Tonight, it is the turn of the stole to be in charge of patrolling the riverside.

There are many wild beasts in the mountains, if it were more than twenty years ago, those beasts and birds were just food for their tribe.

The young strong men of the tribe, every time they go out hunting, they can return with a full load, whether it is a tiger or a wolf, a wild boar or a black blind man, they can only be reduced to the belly of the tribe!

In the form of semi-farming and semi-hunting, everyone in the tribe can be fed and clothed, and their huge Miao tribe is thriving here, growing and developing day by day, and the prospects are bright.

Pity......

Twenty years ago, an accident caused the entire tribe to be cursed, and since then there have been many disasters, such as fires, earthquakes, flash floods, and plagues...... All kinds of disasters are coming!

In just over 20 years, this huge tribe that has been inherited for hundreds of years has been torn apart, with people dying one after another, no grain harvested, and people who went out hunting often disappearing inexplicably......

Hunger and panic enveloped the whole tribe, and soon, people began to flee, leaving the tribe, wanting to get away from right and wrong, and there were two, three, or four of them......

Today, there are less than 50 families left in the Miao tribe, and there are even fewer young and middle-aged people, and most of the people are old, weak, sick and disabled, and have been riddled with diseases for many years.

The Great Wizard said that someone moved the dragon vein underground, but the heavenly punishment was brought to their clan, and their clan became the scapegoat for the dragon vein in vain!

It is still difficult to lift the curse of being cursed, and it is cursed by heaven......

"Alas!" the stole sighed, and glanced back at the loose stilted buildings, sparse, scattered, not at all back to the vigor and vitality of the past, every inch of land here, contains dead air, lifeless!

But no matter how it declines and twilight, no matter how lifeless and hopeless it is, this is the home of the clink, his spiritual habitat, and the harbor of his soul, and he once made an oath in front of the old patriarch that he would always protect the village and the tribe, and fight until the last drop of blood is shed!

Not only him, but every young man in the tribe had cut his fingers, drank blood, and made an oath that they were all the hope of the tribe's revival!

The stole carries a large iron spear on his right shoulder, the head of which is black and shiny, extremely sharp, and can pierce the body of an adult tiger!

This is an iron spear that has been in battle many times, and it can be seen from the paw prints on the barrel.

The spear head was still as sharp as new, because it had drunk the blood of countless fierce beasts, and it faintly exuded a terrifying aura.

If it was in the past, this level of divine weapon would always be in the hands of the captain of the hunting team, or the most courageous man in the clan, so that it could show its huge lethality!

But in today's Miao tribe, not to mention the young, thin insects are qualified to use them, and there are seven or eight of these big guns in the corner and no one cares...... Because there are too few young and middle-aged people, the whole village can't gather fifty people!

Twenty years ago, when the village was at its most prosperous, every hunt was carried out by hundreds of men, and the momentum was huge!

What a spectacle it must be?

The cuttleworm sighed for a while, then put away his mind and walked out of the village along the path, avoiding the traps used to guard against wild beasts along the way!

This scene made him feel guilty again, listening to the patriarch's grandfather say that in the past, when the people in the village went out to hunt, they had to trek fifty miles, over the mountains and mountains, and it was the place to hunt, because the tribe was fifty miles away, and there were no large beasts at all, and even rabbits, pheasants, and other small birds and beasts were caught by the children in the mountains!

But look at the present! There are so many traps set up in front of their own houses, and they send people to patrol and watch the night shift every night, for fear that in the middle of the night big insects and black blind people will get into the house and eat all the bones!

And such a thing...... It did happen!

This time, that time!

When he was alone, the cricket liked to think crankily, and he liked to sigh about life, but this did not hinder his work and tasks, while thinking, he had come to the river with ease, and he could feel the rich water vapor on his face from afar, and the river was rattling and flowing unhurriedly.

The ancestors of this river called it "Forgetting".

After the incident of that year, the tribe withered, the great wizard and the patriarch took the only remaining scattered clansmen, trekked hundreds of miles, came here, saw that the mountains and rivers here are surrounded by water, the mountains are high and the water is long, the north and south dragons, the east and west tigers, it is a rare feng shui treasure land, so it decided to settle here, trying to use the power of feng shui here to offset the curse.

This is what makes their Miao tribe survive to this day, otherwise it would have disappeared long ago and become history.

And it is this river that feeds the only remaining tribesmen! It not only forms a natural barrier that surrounds the villages, allowing countless beasts to stop on the opposite bank, but also breeds an extremely rich fish and shrimp, which continue to pour down from the upper reaches and become food for dozens of tribesmen!

Otherwise, if you only rely on a limited amount of land and grow a little bit of food, you would have starved to death and exterminated!

Forgetting the river is to hope that the tribesmen will forget the suffering, forget the disaster that almost wiped out the tribe, start from the beginning, live well, and not let the incense of the Miao tribe go extinct.

The black worm walked slowly step by step along the Forgotten River, his eyes were like torches, his ears were listening to all directions, and he was very careful and serious in patrolling the darkness nearby, not daring to take it lightly and slack off at all.

Two months ago, because of his carelessness on patrol, he was thrown to the ground by five jackals and eaten all of them, and when he was found the next day, only a hard skull and a huge pelvic bone were left by the river, and there were tooth marks on them, and there was not a trace of flesh left......

He didn't want to be eaten by wild beasts, and he still had a lot of ideas that had not been realized, such as marrying a daughter-in-law and tasting men and women...... So every time I patrol, the turtle worm is full of spirit, the big gun on his shoulder has been carrying, no matter how sore it is, he will not let it go, his right hand is holding the barrel of the gun, ready to stab out with a shot at any time, and stab a beast that jumps out of the darkness!

Walking along the river, he didn't find anything abnormal, the worm felt a little sleepy, he looked back at the dimly lit tribe, and thought to himself, in half an hour, someone will come to take over!

He planned to patrol again carefully, so that he could return to the village entrance on time for his shift.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of the stole worm stood up, like a thorn in the back, and the originally tired pupils suddenly dilated, and almost in an instant, he turned around suddenly, and the big iron spear on his shoulder was already in his hands.

His body was slightly pressed, his legs were slightly bent, his eyes were staring at the darkness in front of him, his expression was extremely serious and nervous, and the muscles of his whole body were tense, like a big bow, and the iron spear was like a feather arrow on a string, ready to fire!

(End of chapter)