Chapter 7 opens

Time flies, the years pass by like a shuttle.

If this sentence was said by someone he had met in the previous life, Diwu Xuan would definitely think it was very arrogant.

Day by day, month by month, year by year, no one has one more day, no one has one less day, how can time fly? What is the speed of a shuttle?

However, as a totem, Diwu Xuan feels that he has the right to say this, because time really has no meaning to him.

The life of primitive people is very simple. They can't help yawning after just two days, so he chooses to sleep most of the time and let his spirit sleep in the fire totem.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and five years have passed in the blink of an eye. The third-generation witch has become a little kid running around the world, and the fire tribe is getting bigger and bigger.

After five years of continuous breeding, the Fire Tribe already had 523 babies under the age of two, and he was too lazy to count the unborn in his belly.

There were 678 children over the age of two and under the age of ten. The reason for this small number was that it was too difficult for primitive tribes to survive. Even with his annual heating, many died of diseases and cold.

The number of adults over the age of ten did not change much. Among the children who grew up, plus the sparsely taken in children, there were a total of 123 boys and 285 girls.

This world seemed to be more suitable for women to survive than men. Whether they were hunting or guarding the house, they were always on the front line, so naturally there was a lot of loss.

And our big leader was getting older and older, and he was no longer as brave as he was when he was young.

And he has already begun to focus on training the second generation of leaders. At this point, Diwu Xuan had to admire his broad mind.

He did not choose the earliest tribesman, nor did he choose the children of his own tribesmen, but chose the first adopted child as his successor.

This child is no longer timid, but has become strong under the teachings of the big leader. He is the bravest and the most burly of the younger generation.

However, in the entire tribe, the most popular among the young people is not him, but the third generation witch, the still innocent little girl.

Diwu Xuan likes to pay attention to her the most, because she often sits in front of Diwu Xuan and looks at him.

Compared with the first two witches, he likes this one more. Although the third generation witch chief cannot be said to be beautiful - primitive people have no affinity with beauty - but at least looks better than the first two.

Especially in the past few days, the third generation witch finally dug up the pile of stones and took out the stone spear that was already a bit old from the tree trunk, which made Wu Dixuan feel a lot more comfortable.

The stone spear that the second generation witch had exchanged his life and hard work for finally no longer had to be buried.

The big head leader had studied the stone spear, but the stones he found were okay, and the wooden sticks he found were also good, but it was a bit difficult for him to tie a knot.

And he didn't dare to pull out the stone spear and disassemble it for research, so he didn't study the stone spear in these years.

But he taught his knotting experience to the third generation witch, which made Wu Dixuan very satisfied.

Wu Dixuan tied the knot on the stone spear very tightly at first, but as time passed, the vine had already dried up, and the third generation witch played with it for a while and then untied the knot.

"Little girl, you must learn it." Diwu Xuan couldn't help but pray in his heart.

This knot was a bit complicated. He learned it when he was rock climbing. He had forgotten its name a long time ago, but it was indeed strong.

He had thought over the years whether he should not have used this complicated knot at the beginning. If it was simpler, perhaps the big leader would have learned it, and the Fire Tribe might have used stone tools.

Stone tools, that is a whole era ahead of sticks. Even the other tribes he had contacted were still using wooden sticks.

If the Fire Tribe could master stone tools, they could make a living by robbing, or at least hunting.

The men of the Fire Tribe relied on thick sticks to kill rabbits, deer and other animals, which was already incredible to Diwu Xuan. If there were stone tools, the Fire Tribe would definitely be even stronger.

As the Fifth Xuan prayed, the third generation witch decisively... gave up tying the knot, got up and ran off to play.

"You unlucky child, are you worthy of the life that the second generation witch sacrificed? Are you worthy of the hard work I put in? You unlucky child, why did the second generation witch choose you?"

The Fifth Xuan started to complain again. Only in this way could he ease the pain in his heart.

The hard work of a generation was destroyed in an instant. Doesn't it hurt that the son sells his father's land?

In the whole tribe, besides the Fifth Xuan, there are others who feel sorry for him, such as the big leader who has been paying attention to him, and the young man who follows the big leader and is trained as the second generation leader.

"Why are the leaders so responsible, but the witches are so unreliable?" The Fifth Xuan couldn't help complaining.

The little witch confirmed the name of the tribe and died.

The second generation witch's amazing attack gave the Fifth Xuan the opportunity to make a stone spear, but he died before the stone spear could be used.

The third generation witch was even stronger. He treated the stone spear that he and the second generation witch had worked so hard to make and could change the times as a toy and ran away after playing with it.

"Why don't you just die?" The Fifth Xuan couldn't help cursing.

Even though he watched the third generation witch grow up day by day, even though he treated this child as his own daughter, he still cursed.

He must curse, he must be angry, he must... must love this lovely, charming, wise little girl who will become a great witch.

Oh my God, what did he see? He saw the third generation witch running over from a distance, holding in her hand, holding high - a stone spear.

"Woo woo woo..."

The big head leader hadn't made such a cheerful cry for a long time, and he did exactly what the Fifth Xuan wanted to do.

The spinning, the leaping, the natural slipping.

"Stupid, idiot, you have been researching the stone spear for so many years but still can't figure it out. My little cutie can make one in just a few minutes. You deserve to fall down. Why don't you fall to death, you big idiot?"

Whether it was out of jealousy that he couldn't celebrate, or because of the habit of cursing because of joy, the Fifth Xuan cursed the big leader who fell down.

"Spear."

The little girl raised the stone spear in her hand and uttered a clear Chinese character.

"My Lord God, the Earth, she can speak, and she speaks Chinese characters."

This sudden attack caught Diwu Xuan off guard. If he could move, he would like to make this stone pillar roll up.

Roll hard, spin hard, jump far, he wants to close his eyes, he wants to fly, he wants to climax... He suddenly fell silent.

Climax, he has no fate with him in this life.

This word has become a thorn in his life. He hopes that it will never appear in front of him or in his heart again.

If there is a chance to make a dictionary, he will exclude this word because it has no need to exist.

This is the totem soul of the Fire Tribe. It witnessed the birth of the Fire Tribe, the death of the small shaman and the second-generation shaman, and the creation of the spear together with the second-generation shaman. It was the decision made by the supreme being who enabled the third-generation shaman to successfully make the spear.