut up, you ignorant man." The second-generation witch.

"Here..." The big-headed leader.

"Shut up, you don't know what we should want at all." The second-generation witch.

"Maybe..." The big-headed leader.

"Shut up, the future of the Fire Tribe must be decided by the witch." The second-generation witch.

So, the big-headed leader could only shut up helplessly. He even felt that the second-generation witch was more difficult to communicate with than the short witch.

"Speak."

The second-generation witch saw that the big-headed leader didn't speak, and yelled in dissatisfaction.

"I think we should stay."

The big-headed leader said helplessly.

"Shut up..." The second generation witch instinctively retorted and was silent for a while: "I think you are right."

The big head leader smiled helplessly. You think I am right and asked me to shut up. Can we still communicate happily?

No matter what the process is, the result is still in line with the idea of ​​the Fifth Xuan. Staying here is safer than running around.

He still can't forget the appearance of the spotted tiger. If they encounter it on the way down the mountain, without the protection of the totem fire, these dozen people may not survive.

What's more, with the commotion in spring, the three female tribesmen are already pregnant, so it is even more unsuitable to run around.

Yes, all three women are pregnant. Of course, it is impossible to confirm whose child it is, but it doesn't matter. For the tribesmen, every little life can be regarded as their own child.

The people here haven't developed so many rules yet. Private property basically doesn't exist. Except for the animal skins they wear, everything else is public property.

Here, only the witch can enjoy everything without restraint.

As the spiritual pillar of the entire tribe, the second-generation witch has basically no selfish desires. What he does every day is basically the same as the little witch, that is, making gestures to the fifth Xuan.

Now, the person the fifth Xuan wants to kill the most is no longer the little witch, not because he is dead, but because the fifth Xuan hates the second-generation witch the most now.

This guy actually climbed on him and made strokes. It's really something that primitive people can tolerate, but stones can't tolerate.

The tribesmen can actually turn a blind eye to the second-generation witch's extremely disrespectful behavior to the fire totem.

"You primitive, crude, ignorant tribesmen, do you still have the least respect for your beliefs?"

The answer is of course no.

In order to make it easier for the second-generation witch, the big-headed leader actually put stones around the fire totem for the second-generation witch to climb.

Therefore, the Fifth Xuan's hatred grew on the big-headed leader again. He cursed this guy who added fuel to the fire from the bottom of his heart.

Obviously, the tribesmen did not want him to curse only the second-generation witch and the big-headed leader, so they kept clapping and cheering while the second-generation witch climbed, pulling the Fifth Xuan's hatred.

"Damn it, wait until I grow hands, I will crush them both to death with one hand."

The Fifth Xuan fiercely made a silent curse, but this could not change the status quo.

Finally, on a hot summer day, the second generation witch came up with his own results.

He sprinkled some mixed fruit pulp on the fifth Xuan, and then said some words that the fifth Xuan could not understand at all, and kept spinning around the fifth Xuan.

Sometimes he stopped and raised his hands to shout to the sky, and sometimes he ran and raised the dust on the ground to let the gravel hit the fifth Xuan.

Such a process naturally attracted the attention of the tribesmen. They came forward one by one, and the pregnant ladies were even more curious and chattered.

The fifth Xuan felt angry, if he had eyebrows. After

a while of busyness, nothing happened. Everyone dispersed, and the second generation witch lay on the ground tiredly to rest.

"You deserve it, I let you splash it on my face, I let you kick stones at my face, you little bastard, you're so tired."

Diwu Xuan cursed in his heart, and then he saw the guy who liked to add firewood the most ran to the second generation witch to comfort him, just like a father who felt sorry for his son who was tired after work.

"Bah, you old thing are very bad, and you are not a good person."

Diwu Xuan continued to curse in his heart, but he couldn't help but increase the power of the totem fire after nightfall to build a larger protective circle for them.

"There's no way, I'm just so kind and so kind."

He comforted himself like this, with some signs of split personality.

The second generation witch slept soundly that night, because the flames were very big tonight. Not only did the flames not increase the summer heat, but they made the area within the flames much cooler.

This is the magic of the totem fire, warm in winter and cool in summer, and can also drive away insects and beasts.

The next morning, the second generation witch woke up early, and then began to throw fruit juice and kick stones at the fifth Xuan again, and this time he was more excessive than the last time, throwing more and kicking harder.

"You little heartless guy, I've been so nice to you for nothing?"

The Fifth Xuanqi was so angry that he wanted to turn around and smash the heartless guy to death, but he was just a stone and could do nothing.

The tribesmen gradually gathered around, and some began to move together behind the second generation witch. More stones flew, more pulp splashed, and the Fifth Xuanqi went crazy.

He had never seen such a heartless person. If he had known this would happen, why did he guard them last winter? They might as well die together.

Just as he was complaining, suddenly the hot and fiery power in his body was twitched, and his soul also felt like it was being pulled.

He was in a trance for several times, and suddenly he felt dizzy. When he opened his eyes again, the Fifth Xuan felt that the whole world had changed.

In front of him was a cylindrical stone with a dark red mark on it that looked like a fire character. A corner of the stone had some signs of decay.

"Isn't this me?"

Diwu Xuan was surprised and couldn't help but look down at his current body. When he looked down, he saw a thin body and raised hands.

"Looks a bit like... a second-generation witch."