"Patriarch! Patriarch! ...“

A burst of cries surprised Xue Changchun, who was communicating with his ancestors in the ancestral hall.

"What's the matter, what's going on so urgently?" He said as he looked at the old man who ran over in a panic.

"Patriarch, the Kuroshio has spread! Broken Mountain has been submerged, and it won't be long before we do..."

"Is it again? After all, I still can't escape! ”

The Kuroshio Tide appeared suddenly, making all the lives that were submerged by it disappear in an instant, and it is unknown where this disaster came from and how it came to be.

The texts that record this kind of disaster have long been lost, and only some old people still circulate some information that is not true or false.

Xue Changchun also heard these things from his ancestors.

"Aliu, go and call Komatsu over, and let the old people in the village prepare to go to the altar." Xue Changchun pondered for a while and said to the old man.

"Okay"

Looking at the direction in which the old man left, Xue Changchun couldn't help but sigh, turned around and walked towards the ancestral hall.

"Brother Chun, Brother Chun, what are you telling me to do, do you have something good for me?"

After a while, a very unlucky young man came running over, shouting as he went.

He was naked, tanned, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, thick muscles and bones, looking like a fierce beast, his clothes were tied around his waist haphazardly, his pants and shoes were full of grass and mud, and his hair was tied into several braids, and the whole person exuded a strange painting style.

Xue Song was also puzzled, he didn't know what the patriarch had called him for, he was there to show a group of children how Erlang God turned into a Super Saiyan and beat Voldemort. In the middle of the excitement, a group of little children were pouting and waiting for him to beat, and the patriarch called for him to come over.

"Alright, alright, don't shout, hurry up and pack up." Xue Changchun walked out of the ancestral hall, looked at the energetic young man in front of him and said helplessly: "Come here, give you some good things, lest you always want to look at this and that." ”

"Oh oh, here it is"

Xue Song put on his clothes, put down his tied hair, folded a small branch and tied it up, followed Xue Changchun to the back room of the ancestral hall, looked at the empty room and asked: "What's wrong, Uncle Changchun, what is the matter with calling me over, and said that he would give me good things, there is nothing here, something is wrong with you." Speak up, talk fast! ”

Xue Changchun ignored Xue Song, came to the middle of the room, ran the magic technique, his whole body glowed with emerald green light, and a tree phantom appeared behind Xue Changchun, and then he forced out three drops of bright red blood from the center of his eyebrows, and those three drops of blood gradually turned into three strange fruits and fell into his hands.

Xue Song was stunned for a moment, a little dazed, what kind of thing is this?

After the phantom dissipated, Xue Changchun came to Xue Song with a tired look on his face, picked up one of them and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it, and said to Xue Song: "Come, eat this fruit, and keep the other one..."

Although Xue Song was very puzzled, he didn't say anything, the patriarch was still very good to him, although he often punished him to work in the fields.

Xue Song took the fruit, and it smelled of fresh grass and trees, but after biting it, it didn't feel real, like water.

Seeing that Xue Song ate a fruit and nothing bad happened, Xue Changchun breathed a sigh of relief, put another small fruit into an emerald green brocade bag, and put it in Xue Song's hand.

Xue Song was a little stunned, the bag is Xue Changchun's heart and liver baby, it is very magical, it can retain the activity of stored items, and there are some special seeds that have been passed down in it, although the space is not very large, but it is also a very rare treasure, and it is easy not to be touched.

"Let's go, let's go to the altar, take the things, don't lose them, oh little guy, the bag is full of good things." Xue Changchun said to Xue Song with a smile.

"Uncle Changchun, won't you tell me about the rest? Don't you tell me what's going on? And isn't this bag your treasure? That's it for me, huh? ”

"Okay, okay, what can I do, I see that you are playing too hard with the children, why don't you get you some delicious food? And don't think I don't know that you keep stuffing bird eggs into the bag, and the bag is almost full of you? ...”

"Uncle, aren't I afraid that the eggs won't be eaten and spoiled?" Xue Song was a little embarrassed.

"If you can't finish eating, you still have to fish and steal birds' eggs? ...”

"Alright, come with me."

Came to the altar in the back mountain, there was already a large group of people here, standing in different directions, all old people, no one spoke, all quietly looking at Xue Changchun and Xue Song.

"It's over, it's over, it won't be because I kicked the old hen at the entrance of the village today, these people are here to settle accounts with themselves, right?" Xue Song was a little panicked and a little confused about the situation.

"Xiao Song, come here, stand here with me..."Xue Changchun walked to the center of the altar and said to Xue Song.

Xue Song looked at the eyes of the people around him staring at him, with a sense of expectation and encouragement, and a hint of amazement, a little unyin, so he slowly moved to the middle of the altar and grabbed Xue Changchun's shoulder and asked, "Uncle, what's wrong, tell me clearly, and what you're weird today, what's wrong, it's too scary..."

Xue Changchun was very happy to see his rare appearance, and he also knew that it was because he refused to say it, which made him a little worried about himself, but there was no way, the disaster that could not be prevented, there was no need to spread and cause panic, it could only be tried by these old people, these people who could turn into spirits, and Xue Song was the last hope of their tribe.

"Are you still scared, boy? Then you climbed up a tree a few days ago, and you were chased and pecked and almost fell down, why aren't you afraid, you will suffer from falling down so high..."Xue Changchun quipped, "Don't ask, it's nothing." It's going to be right away..."

Looking at the corners of Xue Changchun's mouth with a smile, Xue Song slowly put his mind at ease, it has been sixteen years since he was picked up by Xue Changchun and brought back to the village, this old man has always taken good care of himself, although he is not a person from this world, but the years of getting along are not fake, and he has long regarded this place as his home.

"All the spirit transformers, start to form a formation, lead the power of the empty mulberry to the altar, and stimulate the power of the ancestors..."Xue Changchun stood on the side of Xue Song, commanding all the old people present to turn into spirits, and behind the old people appeared phantoms, or towering giant trees, or unknown flowers and plants, and the essence of plants and trees filled the surroundings of the altar in an instant.

Xue Song only felt that his body was out of control, when the old people turned into spirits and appeared, all the grass and tree essence began to gather in the center of the altar, drilling into his body, he could only watch, just when he couldn't hold it anymore, Xue Changchun pointed at his chest, his chest suddenly lit up, and a small ball of light appeared from his body, which was the fruit that Uncle Changchun asked him to eat.

"What the hell is going on?" Just as Xue Song looked at Uncle Changchun standing in front of him suspiciously, the ball of light suddenly exploded, enveloping him and disappearing.

"I blew up? This was Xue Song's last thought before he disappeared.

"Boy, you'll be on your own in the future." Looking at the place where Xue Song disappeared, Xue Changchun was stunned, but he quickly cheered up and looked in the direction of the black tide on the other side.

He walked to the center of the altar, and the shadows of the trees behind him reappeared, and grew stronger, turning into substance, covering the sky over the entire tribe.

In the distance, the Kuroshio swept in...