This is not good, you must know that God exists to maintain his majesty, and you must not have too much contact with people.

Otherwise, at that time, God will become an instrument of the human race, but not a nature that they can fear.

This is obviously not a very good thing, you know, it is too arrogant, but it will bring disaster to the human race.

Therefore, Zhou Chen immediately chose to refuse, and also said his proposal.

"I don't agree, but if you could roast this game and put it in front of me, I think I'd want to eat it. ”

The old man also laughed, it seems that this god also wants to eat the fireworks of the world, but the god doesn't seem to like to eat some bloody things.

Therefore, he immediately instructed the middle-aged man to pull out all the prey, and then according to God's will.

Just like the food of their people, it was cooked, and then placed in front of Zhou Chen.

After the middle-aged man completely left his field of vision, the old man continued to ask respectfully.

"God, please... Ask... You... Know... Road... Bear... And... Die... Target... Side... Margin... Why, that... to... Bottom... Hide... At... This... Piece... Sky... Earth... Target... Which... Piece... Earth... Fang?I... Still... Yes... Machine... Yes, look... See... I... Child... Grandchild... We... Target... Victory... Sharp... Is it?"

Hearing this question, a few traces of pity quietly rose in Zhou Chen's heart, but he didn't show it.

He respected the old man in front of him, and for the benefit of his clan, he actually dared to come to his front and negotiate conditions with God.

It's just that he doesn't know where the edge of life and death is lurking in this world.

Maybe under his feet, there is really a Yellow Spring Underworld that belongs to all the spirits in the world?

Perhaps, beyond the Nine Heavens, there is really a mysterious heaven that no one can gaze at?

He knew that the old man had asked this question because he had a premonition that he was about to die.

And the only thing he couldn't explain was a huge existence like Zhou Chen, so Zhou Chen became a god.

However, thinking of this, Zhou Chen remembered the fact that he was just a fish.

He had died once, and then he had come back to life for many days and months, like a dream.

So, he finally spoke, and said to the old man, his eyes were calm.

"The weeds are dead, and the summer flowers are gone. The summer flowers are grateful, and the fruit bears fruit. The fruit bears fruit, the leaves fall, and the tree comes alive again. ”

"The cycle of life and death, the rotation of the sun and the moon, amorphous, indefinite, indefinite, indefinite. Today is a person, standing up to the sky, making grass in the next life, and welcoming the rising sun. ”

"Not afraid of life, not afraid of death, the cycle of life and death, the way of heaven is natural, reincarnation is fate, fate gathers and disperses. Although the flowers and plants are grateful, although the leaves fall, the earth is thick, the heavens and the earth are clear, and the people of future generations will be blessed and shaded..."

In the silence, Zhou Chen used his simple language bit by bit to tell the secret of reincarnation.

The old man listened reverently and bowed his head respectfully, without the slightest hint of wanting to interrupt Zhou Chen.

And the middle-aged man who appeared in Zhou Chen's sight again, when he saw the old man's stiff waist, he was suddenly full of tears.

He slowly knelt on the ground and bent his waist deeply in the direction where Zhou Chen was.

It is not only like congratulating his father's departure, but also like thanking Zhou Chen for his gift.

But Zhou Chen didn't stop, but continued to say to the shriveled old man in front of him, who had lost all his life.

Talking about things that can't be explained, and saying some words to see the old man off.

After a long time, Zhou Chen finally stopped his words and quietly retreated.

The old man smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if he knew some kind of belonging in the world, and happily ended his life and returned to the primitive.

As for whether he has the opportunity to witness the rise of his own people again, Zhou Chen thinks.

It's possible, after all, human beings are born to accomplish many, many things that seem almost impossible.

It's like myself, like a strange fish that is delusional and looks weird like a monster.

The old man's son, the middle-aged man with a face full of color, knelt down and didn't get up for a long time.

For the tribe, the existence of the old man is equivalent to a needle of the sea god, and for him, it is a backbone that supports heaven and earth.

Until after the sun goes down, the fire is lit.

Convergence, tidying, coffin, and burial have been three or two days of hard work.

On this day, gongs and drums were beaten on the mountain, and thousands of tribesmen saw them off.

There were more than a thousand prey, a thousand slaves, and the rest of the elephants, swords, weapons, and utensils.

The sky is high and refreshing, the wind is clear and clear, it is this world, and it also chooses a quiet day for the elderly.

The middle-aged man followed the procession, his face painted in colorful colors, holding the Sun and Moon Scepter in his hand, and dozens of apprentices following behind him.

The scene was huge, and it was all the surrounding tribes that saw their strong team and will.

Ignoring all the other disturbances, Zhou Chen just quietly looked at the tribesmen, followed the old man's footsteps, and slowly left.

He knew that although the old man died, he had become a kind of heritage of the tribe.

Although Zhou Chen had little contact with him, he didn't know how much credit he had made for the tribe.

But looking at the formation in front of him soaring to the sky and the totem flag being held high in the wind, you can know that almost all the clansmen are sad.

They don't want the old man to die, but they can't stop the fate of life and death, no matter how brave and good they fight, they will eventually be buried in the loess one day.

However, they still remembered the old man's presence, and all the traces he had.

As long as he is still in this land, and he is still standing in the place where he is buried, then all the clansmen will face foreign enemies.

You can feel the call from him, so that you can be heroic, and you can fight, just like you have been fighting for thousands of years.

Although, this is just a dream of Zhou Chen.

However, Zhou Chen did not have the slightest doubt that if this world really existed, then.

Everything he expected would be a dream or a complete reality.

This is a certain will that the human race is born with, no matter which tribe or that race.

And this is also the strongest weapon that the human race can eventually become the spirit of all things, no longer wise, and no longer a sword.

It's just that Zhou Chen can't figure out what he can't figure out is that the reason why he is trapped in the dream realm is because he hasn't understood it yet.

Or rather, that hateful black face has not yet received an explanation that can allow it to pass or fail.

That's why he was forced to be trapped here helplessly, day after day, and then, year after year?

In this case, what else do you have to do to completely return to reality...

Zhou Chen, who was hiding the dazed and helpless in his heart, quietly looked at the wolves and tigers around him in the middle of this tribe.

In an instant, the wind rose.