With the end of Kaiman, the tribe has gained a genius and a hope.
The tribesmen had a wonderful night and slept peacefully.
Late at night, Su Man lay in his own straw-wood house, looking at the dark surroundings. He couldn't fall asleep for a long time. He must be more than three years old. Why couldn't he remember? He couldn't remember many things.
With a sigh, Su Man sat up and lit a wick. The weak firelight danced and was confusing. Looking at the weak flame, Su Man was entranced for a moment.
It was very quiet all around. The tribesmen were all asleep. There was only the sound of raindrops hitting the sky. However, the sky was too high, so the sound was very subtle.
As the sound of rain reached his ears, the shape of a drop of rain slowly appeared on Su Man's forehead, glowing with a faint green light.
With a sigh, Su Man got off the bed and silently opened the wooden door of the house. The cool wind blew his messy hair. The wind was very cold and biting.
Su Man raised his head and looked up at the sky. There was no bright moon or starlight in the sky, there was only darkness, and the entire Guixu area was completely silent.
Although Su Man was very young, only three years old,... there was a voice in his mind telling him that the world was not like this, that this place seemed to be a false and unreal existence.
"I seem to have seen Kaiman many times, but this time I remember it clearly, and the statue of the ancestors always feels very familiar, like an old friend I haven't seen for many years."
"No, after Kaiman, I am four years old, I have grown up!"
Su Man was stunned for a moment. Isn't the day of Kaiman his birthday? He is four years old!
At this moment, Su Man actually felt a little joyful, a little lucky, and seemed to be deeply relieved that he was finally four years old.
Why finally?
"I thought I would never grow up in this life." With the arrival of four years old, Su Man felt that there were many more things in his mind, many memories that he had never seen but existed.
At this moment, he felt a pain in his chest, and he was stunned. A short sword had pierced his chest, and blood dripped onto the snow with the tip of the sword.
He slowly looked back and saw a blurry black shadow, and then Su Man lost consciousness.
Xu's figure came out from behind, picked up Su Man's "body" and took him to the black tent.
He didn't notice that a green light flashed slightly between Su Man's eyebrows.
At this time, Su Man only felt a bang in his head, as if some barrier was broken through by force. As his soul trembled, a strange picture appeared in his mind.
He seemed to be standing in mid-air looking down at the desolate earth. In his eyes, there were millions of people densely packed on the earth. The edges could not be seen at a glance, as if there was no end.
"Where am I? Am I dead?" Su Man murmured. This scene shocked him and his mind went blank.
He looked around and saw that these people were densely packed. Some of them didn't seem to be human. They were strangely shaped, and some were extremely huge. Are there giants? There are such a big human race! Looking at it, there was a camp full of numbers.
A ten-foot-long giant could kill dozens of people with just one shot.
These millions of people, without exception, all knelt on the ground and worshiped toward the sky. The desolate drum beats echoed across the heaven and earth, reverberating in their ears, forming an indescribable wave of sound that seemed to directly impact the soul.
In mid-air, around Su Man, he saw hundreds of statues of giants. They smelled of blood, as if they had absorbed too much blood from the sacrifices.
Each one of them is different, exuding an extremely primitive and barbaric aura, and each body is extremely strong or extremely strange, but without exception, these statues are all looking at themselves.
No, their eyes penetrated Su Man's body. They seemed not to be able to see Su Man. They were looking behind Su Man.
Su Man turned around and saw that there was a magnificent golden throne on top of these statues. This throne was so precious that it emitted an extremely terrifying precious light.
And on the throne, sat a young man with black hair and a colorful dragon under his feet. A miniature flying dragon hung from his earrings. There was a flying dragon standing on his shoulder, willing to be the decoration of the young man.
Isn't this young man the ancestor of the Xu clan? He is like a god...
In other words, it is the gods...
Suddenly, the young man opened his eyes, and Su Man felt his eyes were stung by the dazzling white light. A gaze made the whole sky suddenly bright as daylight.
The white light lasted for a while, and Su Man felt his eyes hurt. At that moment, the young man stood up from the throne.
He just stood up. In Su Man's eyes, he was getting taller and taller, becoming a giant standing tall on the sky and the earth.
Suddenly, the young man lowered his head, his eyes swept across, and he suddenly looked at Su Man.
The young man frowned, stretched out his hand and pointed lightly at Su Man.
Su Man only felt that his body was out of control. There was a roar in his mind, and his whole body was pushed forward by a strong force, and he was directly blasted out of this world.
Su Man's body trembled, and everything in front of his eyes was pitch black, crackling, crackling, and it wasn't because of the dark night. It seemed like someone had taken out his eyes and put them in a box.
He didn't die, but was blasted back from the world after death by his ancestors?
Kacha!
Someone is messing with his head? Then Su Man heard the sound of an abacus, as if he was counting, and then began to turn the gears in his head.
Su Man felt all this, being messed with in his head, it felt extremely uncomfortable.
After an unknown amount of time, his eyes were taken out, and Su Man regained his sight. He saw an old face. The strange thing was that he did not see any malice in this face, but felt more friendly.
This is an old man. This old man is very strange. He has a furnace growing on his back.
When Su Man woke up completely, his eyes were confused, his mind was very confused, and everything around him felt very strange.
He made no sound, quietly waiting for the old man to put the gears in his head in place, and then tried to repair his imperfections.
However he failed.
"Master Hun, there is really nothing Geng Gong can do about this injury."
An adult? Who is it?
For not cultivating himself, the old man seemed to blame himself very much and was extremely sentimental. He sat there in a daze and cried for a long time on the way.
After a while, Su Man felt his head being knocked, a wave of sleepiness came over him, and he closed his eyes.
I don't know how long it took, but Su Man woke up. On the familiar bed, Su Man stood up, opened the door, and walked out.
It's already dawn.
He stretched out his hand. He was still three years old, but his body became smaller and returned to the appearance of just three years old.
Looking at his small palm, Su Man fell into deep thought.
Some people don’t want to grow up!
It's just that the past self no longer had this memory, but this time, Su Man could always hear the heavy sound of rain in his mind, so he could stay awake and not have his memory tampered with.
He concluded that this Monster Rain would be the key, and he needed more Monster Rain!
At this time, Uncle Qingya brought a dozen young men with him. These were all highly skilled barbarians in the tribe. They could deal with the demonic rain for a short period of time and would not be corroded by the demonic rain and turn into wild demons.
When Su Man walked to the front, the tribesmen would greet him enthusiastically and call him Aman.
Soon, Su Man found Asu and Xu. At this time, Xu had a basket on his back, and it seemed that he was going to offer a gift this time.
"Are you going to the market this time too?"
He walked forward and asked.
Xu looked at him and nodded in reply.
"Can I go?" Su Man asked.
Xu was stunned for a moment, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, he frowned, and said thoughtfully: "Go, take Aman out to see the world."