Who am I?

Su Cheng looked at the blue sky, and this thought turned in his heart.

The blue sky in his eyes is extremely pure, the pure makes him feel strange, the pure makes him feel surprised, in his impression, such a blue sky has never been seen, about to be when he was a child, when the pollution is not serious...... Wait, pollution, what is pollution??

Ouch, my head is starting to hurt again, I can't think about it anymore, I can't think about it anymore!

He grabbed his scalp, which was covered in grease, brushed the long hair from his forehead, and turned to look at the people who were walking behind him.

After two years of migration, his tribe finally walked out of the dangerous deep mountains and Daze, standing on the hill at this time, with an endless plain in front of him, and looking at the pole of the junction of heaven and earth, without any ups and downs.

Like any variegated green carpet, waist-deep thatch swayed in the breeze like waves, and countless birds, insects, and beasts were alarmed by the crushing tribe.

Homeland!

"Whew!"

I don't know how many thousands of years of silence and order have been broken!

The old shaman stood beside Su Cheng, and excitedly blew the horn hanging on his waist, the horn was vast, heavy, and long, with the years and hardships experienced by the entire tribe, with the responsibility on Su Cheng's shoulders, and with the joy and yearning of tens of millions of people for a new homeland, blowing all the way to the past, until it became the only echo between heaven and earth!

"Sue, you made it!"

In the celebration of the clansmen, the shaman smiled and said to Su Cheng.

"It's us who succeeded, respected Wu Jiu!"

Su Cheng stroked his chest with his right hand, leaned forward slightly, and replied respectfully.

"Su, you are a wise leader, you have a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes, you can find the right path for the clan! I am old, and the responsibility of leading the clan forward will be entrusted to you in the future!"

Su Cheng was overjoyed when he heard this, but he didn't dare to show the joy at all, he knelt down respectfully, picked up the corner of the shaman's clothes, and was about to express his "sincere" humility, but he heard the shaman preemptively say in an undoubted tone: "This is your responsibility, but also your mission!"

At night, all the clansmen who walked out of the deep mountains gathered around a huge bonfire to witness the smooth handover of the supreme authority of the tribe.

Two years later, a shaman named Wu Jiu took his last breath on his sickbed.

Su Cheng cremated him with his own hands and sprinkled his ashes on every inch of the tribe's land, and finally, the last small piece of skull that he kept was put into a stone tripod, and then, standing on the altar where the stone tripod was placed, he said to all the clansmen that the wise, powerful, and kind Wu Jiu did not leave, but stayed here forever, in this land where the tribe thrived. Death is not the end, forgetting is the beginning of destruction and calamity.

In the future, every clansman who has made outstanding contributions to the tribe will enjoy the worship of the tribe from generation to generation, become the spirit of the tribe, always guard the tribe, and live with blood relatives and descendants forever.

Thirty years!

For thirty years, Su Cheng's tribe flourished on this plain, fishing, hunting, grazing, and farming.

Fertile land, no natural predators, no dangerous environment, abundant production, rich and stable life, so that the population swells rapidly.

Su Cheng is old, his mountain-like strong and heavy body is stiff, his eagle-like sharp eyes are cloudy, his sleepy time begins to be greater than his wakefulness, and his energy is low, for the prosperity and continuation of the tribe, he called the shaman Wu Shi to his front and asked for the way to live forever.

“…… Become a Spirit!"

This is Wu Shi's final answer.

Su Cheng was indifferent!

No one knows better than him what the so-called spirit is.

It's a tool, a tool that unites people together.

In the past 30 years, the skulls of more than a dozen tribesmen have been put into the stone ding, and Su CD has expressed his belief in these dozen people who have made outstanding contributions to the tribe, become spirits, and he has single-handedly established the tribe's sacrifices, order, etiquette and inheritance, and personally brought the tribe into a period of great wealth and prosperity.

Guardian of the Clansmen to the Eternal Spirit?

Even if it is a lie, thirty years, the deep conviction of tens of thousands of people is enough to become the truth.

The problem is that the so-called spirits have not given back even the slightest message to their people.

Now it seems that this lie will also become his ultimate belonging, Su Cheng smiled bitterly in his heart, and waved his hand to let Wu Shi retreat.

No one can escape death!

There is no more luck in my heart.

Two years later, Su Cheng was dying.

He lay on the bed, felt his vitality pass in every breath, and in the confusion, he regained his senses by chance, and began to think back on the life he had passed, as well as the great achievements left by leading his people to fight the heavens and the earth.

I really want to keep watching!

Pity......

"No matter when, no matter what the circumstances, we must not forget, we must not forget the inheritance of the tribe!"

Su Cheng said to his heir.

"Great, wise Sue, we need you, we need your wisdom, we need your guidance!"

The heir knelt in front of the bed with tears in pain.

Behind him, the best of the tribe gathered together and cried out together: "Stay, great wise man, mighty patriarch, kind father!"

Outside, tens of thousands of people stayed day and night, Su Cheng woke up, Su Cheng slept, every word Su Cheng said, even every moan of pain...... It all touches their hearts.

The mountain that sheltered from the wind and rain is about to collapse, the lighthouse that has always guided the course is about to be extinguished, what to do in the future, everyone is sad, they are all afraid, they are at a loss.

"I am with you and will ...... forever" Su Cheng began to cough, "Death is not the end, I will become a spirit, watching you and always guarding you." ”

The beginning of a lie must be the final destination of this lie.

In the crowd, Wu Shi smiled with relief,

Two days later, Su Cheng died.

Great trepidation and sorrow befell him.

Tens of thousands of people wept bitterly, and the final ceremony came to the end in an incomparably hot and sincere atmosphere.

Su Cheng's body was swallowed up by the raging flames, and around the flames, the reluctance, retention and belief of tens of thousands of people converged, and the imprint of life that should have been assimilated by heaven and earth and disappeared was re-inscribed.

Everyone felt it, and in the ashes, the clansmen found a small piece of skull that was slightly depleted!

"Sue!"

"Sue!"

“……”

The clansmen's shouts became extremely distant, and Su Cheng woke up and found that he was still in that stone ding, which huge cave he was in, and the cold crystal ball was still under him, which reassured him, satisfied him, and made him happy.

Thinking back to the "dream" I had just experienced, a question resurfaced.

Who am I?