Chapter 47 Anxious Waiting

The deep sea where Diwu Xuan had danced returned to calm again. The big turtle looked at the big shell weakly and slowly closed his eyes. It was hard to tell whether he was resting or his life had come to an end.

The totem fire in front of the big turtle was still burning with great intensity, proving that although Diwu Xuan was swallowed by the shell, he was not dead.

His body was in the pearl layer of the shell, which was the shiny mantle at the innermost part of the shell. He had seen it when he visited the pearl farm in his previous life.

Pearl was secreted from all around and fell on his gravel, constantly wrapping him. The little turtle was very quiet underneath, only occasionally stretching out his claws, proving that he was still alive.

"This big turtle... wants to use the shell to make a pearl body for me. What a brain."

Diwu Xuan really admires the big turtle. He can think of this, how can it not surprise people.

And this shell is obviously prepared in advance. It may be that he caught the deep-sea shells that passed by and prepared them early, just for this moment.

"People who don't worry about the future must worry about the present, and the same is true for turtles... huh?"

Just as Diwu Xuan was sighing, suddenly a mysterious call came from the totem fire.

"It's the tribe. There are tribesmen dancing a sacrificial dance. This is... the fire tribe?"

He couldn't believe it. How many years have passed, and there are still people in the fire tribe who remember him? And worship him the first time he sacrificed the totem fire?

The life expectancy of primitive tribesmen is less than 30 years old. He doesn't know how many years he has been under the sea, but he thinks it should be more than a generation.

The third generation witch and the second generation leader may be dead, or they may still be alive because of the totem warriors, but it doesn't matter. They remember themselves, and that's all.

If Diwu Xuan had eyes, he would be in tears.

"Don't worry, wait for me, I have a little turtle, and when I become a pearl, I will let him carry me to find you, to see you."

Diwu Xuan thought silently in his heart, carefully sensing the sacrificial dance coming from the distant cliff.

The distance was too far, he couldn't see those people, only a small figure was relatively clear, he guessed it was the witch.

"Is this generation of witch another child?"

The second generation witch was not big, and the third generation witch was even smaller. Unexpectedly, this generation of witch was also so small.

"I don't know which generation it is. I hope I can quickly become a pearl, come out of the mountains again, and return to my tribe, my country."

In the following days, Diwu Xuan was no longer lonely.

In order to let the little turtle carry him back to the tribe in the future, Diwu Xuan began to tell stories to the little turtle every day.

At the beginning, they naturally couldn't communicate. The little turtle couldn't understand Chinese and could only feel his emotions. The two had communication barriers.

But it took a long time to turn sand into pearls. Slowly, the little turtle could understand some of his simple words. It was a pity that this was a complete fool. The little turtle couldn't understand those complicated words no matter what.

This was because the world was in ancient times, and everyone's thoughts were far from complicated, both humans and animals.

The language used by Diwu Xuan has been deposited for thousands of years, and any idiom in it is a story. It was really difficult for the little turtle to understand.

But the Fifth Xuan had nothing to complain about. It was always good to have a being that could communicate, and in the future, the man and the turtle would basically coexist. This was his footman, so he had to treat it well.

"Your name is Baxia, Baxia. You carry inscriptions everywhere and record the world. How awesome."

"Yeah..."

"You don't understand what 'awesome' means. A cow is... a creature that lives on land with four hooves, a huge body and two horns."

"Yeah..."

"What is land? Uh, this shows that you are ignorant. The land is vast and there are many creatures on it."

"Yeah..."

"Critters... Learn physics and chemistry, and you won't be afraid of conquering the world. Do you think creatures are awesome?"

"Yeah..."

"What is an 'awesome'... You are an 'awesome', you are really awesome, you are the best."

The Fifth Xuan had the feeling of playing the lute to a cow, and he really had a headache.

Little Turtle was sometimes impatient, but most of the time he was as slow as a turtle. Such a slow and stupid student could really make the teacher angry, not to mention that Diwu Xuan was not a good teacher.

He taught Little Turtle when he was bored, and felt the tribesmen's sacrifice when someone was offering sacrifices on the cliff. His life was much better than before.

The process of pearl coating the sand and gravel was naturally painful, but for Diwu Xuan, who had experienced more terrible pain, it was nothing.

Suddenly, everything was developing in a good direction, which made the suffering Diwu Xuan suddenly feel a little uncomfortable.

"Diwu Xuan, Diwu Xuan, you are a sword, or a real sword."

Sometimes he would complain about himself like this, treating it all as a joke, to ease his eagerness to return.

He wished he could turn into a pearl immediately, let the little turtle carry him to the shore, meet his fellow villagers, and shout: I, Hu Hansan, am back again.

The idea was good, but the sea seemed to be slow, the shells spit out pearls very slowly, and his body was also very slow to transform, and he didn't know when he would succeed.

"The Fire Tribe will be destroyed before I can get up."

Sometimes he couldn't help but have such wild thoughts, and then he would spit a few times to drive away the bad luck.

During the long wait, Diwu Xuan would occasionally look at the big turtle, and he could no longer feel the breath of the big turtle.

But because the grass green power was swallowed up, he was no longer so sensitive to vitality, so he didn't dare to guess whether the big turtle was dead.

"If you die, I will erect a monument for you. In the future, I will name you a divine beast...Xuanwu, to honor your achievements."

He did not have a deep relationship with the giant turtle, and he was used to life and death, so he could still make a few jokes.

On this day, when he was happy that a corner of his body had turned into a pearl, he was worshipping again on the mountain, and he felt this connection for the first time.

"Huh? The interval is so short this time, is there something wrong?"

He looked up involuntarily, and he was stunned at a glance.

Diwu Xuan saw a figure, very clearly, because the figure was on fire, which made their connection much closer.

"Such a familiar figure... It's... It's my silly girl. The silly girl is not dead, and you are not dead either."

Diwu Xuan couldn't help but scream in the shell. His voice couldn't get out, but the little turtle connected to him was awakened.

He raised his head and looked at Diwu Xuan, wondering what he was crazy about again.

"Great, wait for me, wait for me, I'll go back, I'll go back."

Diwu Xuan said one sentence after another, trying to make the figure understand what he meant, but his voice could not be heard at all, and the flames on the figure in the distance were getting bigger and bigger.

Suddenly, he had a bad premonition in his heart.