This went on for almost the entire night, until dawn, when Liang finally settled down and fell into a deep sleep.

Han Cheng stayed here for a while, and seeing that Liang seemed to be fine, he looked at his senior brother and others in the room who had also not slept all night, waved his hand quietly, and arranged things in a low voice.

Arrange someone to replace Liang's spouse to guard Liang here, and let the rest go back to rest.

"Son of God"

The eldest brother and others asked about Liang's condition with concern. Only after they learned from Han Cheng that Liang was basically fine did they go to bed with peace of mind.

Han Cheng pulled the sleepy Bai Xuemei towards his room.

This girl refused to go back to sleep when Han Cheng asked her to, and insisted on staying with Han Cheng. Later, when she couldn't stand the sleepiness anymore, Han Cheng let her sleep on another kang in the room.

This is the time of the day when the temperature is the lowest, and it is very cold when you go out of the house.

Sister Bai Xue held Han Cheng's hand tightly, and her body was shaking a little, not sure if it was because of the cold or fear.

Han Cheng looked up at the sky and saw a few lonely stars in the white night sky.

In later generations, he did not think that the ancestors in myths and legends were so great.

Now that I have returned to the primitive era and experienced these things personally, I deeply understand the difficulties faced by our ancestors.

He has a wealth of knowledge and insights that are tens of thousands of years ahead of others, but in this era he still finds it difficult to move forward and encounters obstacles everywhere.

I really don’t know how those ancestors struggled to step out of the wilderness and embark on a glorious path.

On this road that is becoming more and more glorious and broader, there are countless people like Liang who have fallen.

Famous ones such as Pangu, Kuafu, Nuwa, Shennong, Fuxi, and many more unknown ancestors who fought against heaven and earth

Compared with our ancestors who overcame all difficulties and set sail, the hardships that I have experienced in later generations and now are not worth mentioning at all.

The sky was getting brighter and brighter, a few lonely stars were gradually disappearing, and the earth was still immersed in darkness.

The boundary between heaven and earth seems blurred yet clear at this time.

"Brother Cheng"

Sister Bai Xue, who was shivering from the cold, shook Han Cheng, who was staring at the sky in a daze, and called out softly.

Han Cheng gathered his wandering thoughts, and with his still excited mood, he reached out his hand to play with Bai Xue's pigtails, then took little Bai Xue's hand and walked towards the house.

When I walked to the door, I saw a faint light in the room through the gap in the door.

Han Cheng pushed the door open with doubt, and saw a dim light in the room.

A man was kneeling in front of a totem pole placed against the back wall in the middle of the randomly made-up couplet that read "Green Bird Great God" and "Ji Ji Ru Lv Ling".

Looking at the back, it was Wu who had already returned to the room and was sleeping at this time.

After Han Cheng was stunned for a moment, his nose felt a little sour.

He hadn't slept all night and was feeling a little unwell.

The old man Wu knelt here and prayed for almost a whole night!

"witch."

Han Cheng shouted.

After a pause, as if ending the prayer, the witch turned her head and smiled at Han Cheng.

I tried to get up, but failed.

Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei hurried forward and slowly helped Wu up.

"Bright?"

Sitting on the wooden stool with difficulty, Wu asked about Liang's condition without even having time to rub his almost numb legs.

"Liang is fine."

Han Cheng sniffed and said.

Wu smiled happily.

"Wu, you can't pray all night like this anymore."

Han Cheng said seriously while massaging Wu's legs.

Wu smiled and said, "I can't do anything else well."

Since he couldn't do anything else well, he ignored his old age and prayed to the gods for a whole night, wanting to use his sincerity to pray for blessings for the people in the tribe?

Han Cheng sniffed, pointed at the totem pole, then pointed at his chest, and said to the witch seriously: "You can't pray all night. The gods said so. Gods also need to sleep."

The witch opened his mouth with a look of surprise and astonishment. He obviously didn't expect that a dignified god would also need to sleep.

"Gods need to sleep just like us. You prayed to God all night and couldn't sleep, so you told me."

Han Cheng said seriously.

Wu is not young anymore, and if this continues for a long time, his body might not be able to bear it.

It was obviously impossible to persuade him through normal means, so Han Cheng, who was adorned with the halo of the Son of God, raised the banner of the God of Heaven.

This big flag was indeed useful. The witch was speechless for a while, and then he followed the good advice.

Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei helped Wu to move around in a small area in the room for a while. After helping Wu to sleep, Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei returned to their own room and went to sleep on the kang.

Lying on the kang and hugging Bai Xuemei, Han Cheng fell asleep after a while.

By this time, it was already completely light.

Sister Bai Xue slept for a long time last night and was not very sleepy now.

She did not move and was held obediently by Han Cheng. She blinked her eyes and looked seriously at her brother Cheng, who was not much older than her and was holding her.

Brother Cheng, who seemed to be omniscient and omnipotent, really looked like a minor at this time.

For some reason, Bai Xuemei suddenly felt very uncomfortable. She hugged Han Cheng with a little force and got closer to him.

Han Cheng slept until noon and when he opened his eyes he saw the two black eyes of Bai Xuemei in his arms.

Han Cheng leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

Soft and warm

Han Cheng got up and went over there to see Liang without washing.

Liang's condition has stabilized and he is still sleeping. After asking the others who were watching over him and understanding some of the situation, I finally felt relieved.

In the afternoon, Liang woke up and insisted on taking a shower despite his weak body.

After that, he reluctantly drank a bowl of broth, and he finally came back to life.

"Are you scared?"

Han Cheng asked him.

Liang wanted to shake his head, but after thinking about it, he nodded.

"Do you regret it?"

Liang thought about it and shook his head vigorously.

"Will you dare to do it again in the future?"

Han Cheng asked him with a smile.

"dare!"

Liang nodded vigorously.

"Wait a while before tasting again."

He said with a somewhat frightened smile.

Han Cheng reached out and patted him on the shoulder hard without saying anything else.

There was something extra in Han Cheng's hand, to be exact, a plant.

This plant is a short type, about the size of a bowl when lying on the ground.

The leaves are dark green, somewhat narrow and long, and the rhizome below is yellowish brown. When broken, a thick yellowish juice will flow out.

Liang was poisoned after eating the juice from the roots of this plant.

Han Cheng had no impression of this plant and had never seen it in later generations, but now it has a name, called poisonous grass.

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