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Chapter 2921 There are really remnants of Yin and Shang who crossed the oceans to the mainland of Yin and Shang in ancient times

The Yin Shang tribe with hundreds of households was already considered a large tribe.

At this moment, their tribal chief, wearing the gorgeous feathers on his head, was sitting peacefully on the heavy wooden chair.

At this moment, there were more than a thousand people on his left and right, men, women, old and young. They were looking at a group of warriors covered in leather, bare-chested and arms-bared on the flat ground full of yellow sand, using

There their buttocks hit a kind of black and round sphere.

After each hit, the warriors roared and roared with their claws and teeth, which would arouse the excited shouts and shouts of the Yin Shang survivors who were watching.

The wrinkled tribal chief would also laugh happily. Just as he was laughing wildly, his eyes suddenly froze in realization.

He saw a dark shadow. At first he thought it was some kind of bird, but soon, the tribal chief's eyes widened in an exaggerated way.

He saw something. He saw it. It seemed to be a round shape, like the sun and the moon. At this moment, it was slowly rising into the sky. It was at least ten miles away from where they were.

Soon, the tribal chief fell to the ground with fear on his face, raised his hands, and shouted loudly.

The tribal priests who also noticed this scene also made similar gestures with the tribal chiefs, praying for the blessing of the gods they believed in.

Soon, the entire tribe, men, women, old and young, all fell down with fear on their faces.

"Honorable High Priest, what on earth is that..." the chief cautiously asked the respected high priest.

The tribal high priest saw the chief and the tribal leaders looking for help, and then looked at the round thing hanging in the sky.

This is completely beyond the spiritual system he knows, okay?

Although he didn't understand what it was, but since it was Yuan Huhu's treasure that could go to heaven, and the chief and a bunch of tribesmen still needed to comfort him, maybe...

"Perhaps, that is the lost child of the gods in heaven..."

The tribal high priest closed his eyes, hummed, and then began to tremble all over, then gave an ambiguous answer.

The tribal warrior who had won several goals in a row just now raised his hand, gestured towards the thing for a long time, and asked dubiously.

"Gods...Why are the images of gods so round? (Note 1))"

Hearing this question, the tribe's high priest suddenly had a thought in his mind. I know something. Hey... the tribe's high priest's eyes lit up.

Xuanji raised his hands high and said loudly and in a more enthusiastic tone.

"Among the gods, the sun god and the moon god, in the eyes of us mortals, aren't they all round?"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the descendants of the Yin Shang remnants suddenly lit up, oh, she really looks like a special girl.

Yes, the sun is also round, and although the moon will change, it will still become round. Therefore, there is nothing wrong with the children of the gods being round.

"Could it be said that he is the child of the sun or the moon?"

Soon, the trembling tribesmen began to talk, and the old chief, who was nearly fifty years old, finally stood up again.

He stared at the child of the god with gleaming eyes for a long time before raising his hands and shouting loudly.

"It must be that the olli (a rubber ball game played with hips, knees, and elbows by the survivors of the Yin Shang Dynasty) played by our warriors just now pleased the gods, so the gods showed their true bodies..."

The high priest heard the chief's answer and spread his wings of association, and this answer also made his eyes light up.

It's just that as a high priest who is almost omniscient and omnipotent, he certainly can't show it so obviously.

Therefore, the high priest showed a mysterious smile and said loudly.

"Our ancestors definitely hope that we can welcome and worship the children of the gods, so that he can protect our tribe and prosper forever..."

After hearing the high priest's instructions, all the tribesmen shouted excitedly, following the instructions of the great chief.

Soon, all the men, women, and children rushed towards their respective houses, and then took out the most precious possessions in the house, or the most beautiful feathers.

Or the most beautiful woven fabric, and of course the rubber balls used to welcome the gods to appear.

Soon, these descendants of the Yin Shang remnants were singing cheerful songs, dancing cheerful dances, holding offerings one by one, and hurried towards the direction where the child of the spirit appeared...

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Wu Tunhu pushed and pulled the portable bellows vigorously on the fairy basket, making the fairy basket extend upwards.

After finally feeling the vibration of the Immortal Basket, Wu Tunhu let go of the handle of the bellows and looked down. He saw the numbers placed on the open space below, which meant that he had risen to a distance of eighty feet.

Wu Tunhu laughed and looked around triumphantly again, but soon, the smile on Wu Tunhu's face suddenly stiffened, and his eyes widened to the extreme in disbelief and exaggeration. What the hell did he see?

He rubbed his eyes and quickly put the telescope under his eyes. Sure enough, he actually saw a village, which definitely looked like a village.

There were hundreds of buildings similar to thatched houses, and some seemed to be stone buildings. In addition, Wu Tunhu saw those people who were in and out of sight at the moment...

That's right, a group of black-haired and yellow-skinned humans with bird feathers on their heads, each with an excited smile on their face at the moment, holding what looked like beautiful fabrics, or feathers, furs or other objects in their hands

, heading this way.

Among them was a middle-aged man with feathers all over his body. Wu Tunhu hurriedly reached into his arms, took out the picture album, and flipped through it a few times.

He saw descriptions of the appearance of those survivors of the Yin and Shang Dynasties, who liked to be decorated with feathers. The more feathers a person had, the more precious their identity was.

In addition, the survivors of the Yin Shang did not seem to know much about smelting technology, so they mostly used stone tools, but they did not rule out using metal items such as bronze.

In the above introduction about the survivors of the Yin and Shang Dynasties, at least one point can be consistent. The person with the most bird feathers seen in his telescope is most likely the village chief.

At this moment, Wu Tunhu wanted to raise his thumb and sign the word "submit" to Cheng Sanlang who was thousands of miles away.

"My dear, I actually let Cheng Sanlang get it right. There really are survivors of the Yin Shang who traveled thousands of miles across the ocean in this Yin Shang Continent in ancient times..."

Note 1: After all, the author does not understand the language of the survivors of the Yin and Shang Dynasties. It is impossible to describe it according to their speaking style. He can only use the profound and profound Chinese language art to process it. You can just pretend that there is an Inca language translator on the scene.


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