The name of the turbidity clan is from the small river Huangni River, 800 meters west of the village, in the good year, the fish in the Huangni River plus the wheat and potatoes planted around the village, can barely maintain the survival of 654 people in the village, the premise is that God will not let the earth too dry, the water gods will not let the earth too waterlogged, there is no large wilderness beast herd crossing, and the old man over 60 years old voluntarily left the village and died in a corner of the wilderness.

Since the beginning of summer this year, the rain god seems to have forgotten the existence of this mountain col, not a single rain has fallen, and it has become even worse after entering autumn, the weather is not only not cooler, but unusually hot, the crops in the fields around the village have long been drought, and even the yellow mud river has begun to dry up.

The women of the Turbidity clan began to panic and searched for all the food they could find, and in the end, not only did they not have enough to eat, but even drinking water became a problem.

Men seem to have long been accustomed to it, and they are downbeat and indifferent.

In the wilderness, the most common thing is death, and when you see too much death, you don't care.

Therefore, even if the thirsty did not hesitate to bite through the hard trunk to grab the slightest water, they did not show despair and panic in the face of the apocalypse.

In the longhouse in the middle of the stockade, the only elder over sixty years old sat in front of the fire, staring at the ashes in front of him and a cooked potato inside, and opposite sat the young owner of the village, the young man, the young man, short and sturdy, with his bare upper body showing bulging muscles, and his dark skin seemed to be painted with a layer of oil paint.

He plucked the cooked potatoes out of the ashes, patted them off, and handed them to a young woman holding a baby beside her.

"Old Mo, they hunted a pig wolf by the river. ”

The elder took a puff of his cigarette pouch, coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm, looked at the brute dragon through the swirling green smoke and said, "The pig wolf is a black iron-level fierce beast that lives in the barren forest in the east, although it is not very powerful, but it likes to live in groups, they are extremely territorial, and they will not leave the territory without a reason! ”

"Is there a drought over there, and they're looking for water?"

The elder muttered, "I can't rule out this reason, this year's drought is very unusual!"

"What's unusual? In the wilderness, it's unusual to have no disaster!"

"No, this drought is by no means a simple natural disaster, this spring, we have been to the source of the Yellow Ni River, the water god is very quiet and peaceful, the Holy Grace Pond is also full and clear, the water and grass are abundant, this year should be a good year. ”

The woman who was feeding the baby and chewing the bean paste looked up and said, "Then shall we send someone to the Holy Pond to have a look?" Maybe something is wrong with the water god, or maybe someone in the village has done something to anger the water god. ”

The elder snorted, "The Water God is not one of those ancestral spirits who are actually enslaved in the name of Protection, it will not punish us for what humble and insignificant humans have done, and the Water God is not human at all, so it has no interest in the human world!"

The old man squinted his eyes and said, "The water god sleeps at the bottom of the Holy Grace Pool for most of the year, and even if we can wake it up, we can't communicate with it......"

He pondered for a long time, looking at the young couple, "Go find the Prophet of the Wilderness!"

Hearing this name, the woman couldn't help but shudder, "Do you really have to go to that person?" Every time I see him, I always feel chills, as if I am standing next to a dead man!"

The brute dragon smiled and comforted his wife and said, "The dead are not terrible, we have seen too much! ”

There is always something incomprehensible in the wilderness, and no one knows how many secrets are hidden in this vast and desolate land, and the Prophet of the Wilderness is one of them.

He seems to be just an ordinary man, but he can easily navigate the dangerous wilderness, all the tribes that survive in this area, there is no one who does not know the prophet of the wilderness, sometimes he will appear to help the tribe in distress solve the trouble, sometimes he will confess to the person who owes him a favor to complete all the tasks of unknown meaning, and sometimes he will use unpredictable means to make a seemingly prosperous tribe fall into defeat in an instant, and no one knows what his purpose is.

To say that he has pity for these poor people who are struggling to survive in the wilderness does not seem to be so, perhaps simply because he is bored.

In a low, thatched hut, a wall surrounded by tree branches shimmered through the wisps of light, leaving rows of grids on the loess floor, and in the corner curled up a scrawny young woman, covered with a layer of hay on a hot afternoon, with her back to the low fence gate, stared at her for a long time before the faint sound of breathing proved that she was still alive.

"Sister, I'm back!"

Kotani dragged the large wooden barrel into the house, and the woman seemed to answer in a low voice.

