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The water had already accumulated half a man's height, and this flood came abruptly, without any warning, without giving people the slightest chance to react.

The cry echoed in my ears, and the miserable and sharp cry, without much understanding, looked like another woman whose husband or son had been swept away by the flood.

How many are these already?

I don't remember exactly, after the flood came, more and more people died. The population of the village was originally small, and with more and more accidents encountered on the way to migrate, there are now less than 100 people left.

When will this natural disaster pass?

Nobody knows.

The elderly village chief knelt in front of the only small idol in the village that could be taken away, and prayed fervently: "Great God, please save your people!"

The village chief is just a routine prayer, and people need support in the midst of despair, whether it is an ethereal god or a hero who is praised by all or a butcher stained with blood.

After the daily prayers, the village chief left, and more and more villagers were injured, and some of them were suffering from strange diseases. The old village chief is the only doctor in the village, which is why he became the village chief.

When the old village chief was young, he went out to wander around, learned to be a doctor, and also had some knowledge, and when he was old, he returned to the village where he gave birth and raised himself, and became a village doctor, and later because he was more knowledgeable than the villagers and did things fairly, he made him the village chief.

After the village chief left, a man and a half of age walked up to the idol, a richly dressed boy who stood in front of the idol with anger written on his face.

He stared at the half-meter-tall statue, he knew that it was only made of wood, and he also knew that there had never been such a god in this world.

But he was still angry.

"As a god, what are you doing when those who believe in you are facing death, what are you doing when your people are in despair?"

The boy's eyes shone with gold, and he looked at the idol that was placed directly on the ground, and angrily scolded the other party. In fact, only he knows that what he is asking is actually himself.

The wooden idol began to glow faintly, cracks appeared on the idol's blurred face, and the beautiful eyes of the eyebrows, made of the gold that had been donated spontaneously in the village, began to shine, and a drop of clear liquid slipped from somewhere.

The one-eyed God began to come to life, gaining strength from the faith of his people, and then having the possibility of saving his people.

Or, freedom.

The boy smiled, and he saw the choice of the idol, just as a mortal would make with the true god he needed.

She burned herself, even if she had just been born, even if she was a child, even if she had only opened her eyes to see the world for the first time. But she still chooses to fulfill her mission, to find the only life in this seemingly annihilating natural disaster in order to create her own mortals.

The newborn ignorant soul gave everything for the responsibility on his shoulders.

The boy laughed and laughed, and he cried. For he remembered what he had missed, what he had done wrong, and what he had destroyed.

Then the boy left, step by step, through the door into the pouring rain.

The makeshift temple was still leaking, but when the boy walked out, it was filled with warmth. The boy's departure did not alarm anyone, just as no one had found out that he had ever been.

No, it's not that no one has found out.

In the corner of this room, a pair of black eyes blinked curiously, and even the boy did not notice her existence, or perhaps, he had already found out......

The rain was still falling, and the old village chief simply bandaged the wounds of a few villagers who were slightly injured, and walked in a hurry, without bringing too many herbs, and the ones that could be used had already been used up.

There are also a few villagers who have a strange illness, and they have been determined that they will not live long.

This is a very strange thing, people who have this disease have no change in the first three days, no difference from ordinary people, but their strength will become greater.

But after three days, blood-red spots appeared on the sick people, and by this time their strength had become great, and there was an old man who had suffered from this disease and lifted something that would have taken two adults to lift with one hand.

You know, before this, the old man could barely stand up.

But in another three days, these red spots will be all over the body, and then all pus will be born, and it will only take half a day for a person who has this disease to turn into a puddle of thick water.

The only good thing is that the disease does not infect children, but it starts in young adults.

There weren't many old people who migrated in the first place, and now there is only one old village chief left, and the old village chief is actually sick, because he feels that his strength is much greater than before, but he hasn't said it yet.

In this situation, the villagers can't stand the stimulation, and once the news spreads that even the most prestigious village chief in the village is about to die, then it will be dangerous.

The village chief is old, and he is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that those children will die on the road.

The old village chief never married, had no wife and no children, so in the village, even the most stubborn children were treated as his grandson, he was not worried about whether he would die, he was just afraid, these children had no future.

The rain was still falling, as if the heavens were crying.

As if the rain was going to submerge the world, the old village chief looked up at the sky, and walked into the makeshift temple with his back bent.

In the face of this apocalyptic catastrophe, we need to know what is fragile, so we need faith. The old village chief did not know much, but he had also heard from the priests in the town: "God is great, God is holy." You only have godly respect for God and serve Him. Only then will God hear your voice, and only then will God look at your desires. ”

The past is blurred in front of him, the old village chief has lived for more than a hundred years, and many of the deeds of his youth cannot be remembered clearly, but he still remembers this sentence to this day.

Therefore, in this place of settlement, the old village chief still found someone to build a simple shed together, which was used as a temple.

The old village chief wiped the rain from his face and walked into the makeshift temple, where he froze.

The warm glow shone on his face, and the old village chief felt that his body was much lighter all of a sudden, and his clothes were dry, and he lowered his head, only to find that the blood-red spots on his exposed arms were gone.

The old village chief was a little confused, but he raised his head but was shocked.

He saw the change of the idol, the wood carved deity had mostly cracked, and the idol's hand pointed at the old village chief as if it had been stiffened by life.

In an instant, the old village chief naturally understood that the idol was referring to the winding road behind him, and the idol was pointing out the way to him!

The old village chief knelt down and bowed his head reverently. Then, after the old village chief stood up, he respectfully held the half-meter-high statue of the god, and the statue seemed to have no weight in his hand, and walked out.

Behind him, the little girl hiding in the corner also followed him out, the old village chief didn't care, just thought about the rest of the villagers on the other side, he walked in the wind and rain, but the rain was naturally parting in front of him.

It was as if there was a wall in front of the old village chief to block the wind and rain.

After a while, cheers and sobs were heard......

The boy stood on the heavy clouds, looked at the long, snake-like migration procession on the ground, and smiled.

But soon, the smile faded, and all that was left was sadness, it was time to make a decision, and it was time for everything to be reckoned with......