Chapter 91 The Youth
There is a lake next to the Fire Tribe’s settlement. The lake is not big, but the water is clear. You can see the grass, trees and mud under the water, which is very beautiful.
A slave boy was fetching water by the water. He carried a wooden barrel that was half his height and threw it into the water with great effort. Then he used his arms to try to drag the huge barrel out.
Perhaps because his bare feet slipped after touching the water, or because his instep got caught on the water plants, or because of the stone tied to his foot, the boy suddenly fell into the water when he was trying hard, and fell into the clear lake with the barrel. The boy
had lived by the lake for a long time and was proficient in swimming, but he didn’t dare to abandon the barrel, fearing that he would be whipped when he returned. He was also pulled by the stone on his feet, and it was difficult to save himself. For a while, there were continuous splashing sounds, but he couldn’t struggle out of the water.
"Gululu... Gululu..."
The sound of spitting water spread out, and someone noticed that the boy fell into the water and rushed to rescue him.
The boy was reluctant to let go because he was concerned about the wooden barrel. He was entangled by the vines on the barrel and fell on the stones on his feet. He could only hold the barrel and float towards the lake.
"Woo woo woo... woo woo woo..."
The slaves on the shore began to call their companions who were proficient in swimming. However, most of the people here were slaves, and they had stones tied to their feet.
They couldn't untie the vines in a hurry, so how could anyone help? Everyone just watched the boy drifting farther and farther. Some people had anxious eyes and kept calling for help, while others stared blankly, as if they saw a road to freedom.
"Woo, woo, woo..."
The boy kept shouting, hoping that someone would take care of his old mother and his young sister. In this way, he would be relieved when he died.
However, no one answered him. As a slave in the Fire Tribe, he could only take care of himself, so how could anyone take care of others?
Slowly, the boy's cries for help became smaller and smaller, and the people on the shore no longer sought help.
The death of a slave would not care about the slaves, and the people of the Fire Tribe would care even less.
A vibrant life, because of fetching a bucket of water, because of accidentally tripping, because of a stone tied to the foot, just gradually faded away and was about to leave the world forever.
Just when all the slaves were ready to look away, the water surface suddenly changed.
A smooth, round stone rose from the lake. As the stone rose higher and higher, all the slaves knelt on the ground. It was the totem of the Fire Tribe, unique and they dared not look directly at it.
However, at this moment, some slaves still couldn't help but secretly watch, because the place where the totem rose was exactly where the boy struggled.
The totem gradually revealed itself. Everyone knew that there was a mighty turtle under the totem stone, hoping that it could hold up the boy.
Although they thought it was all delusion, they still couldn't help thinking so, it was their instinct.
However, a scene that made them different appeared. When the turtle gradually revealed itself, it did hold up the boy.
"Wuwuwu..."
Some people couldn't help but cheer, praising the fire totem and the fire tribe. It was the first time in so many years that they praised sincerely from the bottom of their hearts.
"Ang..."
The little turtle roared in dissatisfaction. It was obviously him who saved the boy, but they only knew to praise the fire totem. This made him, who had a strong desire to show off, very dissatisfied.
"The glory is all yours, and the credit is also yours. I am just relying on your light, okay?"
Diwu Xuan comforted the little turtle in the totem, and looked at the boy with some curiosity.
At this time, the boy was staring at the totem in front of him with wide eyes in disbelief. He was so close to the totem stone that he could even see his face on the reflective stone.
"Is this kid scared silly?"
Diwu Xuan asked with a smile, but he knew that no one could answer him.
The little turtle loves water and often swims in the lake, but this is the first time he has seen someone fall into the water, and it is also the first time he has saved someone.
"Woo woo..."
The boy's feet slipped on the turtle's back and he almost fell off. Diwu Xuan instinctively wanted to pull, but he had no arms at all.
Fortunately, the boy reacted quickly and hugged the totem stone, but then let go with some fear, looking at the little turtle under his feet, afraid that he would slap him down.
The whole Fire Tribe knew about the little turtle's tyranny. He once demolished a Fire Tribe member's house because he did not kneel down to him, and he also carried a child around the tribe because a child kicked a stone on his head.
In short, this is a shameless person who punches the Nanshan Nursing Home and kicks the Beihai Kindergarten, and he never knows how to respect the elderly and love the young.
However, this time the little turtle did not make any abnormal movements. It just swam slowly towards the shore. When it passed the big wooden barrel blocking its way, it even showed its strong teeth and bit the barrel to pieces.
"Woo woo..."
The boy was startled by the little turtle's action and hugged the totem stone tightly.
Diwu Xuan was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he slightly released the totem power, which made the boy almost cry out in pleasure.
"Ang..."
When the boy reached the shore, he was still feeling the heat from the totem, but was awakened by the little turtle, which then bit him hard. Before he could dodge, it had already grabbed the animal skin around his waist and threw him out.
"Woo woo..."
The young man who landed on the shore knelt down hurriedly, speaking the words of thanks he had heard from the sixth-generation witch in a very crooked tone.
"Let's go, let's go. I hate hearing these words."
The Fifth Xuan urged the little turtle to leave quickly. The real reason was that he wanted to see the final choice of the sixth-generation witch.
If it weren't for the little turtle's stubborn temper, the Fifth Xuan didn't want to swim in the lake.
Yesterday, news came from the Wolf Tribe. Until now, the top leaders of the Fire Tribe have not made a clear choice. This made him a little worried, fearing that these guys would make a wrong decision out of their minds.
Of course, he wanted to speak out on this matter, but apart from the fact that they could not communicate, he himself didn't know what was the most correct choice.
The sudden arrival of the Dragon Tribe really caught the Fire Tribe off guard.
"Ah..."
The little turtle took two steps forward, shaking his body as if to shake off the water droplets on his head. This was his normal action, just like a dog that got wet.
"Hey, you threw the big turtle's shell out, Ba Xia, hey, Ba Xia?"
Diwu Xuan saw the turtle shell that fell in front of the boy. It was the turtle shell left after the big turtle's body dissipated after its death. It was the size of a pot lid and crystal clear. The little turtle had somehow hidden it in the turtle shell and had been carrying it with him.
When he was shaking off the water droplets just now, the turtle shell fell in front of the boy. Diwu Xuan reminded him, but the little turtle took a look and ignored him.
"What do you mean?"
Diwu Xuan asked in confusion, not understanding what he was going to do, but the little turtle turned a blind eye to all this and just walked slowly towards the Fire Tribe.
The boy also looked at the turtle shell in front of him in surprise, then raised his head to look in the direction where the Fire Totem left, not knowing why.
The little turtle kept walking, but Diwu Xuan raised his eyebrows, wondering why the little turtle did this, and looked at the boy with curiosity.
He was sure that the little turtle must know more about this world than himself, and there must be some deep meaning behind his actions.
But this turtle was very secretive and didn't say anything.
"Isn't this boy... simple?"
Diwu Xuan glanced at the boy again, slowly retracted his gaze, and ignored him.
The boy behind him saw the Fire Totem walking farther and farther away, and couldn't help but be curious. He picked up the crystal clear turtle shell in front of him, and slowly stroked the pattern on the turtle shell with his right hand, his eyes full of love.