While people in the tribe continued to die of madness, those who survived to remain normal began to give birth to children with light pupils.

But Si didn't notice this, he put all his mind into how to maximize the cultivation of the power left by the ancient gods, and when he was old and drowsy, he realized that the peers around him seemed to have died very early, and the rest were indeed shallow and almost scary young people.

The light-colored eyes one by one are like the gray pupils of the ancient gods looking at the sky when they were on the verge of death.

It's not his child.

This is not a tribal child.

These young people were unusually rejecting foreign bloodlines, hunting and killing foreign tribes, eating raw captives, worshipping the bones of ancient gods, and singing and dancing around the bloody corpses of foreign captives.

Before his death, Si carefully selected a candidate from the tribe who matched his heart, and gave him his research.

He remembered that his name was a hooligan, and by his side, there was a little doll with eyes that were not so light, extremely upright and beautiful, and naturally loved to laugh. He bit his hand and smiled, stood barefoot in the sand, never liked to participate in the hunt of captives, and his big eyes were clear and harmless.

"He's a mirage."

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In the scene of panic screaming and running of the humans, the firelight spread wantonly along the mountain forest, devastating the forest line around the tribe, and the people screamed that the ghosts were coming, kicked over the clay pots and bowls on the ground, and stumbled and fled in all directions.

Gala held the longbow in her hand, almost dazed, and stood in front of the monster wrapped in flames.

"Are you afraid?" Hooligans asked her.

Gala turned her head to stare at the scoundrel in confusion, not to mention being afraid, she couldn't even comprehend the extreme panic of people at the moment, and she didn't realize what was in front of her.

The hooligan was very satisfied with her reaction, pinched her shoulder, and the two stood together on the highest hillside, and it could be seen that the ghost not far away had already rushed towards him with the roar of flames, and the hooligan pushed Gala forward, and Gala was caught off guard and planted forward, but she was born with a strong mobility, and in the blink of an eye, she regained her balance, and rolled forward with the momentum of the downhill, and then, almost instinctively, at the moment when she felt the heat wave coming to her face, she pulled out the long arrow that was originally held with the bow with one hand, At the same time, he turned over and took the arrow on the bow, and jumped straight into the air and shot a sharp arrow at the blurred black shadow in the fire!

The arrows broke through the wind and fire, and in an instant, they even pierced through the black smoke in the sky, revealing the terrifying faces of the ghosts inside.

Like a natural hunter, Gala stabbed into the depths of the fog and flames like a sharp blade against the ground, shooting bone arrows one after another in high-speed shuttles and jumps, and the tendons that were pulled off the old god's body made a tense and muffled sound.

The moment the monster roared and collapsed to the ground, Gala leapt from the sky and landed steadily among the ghost's feeble head, and the people who turned their heads at the sound came up to her in shock.

I don't know what the hooligan was shouting with their arms outstretched below, so they bowed to her and sang and danced as if they were in front of the remains of an old god.

Gala didn't know what they were doing, she didn't care about it, she didn't care about being worshipped, she didn't care about the behemoth that had just died at her feet, and Gala's gaze wandered through the crowd, finally fixed on the face of a teenager.

A boy with a necklace made of red sandstone and drawing on his body with powder made of colored stones.

He took it upon himself to draw many strange patterns on his body, and pointed them out to Gala one by one, this is the sun, this is the bird, the arc is beautiful, but because the area covered is too wide, and the color of the brush is too thick, he looks dirty at first glance, and there are many fine stones and shells of jewelry, only the eyes are as clear as a lake. It's clean and clean, and you can see the bottom at a glance.

The day Gala woke up from the womb of the earth, she saw such a pair of eyes.

At that time, she was deeply immersed in the sticky and cold liquid around her body, as if the depths of her bone marrow were cold, and she spontaneously curled up in the cold cave in a dazed and unconscious way, poking her head out of the liquid, slowly learning to breathe again as the fish of the sea floated their heads to the surface and tried to move to land.

Above her head was an iron-black rock roof overgrown with blue-black clammy plants, and Gala's lips were slightly open as she raised her head, and a vague blur of consciousness slowly and messily coalesced in her mind, forming a larger, clearer blur.

Suddenly, there was a strange noise from nowhere, and someone slowly leaned over from the entrance of the cave, the light was dim, his eyes were shining, and he casually asked down, as if he were joking, "Are you awake?" ”

Gala didn't answer, she didn't actually know how to answer, she didn't even realize this one question, one question about herself, just kept looking up blankly.

