Today is a good day full of joy for the entire bamboo tribe.

A treasure was found on the mountain where clear water could emerge, and the entire tribe of men, women, and children was busy.

Everyone went to fetch water with large and small bamboo tubes, and it didn't take long to fill all the more than 30 large bamboo jars used to store water in the tribe.

But the spring showed no signs of stopping, and it was still bubbling up.

Seeing that these springs, which had been regarded as life, flowed in vain, the distressed chief went to consult the witch.

When they returned, they immediately asked the soldiers to dig a simple aqueduct to bring the spring water down the mountain, and dug a large pit at the bottom of the mountain to store water.

All of a sudden, the problem of water shortage in the tribe was solved, and the water collection team that had been organized was directly disbanded.

Not only are the water pipes full enough to drink as much as they want, but they can even take a bath in the cool spring water.

For a while, the entire tribe swept away the gloom caused by the previous defeat of the water team, and there was laughter everywhere.

In this regard, Lin Luo was naturally very happy.

Regardless of whether he has a sense of identity here, he is now a member of the Bamboo Tribe, which is an unchangeable fact.

In this primitive tribal era, even if he has the wisdom of the twenty-first century, it is obviously impossible to survive alone.

Therefore, if you want to increase your chances of survival, you must make the entire tribe stronger.

......

The next day, Lin Luo saw that many orphans living around him had followed the example of him and Gu Cao, cutting off their dirty long hair and replacing it with short hair gnawed by dogs.

Having plenty of drinking water also rejuvenated them all, laughing and chasing each other's dogs to nibble on their heads.

"Luo, someone is looking for you. ”

Gu Cao ran from a distance with a warrior and shouted at Lin Luo.

"I've told you several times, and I'm going to call me Lin Luo in the future. ”

Lin Luo corrected helplessly.

Yesterday he had corrected Gu Cao several times, but Gu Cao seemed to have long been used to the previous name and had not changed.

"Okay, Lo. ”

Hearing this, Gu Cao immediately nodded.

“......”

In this regard, Lin Luo said that he was defeated, and he didn't bother to correct it, and turned his head to look at the soldier who came with Gu Cao.

Looking at the other party's appearance, Lin Luo immediately recognized that he was the totem warrior who followed the chief down the mountain yesterday.

The totem warrior looked at Lin Luo and said, "Lin Luo, follow me to the mountain, Wu wants to see you." ”

Is it finally coming?

Hearing this, Lin Luo's face suddenly showed joy, and he immediately nodded in response: "Okay." ”

Receiving Wu's summons, this is something that Lin Luo has been looking forward to since yesterday.

During these two days in the tribe, he has made a simple plan for his future with the ultimate goal of surviving as much as possible.

First of all, it is impossible to be a warrior, and it is impossible to be a warrior in this life.

Whether it is an ordinary warrior or a totemic warrior, he is the one with the highest mortality rate in the tribe, and he doesn't want to put himself in such a dangerous "trade".

Secondly, it is absolutely impossible to do coolies, after all, in the tribe, coolies are the lowest level of existence except for slaves.

And the bamboo tribe now has no slaves, if there is really any famine or lack of food, this kind of people are the second to choose to be abandoned after the old, weak, sick and disabled.

Therefore, Lin Luo finally hit the idea on Wu.

In the tribe, the witch is the highest status in addition to the totem worshipped, and its status is even far above the chief.

He is worshipped as the spokesman of the spirit, presides over the high sacrifice of the tribe, and is the only person who can communicate with the spirit.

Therefore, as a wise man of the tribe, unless the tribe encounters a great danger of life and death, the witch will not leave the tribe easily.

Not only does he not have to go out hunting to encounter danger, but his status is the highest existence of the entire tribe, not only does he not have to work, but he also gives priority to enjoying the best food.

Such a combination of factors makes the witch usually the longest-lived person in the tribe.

It can be said that once you become a witch, you are equivalent to walking on the pinnacle of life.

And this time he found the spring water from the mountain, Lin Luo believed that it would definitely attract the attention of Wu, and he was ready to show the power of science in front of Wu's magic stick.

Showing a few hands, and then fabricating an identity such as a spirit messenger, Lin Luo believes that he will definitely be able to deter the witches of the Bamboo Tribe.

When the time comes, you can easily mix in the identity of a witch disciple and position yourself as a think-tank talent, not only with a high status, but also without going out to take risks.

When Wu hangs up, he can even successfully take the position of Wu and walk to the pinnacle of life.

Just thinking about it, Lin Luo felt a little excited!

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Wu's dwelling was near the top of the mountain, and following the totem warrior all the way up the mountain, Lin Luo found that the closer he got to the top of the mountain, the thicker the bamboo grew.

Among them, there are some giant bamboos with a diameter of up to one meter, and the bamboo jars used to store food and water in the tribe are made from this material.

Looking at these towering giant bamboos in amazement all the way, it took Lin Luo and them nearly an hour to come to Wu's residence.

"This is Lin Luo who Wu wants to see. ”

At the bottom of the stone steps leading to the witch's residence, there were two totem warriors guarding the safety of the witch, and the totem warrior who had led Lin Luo up the mountain stopped and said to one of them.

"Wu has already commanded him to go up alone. ”

The man glanced at Lin Luo and said out loud.

"Yes. ”

Hearing this, the totem warrior who took Lin Luo up the mountain nodded slightly in reply, and then turned around and went down the mountain.

"Go up quickly! The witch is waiting for you. ”

Then, the man spoke to Lin Luo again.

"Oh. ”

Lin Luo nodded.

Somehow, Lin Luo felt that when he faced these totem warriors, he would feel an invisible sense of oppression.

He didn't know how to describe this feeling of oppression, anyway, he felt a little difficult to breathe, and his whole body was very uncomfortable.

However, soon Lin Luo took a deep breath and stopped thinking about these things for the time being, and walked up the stone steps.

The number of stone steps was not much, about thirty steps, and when he reached the end of the stone steps, his eyes suddenly opened up.

What caught his eye was a huge square, and the floor of the square was paved with huge stone slabs, which looked extremely smooth.

This is the site of the annual Great Sacrifice Festival, where the entire tribe of men, women and children come to this square to pay homage to the spirits.

Walking through the square to the end, Lin Luo's eyes were first attracted by a bamboo.

That bamboo is not thick or tall, and compared to other bamboos in Takeyama, it is even considered a mini type.

Because its diameter is only seven or eight centimeters, and its height is only about four or five meters.

But unlike other bamboos, this one is not emerald green, but has a lilac color throughout, which gives it a mysterious feeling.

This is the spirit worshiped by the Bamboo Tribe, and it is also the source of the Bamboo Tribe's totem.

In Lin Luo's mind, there are also memories of the original owner visiting the spirit when he participated in the big sacrifice.

But the original owner had vaguely seen some of them from a long distance, and this was the first time that he had observed the spirit so closely and completely as at this moment.

However, looking at this purple bamboo, Lin Luo pursed his lips indifferently in his heart.

In his opinion, this so-called spirit is essentially no different from the gods worshipped in the prehistoric tribes of the earth, except for a slight difference in name.

They are all primitive tribesmen, hoping that there will be a supernatural force that will protect them and give them the strength and skills to survive in this dangerous world.

In Lin Luo's opinion, this purple bamboo must have undergone some genetic mutation to show a purple color that is different from other bamboos.

That's why they were chosen by these uninformed primitives and worshiped as gods.

"Are you the Lin Luo who found the spring water in the mountains?"

Just as Lin Luo was thinking disdainfully, a deep voice sounded.