Shuzi turned his head blankly, he just glanced to the side inadvertently, did he see some familiar person on the roof of a house?

The familiarity was so old that he had completely forgotten where he had seen it.

The tree looked at the roof again.

In the sunset, the roof was already empty.

Is it wrong? Shuzi thought with some regret, pestle his cane, and staggered away slightly.

His back seemed to be a few years older.

Shuzi walked along the road, thinking about the little flower he had just seen.

There are a lot of people around Xiaohua, so many that the tree is even faintly envious.

Because what those people reveal is genuine admiration.

The people who usually surround him only have hypocritical looks.

He knew that when he left, Xiaohua was watching him from behind, but he couldn't look back.

There is no turning back, he admits that he has changed, time can change too many people, and no one can go unchanged in 40 years.

He's old, so he's compromised on a lot of things and he's seen it too.

How can a person survive time?

That's why he thinks Xiaohua is terrible.

A man who will not change his mind for 40 years......

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A year later, the Terran territory was becoming unstable and could rebel at any time, and Shuzi could no longer afford to put down the rebellion, because he could no longer protect himself.

All Shuzi could do was to use the divine bow in his hand to deter him and ensure the safety of his family.

His body and spirit, which were too decayed, were no longer enough for him to continue to draw on power.

Shuzi relinquished most of his power, leaving only the false title of a patriarch.

Another half a year passed, and Shuzi's life came to an end.

He was lying on the bed, surrounded by a lot of people.

There was his wife, his many sons and daughters, his relatives, his subordinates, and a few friends who didn't know whether they were real or fake.

Shuzi watched countless faces go back and forth in front of his eyes, and couldn't help but think sadly: How many people are there who really want him to continue to live?

He fumbled, slowly pulling out the bow from behind him.

The appearance of the Divine Bow is the same as in the past, it is a god-made thing after all, and it has not been worn out by the years at all.

As soon as this legendary weapon that established the entire human race was taken out, several inhalation sounds sounded on the scene.

Many eyes are staring at the bow, greed, longing, longing, or curiosity.

There is no one who can continue to watch the tree when the bow appears.

Shuzi's heart smiled coldly.

"Hawk, come here! You come and take it! ”

Shuzi said reluctantly.

Although Yingzi had a conflict with his father because of his mother's affairs before, he was overjoyed to hear that he could inherit the divine bow.

You know, the bow is not just a weapon, it is also a symbol of the authority of the human race.

It can be said that whoever gets the divine bow will be the next patriarch who is sure to be.

At this time, a voice next to him said:

"Father, I don't accept it! I'm supposed to use the bow! ”

It was an extremely tall and strong man who spoke, he was in his 30s, much younger than the eagle, and much stronger, and was the fifth son of the tree.

Although Yingzi usually looks indifferent to fame and fortune, but at the moment of the artifact, he will not flinch, and immediately quarreled with his fifth brother.

Shuzi gasped and lay on the bed, it hurt so much, every inch of his body was like a tug-of-war, tormenting him over and over again.

Several times, he almost fainted in pain.

He knew that he was about to die, and today, as soon as he regained a little consciousness, he hurriedly called everyone over and explained what was going on.

Shuzi looked at the few people dangling in front of him.

They were all dying, and there were people fighting before him.

He worked hard all his life, earning a piece of the world for the entire human race and a great family business for his family.

But what's the use!

The bow, the throne, the children, all these things can save him when he is dying!

Haha, it's really boring, Shuzi thought to himself, looking at those who were staring at the divine bow.

One day, you'll end up like me.

No matter what you fought for in your lifetime, you can't escape in the end...... Disease, aging, death, .......

Shuzi thought blankly, in fact, there should still be a person who will not be taken away from his sight by the divine bow.

It's just this person...... The tree looked out of the gap in the crowd again, and did not come today.

In Shuzi's long life, he has seen many people. But, seriously, there really isn't anyone among them who can compare to Xiaohua.

When he was dying, facing his heart, Shuzi had to admit that Xiaohua did have a stronger heart than him.

Incomprehensible, unacceptable, however, the tree developed a hint of envy for the little flower.

It would be nice if I could be like her...... For a belief, will not waver, will not retreat, do not change, and move forward, that is also a very happy life......

Shuzi fantasized, with a smile, quietly closed his eyes.

And his sons argued for a long time about the bow, until at last, someone next to them screamed, and then they found out that the tree had passed away.

After the death of the tree, the Terrans were in chaos.

The divine bow changed hands several times, and finally fell into the hands of the fourth son of the tree.

It's a pity that although the mountain has force, it has no prestige, and it has cunning, but it has no big plan.

He has gathered a group of followers around him, but the Terrans are vast, and the land is already full of smoke.

Shuzi is the old patriarch, the world is the shadow of the famous tree of the people, during his tenure, he is still quite prestigious, and no one dares to rebel easily.

As soon as the tree died, those people became unscrupulous.

Three years later, the Terrans were finally split into four tribes.

The south-central center, entrenched on the top of the Fang Mountain, is the tribe of Luanzi as the patriarch, because of the possession of the divine bow, it is customary to be called the divine bow tribe.

Another slightly larger tribe occupies a vast area from the Great Wilderness to the Surabaya River, known as the Wasteland Tribe.

There are also two smaller tribes, one is the Burning Mountain tribe in the north, and the other is the megalithic tribe in the south of the coast.

The tribes are hostile to each other, and each has its own eye on each other.

The world of the human race has since fallen into war.

And Xiaohua is running in the war, preaching the belief of the ancestral gods.

In the midst of war, many people's lives are at stake, and it is easier for them to pin their hopes on illusory things.

Therefore, the devout followers of the ancestors and gods have become more numerous.

Fifteen years have passed, and when Xiaohua was 84 years old, her life also came to an end.

This is already a unique longevity among the human race.

She lay in the temple, a building called the Central Temple, which was erected by countless believers at the junction of the three tribes of Shengong, Wasteland, and Boulder under the danger of war, brick by brick.

In this way, the hearts of many believers have taken refuge, and they have come from different tribes to worship their ancestral gods here.

In the hall of the temple, there is a bed, and Xiaohua is lying on the bed.

Surrounded by many shamans and believers.

Xiaohua became the existence that they all admired the most.

Those people looked at her with sad looks, as if it was their loved ones who were about to die.

When she was dying, Xiaohua remembered the tree.

"Will he blame me? Before he died, I was on the other side of the Surabaya River helping the wounded in the war, and I couldn't take care of him. ”

"Anyway, we're all about to meet, because I'll go to the ancestral god when I die."

"I hope he will forgive me for not saying goodbye."

In the belief of the human race, although there is no concept of a soul, they assume that people still exist after death, and will go to the ancestral gods.

The ancestral god is the heavenly realm, and it is a place that is much better than the human world.

There is no war, no famine, no pain or sorrow.

Xiaohua felt that her life was about to die, but her mind was surprisingly calm.

Because she knew she was going where she belonged.

There, in addition to the ancestral gods, there must be some greater existence.

And her whole life was dedicated to this great existence.

In this life, she lived it worthwhile.

Little Flower raised her withered arms for the last time, trembling and not humanoid, towards the sky.

"God, please don't leave me!"

She shouted this sentence with all the strength of her body.

The great witch of the human race passed away suddenly.

Beside her, the crying grew louder and louder, and soon it became a continuous one.