The wind howled through the fire at the mouth of the cave, and the flames swayed and became fainter and weaker. The old patriarch on the side of the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info shrunk into a ball, staring at the snowflakes falling outside. In the past, there were always people coming and going in Kikiwu's cave. He seemed to see the group of children again, running around him, and as if he heard the children's unbridled laughter.

"It's all gone, he sighed sadly and said, no one comes to listen to my story anymore, I'm old, no one wants it. Looking at the slowly extinguishing fire, he got up and prepared to return to his cave.

In the wind and snow, a faint shout was heard. The old patriarch looked back, and a figure staggered towards this direction, and in a few steps, he fell to the snow. The old patriarch hurriedly ran in the direction of the comer, and with great effort, dragged the person to the cave.

Rong slowly wakes up from his coma and finds himself in a strange cave. An old man looked at himself and said happily, "You are awake, it seems that the gods don't want to take you away so early." Rong touched his head, the scenery around him was still spinning, and everything seemed to be in a dream.

He looked at his severed left leg and bowed his head for a long time. "Rest well, child, you still have a long way to go. "Do you think I have a future?" Rong said softly.

"Everyone has their place, child, and one day, you will find your own path. I haven't done it for a long time, you can see if it's okay. The old patriarch handed him a wooden staff he had just made. "Thank you. Rong looked at the lit fire, for a long time, and there was some warmth in his heart.

After a few days, Rong's body slowly recovered. In this place, which is considered off-limits by hunters, there is not a trace of influence from the outside. Every day, the old patriarch would go outside the cave to collect some firewood, pick some plants, and when lucky, he could catch a few prey in the trap. After Rong's body recovered, he also followed him to help.

The day passed in such a hurry, and only after dinner did the two of them have a brief moment of leisure, when the old patriarch would always tell some long-ago allusions. Rong by the fire watched quietly, and when it came to the happy place, the old man who always danced with his eyebrows would smile from time to time. Although the days were hard, the two lived a quiet and peaceful life.

On this day, the old patriarch took Rong to the depths of the cave. Opening a heavy iron door, Rong reveals a large underground storage room.

"Our ancestors had such a glorious history, but now we don't even recognize the words on the door. The old patriarch said a little sentimentally.

775, Rong glanced at the strange symbol on the door, and cautiously walked inside, which was lined with countless bookshelves, filled with those ancient texts. "I don't have long to live, and you'll have to keep this secret in the future. After the old patriarch finished speaking, he solemnly handed over a key to Rong.

Out of the storage room, Rong Duan sat on the floor and carefully opened a scroll of ancient texts, made of strange leather, which had not been damaged for thousands of years. He was a little grateful now, because his father had tried so hard to let him learn the words. The old patriarch was also glad to see that he could recognize the words.

In this way, Rong watched it sleeplessly for several days, and was so excited that he couldn't sleep. There are a lot of secrets recorded in the text, which are not well known. It was as if he saw the vast world beyond the barrier, and the chaotic and complex races.

On this day, he reluctantly put down the record of giants. He rubbed his eyes, and his whole body ached. At this time, there was a commotion outside.

He stood up a little strangely, he had been strange all these days, the Strange Witch Cave had been quiet, and not even a single hunter had appeared here.

A stout hunter rushed into the cave, and when he saw Rong here, he was stunned for a moment, and looked Rong up and down. Seeing Rong's lost right hand, he said with a contemptuous smile on his face: "Come in, there's a waste inside." ”

The two hunters walked in with the old patriarch in their arms. A gray-haired hunter scolded: "Old thing, you still say that there is no one, there is still something good in the cave, quickly take out all the food."

Another thin hunter curiously stepped on the text on the ground with his foot and said, "Good boy, what is this, big brother?" "Don't move around, it's a precious text, it's our future. Rong looked at the messy text he stepped on and shouted in distress.

The hunter who was the first to enter the cave knocked Rong to the ground with his spear. He sneered: "What is precious or not, everything in this cave now belongs to the three of us brothers, you give me honesty." ”

The old patriarch hurriedly stepped forward to help Rong up, and said loudly in dissatisfaction: "You still don't follow the rules, how can you beat people in the hole." "Rules, old thing, it's all messed up outside now. Since the arrival of those monsters, all the tribes have not been able to live in peace. ”

"It's still the eldest brother who is smart, there are no hunters in this forbidden forest, and those monsters won't come here, a few of us will live here in the future, you two go and pick up some firewood." The three hunters unceremoniously instructed the old patriarch to reconcile.

Rong held the panting old patriarch. The two of them looked at the snowfall outside. At the urging of the three hunters, he reluctantly walked out of the cave.

And so it went on for several days. "The food in the cave is almost finished, and there are three people at once, so it's not okay to go on like this. The old patriarch said a little uneasy. "Aren't they hunters, they don't come out to hunt, they let us do everything, are the giants they said really came, or are they using this as an excuse to deliberately let us do things. ”

Rong looked at the old patriarch and said, "It's really not good, let's find some way, such as at night." He gestured softly. "Rong, as a cold people, we must abide by the rules, as long as they are in the cave, we must treat them well. We're going to do this, so what is it? The old patriarch was a little displeased, he got up and didn't want to melt and helped, picked up a bundle of firewood and left.

Rong hurriedly shouted: "I just said it casually, don't take it seriously." He leaned on his cane and reluctantly followed.

As soon as the two of them arrived at the entrance of the cave, they smelled a burst of meat. The thin hunter smiled, "You're lucky, the eldest brother has hit a deer, and you're in the right mood, and you can also get a little bit." ”

The two of them entered the cave full of joy, and at a glance they saw the text scattered on the ground, and the hunter on the side was using one of them to light the fire.

"Who did it, are you crazy. "What's it called, take your tattered and light the fire, whoever asks you to pick up firewood will take a long time." Isn't it, lazy outside again. The stout hunter said in a vicious voice, and he stepped forward and kicked Rong so hard that Rong was unsteady on his feet, and he fell to the ground at once, knocking his head and bleeding.

"Originally, I wanted to leave a little for you, but now I don't want to drink any soup, burn all these things, and save trouble. The old hunter shouted.

"Don't do this, it's all treasures, you can't burn it. The old patriarch shouted and stepped forward to stop him, and a hunter got up and kicked the old patriarch out of the cave, and the old patriarch rolled down a slope.

Rong screamed, and hurriedly rushed out. Impatient with inconvenient legs and feet, when he ran down the slope, the old patriarch had only breathed out, not intake. The three hunters at the entrance of the cave were looking this way, "Is it better to be dead, or if you are dead, you can save some food." One of the hunters teased, and the three of them turned back as if nothing had happened.

Rong helped the old patriarch and stood quietly in the snow for a long time. Blood flowed down his forehead and seeped into his eyes, and there was little soreness. He vaguely heard a terrible roar in the distance. He looked up at the sky, and suddenly chuckled, "It's all dead." ”