It's not fun to cross into a totem, and it's even boring, because you can only sit there motionless, watching a bunch of fools go about around you, and you can't do two curses.

As a patient with advanced mobile phone cancer in later generations, crossing into a totem is really an experience that makes people want to die.

This is not a joke, Fifth Xuan tried to end his short and boring totemic career, a long time ago.

Anyway, if he can cross here, it proves that there is a soul, and it is better to be a lamb to be slaughtered in the next life than to be a stone.

However, in fact, stones do not have the right to judge themselves.

You see, how fair God is, He has given you fortitude and forgotten to give you weakness.

As a result, Fifth Xuan could only watch this group of primitive people live a life that was envied by those white-collar workers in their previous lives.

They worked every three to five days, gathered enough food to feed their stomachs for a few days, and then they would catch each other for lice and play with each other, and there would be fights over the occasion, which finally subsided under the storm of the big boss.

Sometimes the Fifth Mystery would be bored guessing who would emerge victorious, but each time before the two primitives would decide the winner, the big boss would pop up and bring the battle to an early end.

Wu never cared about this, and he didn't collect food.

As the most ideal existence of the entire tribe, his daily task is to smear the body of the fifth mystery's stone, dancing excitedly for a while, and staring at him in a daze with sighs.

"If I had a hand, you would be the first one I would kill. ”

Fifth Xuan has made such an oath countless times, but in fact, he has no hands, not now, and not in the future.

He's just a rock, not the kind of rock that can jump out of a monkey.

In his previous life, when he was young, he always sighed that his life was as lonely as snow, and he thought this sentence was very beautiful, but now he feels that his previous life was too wonderful for his grandmother.

There are ice cream, barbecue, wine, hot pot, beautiful women, wives, fathers who beat you, mothers who love you, friends who cheat you, and his grandmother's brother who bullied him from childhood to adulthood.

What a perfect world it is, why are you not satisfied, why do you want to go climbing, why don't you do more protection when climbing?

Why?

He questioned himself countless times about the totem he had turned.

Is it ideal, is it brave?

No, it's neither, it's his grandmother's discontentment.

Contentment is always happy, and the ancients did not deceive me.

Now, the dissatisfied self has become an ancient man who is more ancient than the ancients, and in the real loneliness like snow, he has learned to be content.

The sacrificial dance every ten days was the thing that made him the happiest, feeling the scorching red power bred in the totem getting bigger and bigger, and he looked forward to the day when he could give birth to a new self.

Even if he is not a monkey who can go to heaven and earth, it is good to become a fire spirit, and if he can't become a pig or a dog, as long as it is not a stone, he will be content.

However, as the days passed, the rain became less and less, the weather became colder and colder, and when the first snow fell, he still did not become what he wanted to be.

He is still a stone, and he is compared to his body every day by the little witch.

And the comfortable primitive people began to get busy.

When early winter came, the fruits of the trees began to dwindle, and they had to hunt.

Hunting is dangerous, and the scars caused by the blows of the thick sticks on the animals are not great, while the fangs and claws of the animals are enough to inflict fatal injuries on them.

There was already a primitive man who died, he was cut in the stomach by the fangs of a wild boar, and after three sunrises and sunsets in agony, he finally said goodbye to this world in pain.

After his death, his soul returned to the totem, that is, the body of the fifth Xuan, turned into a ray of red light, and lay comfortably inside.

After another three days, the red light dissipated, turning into a scorching red power, merging into the power of the Fifth Xuan.

"Perhaps, this is the final destination of the soul, even if you die, you are still using your power to protect your tribe. ”

Inexplicably, Fifth Xuan was a little sad.

Primitive man is dead, but he can still return to his roots, and he has already bid farewell to his own world forever.

I don't know how my relatives are doing, how are my wife and children, have my parents been sad and sick because of him? My brother should be very happy...... Perhaps, maybe they weren't so happy.

This depressed mood lasted for a long time, and it was very difficult to divert attention from the primitive tribe without any changes, until the little witch finally showed results in his body gestures.

It was snowing lightly that day, and the little witch suddenly summoned all the primitives, and the fifth mystery was a little unclear, because this was not the day of the sacrificial dance.

Then, under his astonished gaze, the little witch slashed his left palm with the claws of the beast, and filled his right hand with blood, and drew a ghost drawing on his head.

At the moment when the ghost drawing talisman took shape, Fifth Xuan felt a change, and understood the meaning of the little witch's doing: he was naming the tribe.

This ghost drawing symbol is a word, a fire character, which represents the name of the tribe and also represents the power of the tribe.

"Woo~~Woowoo......"

The primitive people were excited again, and they danced their bodies with their teeth and claws, and danced the unformed sacrificial dance, as if this was the only way to vent their excitement.

It was only at this moment that they had completely roots, their own tribe, and their own name.

They are one, indivisible, life and death.

And the fifth Xuan, who became synonymous with their common will, was no longer simply called a totem, but a fire totem.

He represents fire, it represents heat, it represents life, it represents the destination of the soul.

The little witch was also excited, but instead of dancing, he sat down on the ground, he looked tired, and there seemed to be a strand of silver in his hair.

The originally straight spine also stiffened, he became old, and his vitality was no longer vigorous.

In a trance, the fifth Xuan seemed to see the oil lamp that was about to go out.

In the midst of the noise, the big man came to the little man's side, and he patted the witch on the shoulder, but said nothing, as if to comfort him, and as if to say goodbye.

The little witch gave him a smile, and there was no bitterness, no horror, and there was only contentment.

He accomplished the most important mission of his life, and for this he poured his life into it without regrets.

This night, the little witch curled up and lay in front of the fire totem, under the reflection of the totem fire, the fifth Xuan looked at him, and he also looked at the fifth Xuan.

The next morning, the little witch's hair was all white, and his body was so thin that his rickety body could not stand up at all.

All primitive people spontaneously stood in front of the totem fire to see off their first witch.

Wu sat with his back against the Fifth Xuan, and stretched out his hand with difficulty, pointing to the only child of the tribe, who was a short primitive, who had not yet grown up and had been protected by all primitives.

The little primitive man was not timid, he stepped forward and let the little witch carve a fire word on his forehead with his thin fingers.

He became the second generation of the tribe, after the little witch closed his eyes and completely returned to the embrace of the fire totem.