The big eyes that asked the question seemed to be just good-looking, probably not very useful, and he didn't even notice that she was awake, he couldn't see the inside clearly, and he didn't know that the liquid around Gala's body was writhing like a living body, making incomprehensible sounds.

The boy grinned and withdrew, and the next day, the third day, many days he would come, sometimes early, sometimes late, sometimes not sooner or later, but Gala always thought he was late.

When he came, he poked his head in and asked, "Are you awake?" ”

I don't expect an answer, it seems to be just a child's insistence on being naughty, asking and leaving, and not giving others a chance to answer, Gala doesn't know how many days have passed, and I don't know how many days the boy has come, she began to have a sense of thinking, Gala vaguely thought, will he come tomorrow?

So they waited for him to come, all the time waiting for him to come, the meeting was only a time for a word, a blink of an eye, a moment, sometimes before Gala could react, the greeting that had been waiting all day dissipated in the cold cavern, and then there was only waiting.

In fact, it doesn't matter if the boy doesn't come to him, Gala has been waiting for him, and it doesn't matter if she can't wait, at that time, if she can't wait, she won't have a sad and resentful heart because of this.

But the strange time both of them did this unnecessarily cooperated, and it lasted for quite a long time, the boy came every day, and Gala waited every day, and finally one day Gala sensed her waist and legs, and began to struggle to break free from the liquid, and instinctively climbed out along the rock wall, but when she was about to reach the cave, she heard a familiar greeting.

"Are you awake?"

The boy smiled and poked his head into meeting her face to face, his expression froze for a moment, and then turned to natural joy and joy.

Gara had seen him smile like that when a newborn was born in the tribe, he would smile sincerely.

The boy said, "I am a mirage." ”

Mirage didn't own the cave, he had only been here once with his father, and he knew that there was an embryo in it.

The embryo was stripped from the daughter of the Si family, who died of madness, but the embryo in her body was still thumping and beating her belly after the mother's death.

After stripping off the embryo, he originally wanted to make it into a medicinal powder according to his custom, but found that the embryo was still alive for a long time after the stripping mother.

It had grown small hands and feet, covered with gray lines, and was lying unwillingly in an unbroken mass of amniotic fluid.

Si identified it as a descendant of the ancient gods and raised it in a cave very close to the earth.

The cave used to be the place where ghosts were born and bred ghosts, and Si had seen headless four-legged monsters crawling out of it.

Either survive in the cave or be devoured by monsters.

In the end, Gala survived, but was carried by the liquid and shrank into the depths of a cavern, and then fell into silence for a long time.

Si spent the rest of his life studying the cave, and he didn't know if it was a human or a monster embryo, so that he was dying when he realized the great changes that had taken place in the tribe.

He didn't have Si's persistence, he seemed to think that since Gala had exhausted Si's life, he wouldn't hatch even more so when it came to him, so he didn't even care about the situation in the cave.

"But what if one day you are born, but no one is there, and you are scared and cry all the time?" Qian Mirage said: "Doesn't every newborn child keep crying? ”

Facing Gala, who had developed to the same age as him, Qian Mirage smiled and said, "Although it is a little doll that can climb out of the hole by itself, the little doll is very timid, and it should be accompanied, right?" ”

Gala didn't speak, and rubbed her head into Mirage's arms.

As a person who suddenly appeared, there was a lot of discussion within the tribe about her origin, and she was resolutely opposed to outsiders entering the tribe, if it weren't for the pale proof of Gara's pale pupils, she might have been driven out and even stoned to death.

The people of the tribe did not treat her well, and they spoke coldly, and the child threw a stone at the back of her head.

This is not a trick between children, who learn to throw stones in order to hunt and attack wild beasts, so the accuracy and well-controlled lethality are exceptionally amazing.

Gala often came home with a purple and swollen face, and sat there in a daze, vaguely feeling a little unhappy.

Qian Mirage smeared her wounds and asked her if she was upset.

Gala shook her head lightly and said, "It's good to be with you." ”

It's okay to sit together like this and enjoy inner peace and contentment.

In the beginning, Gala did not even have a trace of superfluous desires, and was truly like the gods believed in by later generations, without desire or desire, and with great compassion for the world.

This is probably the biggest difference between her and humans in the first place.

It is also one of the reasons why she later fell into the mire of pain from which she could not extricate herself for thousands of years.