"Sister, are you feeling better?" Xiao Gu stepped forward and glanced at her with hay, perhaps not wanting her brother to see her at this time, the skinny woman grabbed a handful of grass to cover her face, "I'm much better." ”

Most of the residents in the Turbidity Clan are not related by blood, Xiao Gu and her brother Heipi were both picked up by this woman from the wilderness, so they have always called her sister, "Brother went to Uncle Mo, Uncle Mo They hunted an adult pig wolf today!"

He put the mud from the wooden bucket on a piece of linen, then squeezed the linen cloth vigorously, drained the water into a porcelain bowl, and after a lot of effort, a fine sweat appeared on the boy's forehead, and he handed the small bowl of water that had settled in front of the woman, and put a reed rod into her mouth.

Heipi came back with a intestine, half a liver and a small piece of fresh meat, and he couldn't hide a smile on his face, "Xiaogu, sister, hehehehehe!"

"Uncle Mo knows that my sister is sick, give us one more piece of meat, and we can have broth tonight...... Sister, I'm going to make a fire!"

"No!" the dying woman suddenly struggled to stretch out a hand, "Take them, take them away......"

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

"Take it away!" The woman covered her face with one hand, and reached out of the hay with the other as if she wanted to grab something, I don't know if it was because she was seriously ill, Heipi felt that her sister's voice was so strange, a little strange.

His sister was the person he respected and liked the most, and he didn't dare to hesitate to hurriedly take the internal organs and meat of the pig wolf outside, hang them on the branches and dry them.

"What's wrong with Sister?" asked Kotani Kutani, who shook his head blankly.

"Then do we still drink broth at night?" the boy was very concerned about this question, and Heipi patted his big head, "Let's air dry first, and we will eat together when my sister is better." ”

"Oh......" Kotani was a little disappointed.

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The desolate Gobi, a paradise for the dead, and a desolation for the living.

Cut off Kyushu, it is a moat, 26,740 miles from east to west, and 12,200 miles from north to south.

It is bordered by Suizhou in the south, Dingzhou in the west, Yanzhou in the east, Baoxiang in the north, Xuanyan Erzhou, Suizhou in Kyushu, Zhen, Ding, Yang, Baoxiang, Dayu, Xuanyan, Cangdi, and Barren Ze adjacent to the fourth, although there is no special place in the wilderness, if you choose an intuitive representative, it is the desolate Gobi.

A gust of hot wind swept up the sand and dust in the sky, turning into a yellow dragon running through the heavens and the earth, sucking the bones that could be seen everywhere into the air, and the heavenly maidens scattered like flowers, as if it had rained down a rain of bones.

A skeletal zombie sucked dry by the hot wind sits on a fallen dead tree, knocking on the skull of a sheep in its hand and chattering.

No one could understand what it was muttering, or perhaps the faint cacophony was just the quivering of hot air through its broken throat.

From the distant horizon, distorted by the heat wave, came a tall young man.

In a trance, the man had come to the skeleton and strode straight towards it, looking like a male goat who had just defeated the leader and won the right to breed.

The young man was dressed in a robe sewn of thick gray linen, with a large brimmed felt hat on his head, and the shadow obscured most of his face, and he carried a white bone staff in his hand, with three human skulls inlaid at the upper end, and his face was facing in three directions, and each skull had a purple celestial stone embedded in the eye socket.

The purple Tianxuan Stone is the essence of the stone, and it is said that it is transformed by the blood of the pure dust Tianjing, which is more than 100 times more valuable than ordinary Tianxuan Stone.

The young man smacked the chattering skeleton zombie with his bone staff.

"Count me a hexagram, calculate the weight of my life!" said the young man with a smile squinting his eyes.

The zombie didn't raise its head, and on the white sand under its feet, countless black ants crawled out, forming four words.

"Accidents go together!"

The young man laughed and pointed at it meaningfully, "It's time for you to complete your mission, and when you finish this, I'll send you to the ancestral spirit ruins you yearn for!"

"The Tao is different, not the same!" the ants reunited into seven words.

"That's a big deal!" he said with a restrained smile, "Didn't we have a good time working together before!"

He pressed one hand on the skeleton's head, which was only left with dry and dreaded hair, and said with a smile, "Don't be in a hurry to refuse, because if you refuse, I will kill you first, you are hiding in this broken bone, and your strength will not be half of it!"

The skeleton froze, as if to know that his words were more than just a threat.

When he took his hand away, the skeleton zombie suddenly raised its head and fluttered its rotten jaw, making a sound as sharp as a night owl.

"Name!"

"Ghost Fang Duo!"

The young man walked away on crutches in the direction he had come, and the skeleton froze for a moment, continuing to knock on the sheep's skull, chattering.

A few days later, four young men and women slowly walked from the west, dragging their bodies tired.