The tribe was also destroyed after being affected by the disaster. Under the sanitary measures enforced by Ye Qing, the tribe of the Fangfeng tribe was clean and tidy, without any disgrace and chaos.

Now that I have come to the Youhu tribe, seeing such a bad environment, the people of the Fangfeng clan have difficulty adapting to it.

Compared with the Fangfeng clan, the people who accompanied the Hu clan were much more casual. They walked by casually without any smell. No one covered his nose.

They are used to smelling.

The new gathering place for the Youhu tribe is a short hillside.

There are many shacks scattered on the hillside.

The shacks are very small, and people have to bow their waists when they enter and exit.

Most of the wood used for shack construction is decayed, and it must be made of wood that has been soaked in the flood for a long time.

The thatch on the top is very sparse, the shape is short and messy, and some are even muddy.

Where the flood passes, there is no green in the distance, so it is hard to find even thatch!

Before I could enter the shack area, I felt a smell of smell coming towards me.

This shack area is full of urination and drowning!

“…”

Shaokang carefully avoided the thunder and walked into the shack area.

There are not many people in the shack area, only one elderly person and a dozen children.

Others should have gone out to find food.

The elderly and children all have pale faces and thin skin, and their eyes are unconscious.

Shaokang and his group walked from the river to the shack. After such a long distance, none of them stood up and watched.

They actually lost the most basic vigilance.

When Shaokang and the others walked up to them, they blinked their unsightly eyes slightly, and then slowly focused until the riot began.

Because they saw the food...dried fish!

Shaokang and the others brought dried fish.

Each person has two dried fish, one in front and one behind, hanging on his shoulders with a rope against his chest and back.

Shaokang said to Sang and the others: "Go and recall all your tribe members who are out!"

Then he called on the Fangfeng clan to make a fire and started cooking fish with about a dozen broken pottery cauldrons on the ground.

...

After the fish were cooked, all the people of the Youhu clan came back.

All the Youhu clan members were here, and Sang and the Youhu clan members who came back with Shaokang, had a total of 121 people!

Aren't there one hundred and forty people?

Seeing this number of people, Shaokang was stunned.

He had a gloomy face and was not in the mood to speak more. He said directly: "Eat now, and follow me after you finish eating!"

After saying that, he ignored the people of the Hu clan, walked to a high place next to him, sat down and stared blankly.

His mood has not improved yet, he is still feeling humiliated by Sang, and he is too lazy to pay attention to the Youhu clan.

Youhu clan members: "..."

Among the Youhu clan members, there is only one old man, the Youhu clan witch.

He trembled and pulled San to his side and asked carefully.

After understanding Sang and the others' experience, he remained silent and did not speak much, and waved his hand to let his tribe members eat.

He himself sat quietly without moving.

The people of the Youhu clan immediately started to move, like a wolf or a tiger, swallowing in big mouths, regardless of whether the still hot food would burn its mouth.

Sang took a few bites and found that Wu didn't move, and asked, "Why don't you eat it?"

Wu said kindly: "I have eaten in the morning. I am not hungry. You young people eat more!"

A member of the fox clan next to him said, "Since you left the tribe, the witch is like this. He eats a little bit every morning. No matter how he persuades him, he won't eat it."

"This, how come you are not hungry! How can you not eat it!"

Sang blurted out, then suddenly stopped, silently stopping.

He understood the witch's behavior.

Wu is the last old man in the Youhu tribe now!

...

After eating, the Hu clan members were busy relocating.

There was really nothing to move. Each person had only a few simple stone or wooden tools, plus a pottery bean, which was the only property they had found from the old tribe's site after the flood.

Soon, everyone boarded the bamboo raft and prepared to set off.

A member of the Youhu clan exclaimed: "Where is the witch?"

When everyone searched, they did not see the witch.

Witch, gone!

Everyone was busy searching, and in a hurry, someone exclaimed: "Look, on the altar!"

Everyone hurriedly looked at it and saw a lonely hunched figure slowly climbing up at the foot of the artificially built earth platform in the tribal ruins.

That's a witch!

He wore a feather crown and leaned on a scepter, climbed one step, rested one step, and climbed towards the top of the platform step by step.

The earth platform was hit by floods, and the steps originally reserved had collapsed. During the climbing process, the witch had to use both hands and feet at all times.

When he finally climbed to the top of the platform, he slowly waved to everyone riding in the bamboo raft.

He is saying goodbye to his tribe!

He won't leave!

Afterwards, he sang slowly and danced towards the north.

In the north, on the other side of the river is the direction of Qingqiu and the direction of the Hu clan coming from.

As the dance chanted, turbid tears flowed out from the corners of his eyes.

"I'm a sinner!"

"I couldn't keep the inheritance of Youhu clan... The water washed away all the knots!"

"I have no shame to see my ancestors... I won't get buried, so let the birds take me away! Let my soul dissipate in the mountains, forests and wilderness!"

He was always hungry, and his dancing movements were very slow and powerless.

But he still danced sternly.

This dance was engraved into his bones.

Look at the land under your feet. This land has witnessed this dance countless times, and this dance is deeply engraved on this land.

"Born here and raised here, and now I will die here!"

He began to breathe.

"I'm old and useless. Let young people have more chances to survive. I won't compete with young people for food with them!"

He sang in his mouth, his strength was a bit insufficient, his singing voice was very vague, and his volume was also low and dumb.

But he still sang without stopping.

"I started learning this eulogy at the age of ten, and now it has been thirty years. It's so fast!

"In the past, I always sing for my tribe members, but now I sing for myself, so I can't give up halfway!"

He was holding a sacrifice, and this sacrifice was held by him...the funeral!

The people of the Fox clan on the bamboo raft by the river were stunned.

They couldn't hear the sound of the witch singing, but they were familiar with the dance. It was a funeral dance. The witch had danced many times recently.

Looking at the Wu's dance, the hoarse and low singing sound of Wu's voice came silently in their ears.

They looked at the hunched figure dancing with the hunchbacked figure of Wu Gu, and tears flowed out unconsciously.

They understood, witch, hold a funeral for themselves!

During the life of the witch, sacrificial funerals were held for many tribe members, and each time there were many tribe members who saw the deceased off.

Now, he is the only one who holds a sacrificial funeral for himself, and he is the only one who sees him off!

...

Shaokang came to his senses, wiped away his tears, stomped his feet, and said to the people of the Fangfeng clan: "You go and two of you, and you will have the Hu clan witches, come over... and force them over!"

He did not order the Youhu clan members, the Youhu clan witch, and the Youhu clan witch had a high status in the minds of the Youhu clan members. They might not be able to force the Youhu clan witch to come over because of their awe.
Chapter completed!