Looking at the black disgusting beast that had lost its vitality and did not move, Wu Ping walked over cautiously and circled around the black disgusting beast before pulling out the spear.

The black and hard branches of the Jiesheng tree were not easy to process, and this spear took a lot of time to gradually sharpen, and he usually regarded it as a treasure.

The reason why he didn't dare to throw it out at will was because he was afraid that the injured and violent beast would fight back and others could escape, because he was worried that the spear would not be recovered.

The smell of blood is permeating, and Wu Ping has to quickly take the prey away, otherwise he doesn't know how many angry black disgusting beasts will come over, this mutant beast has a strong sense of revenge.

Uping tied the black misanthropy to the spear with a rope made of tree bark, and applied some of the leaves of the powder he had prepared to the black misanthropic wound to the pierced wound, the powder had a strong smell that not only sealed the pierced wound on the black misanthropic body, but also covered up the smell of blood on the black misanthropic beast.

Then he slung the spear and the black aversion on his shoulders and walked towards the last gathering place of the remnants.

Dappled light was scattered between the branches and leaves of the memorial tree, but even with years of hunting experience, Uping had no way to estimate the time, because the planet had lost its balance after being destroyed, and had long since left its original orbit.

It's tumbling in an unpredictable way, so time is basically incalculable here.

Uping is very satisfied with the harvest of this hunt, the black disgusting beast can not be caught all the time, it is almost a rare and precious meat for the bereaved people, compared to those gathering plants that are becoming more and more difficult to swallow, this is the most luxurious delicacy.

The poor living conditions have made the remnants of the disaster less and less, and in the end they can only survive in groups, and the original men who can go out hunting have now become extremely rare.

In the gathering place of thousands of people, there are less than 100 young and strong men, and in addition to guarding the gathering place and guarding the gathering team, only a few people can go hunting freely.

"This damn world."

Wu Ping was overwhelmed by the black disgusting beast weighing more than 100 pounds, and couldn't help but let out a curse.

The air is mixed with the peculiar fishy smell of the tree and the strong smell of sulfur in the air, which is definitely not a good experience.

As long as the place where the Jiesheng tree grows, the Jiesheng tree is slowly transforming the surrounding environment for its own survival, but this also makes the survival of the bereaved more difficult.

The settlement has now been relocated from the original easily defensible canyon area to a platform where the peaks of the mountains have been chipped. This is not the work of the remnants, but a remnant of an ancient war.

Uping had to hurry back, because it was already dark, and the consequences of the uncertain track were like this, and if he hadn't come out of this jungle by the time it was completely dark, then he would most likely become food and bait for a tree or a mutant beast.

Their harvest is not all for food, today is an important day for the bereaved family, this is the clan to hold a memorial event.

It's ridiculous to say that this kind of memorial is not to thank for any natural gift, to thank the greatness of the ancestors, disrespectful to heaven and earth, the bereaved people who are struggling on the verge of life and death extinction have long abandoned their beliefs, and this memorial does not know when it has been handed down.

The memorial is to celebrate the birth of a new baby, to remember the darkness of the past, and to remember the difficulty of survival now.

The name of the memorial is spitting, which is an indictment and satire of the abandonment and destruction of human beings themselves.

Although the trajectory of the star known as the red sun in the sky was very strange, it was also falling rapidly, and Wuping knew that the sky was about to get dark, and the surrounding trees also made a whining sound, and the low roar of the mutant giant beast in the distance was also faintly heard.

He couldn't help but put his prey on his shoulders and quickened his pace.

Gradually, he saw the gathering place, the plane above the jungle, which should be there soon at his current speed.

The corners of Wu Ping's mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, this time he ventured into the jungle, he also had his own expectations, the final distribution of the captured prey as a sacrifice was in his own, even the leader of the gathering place had no right to interfere.

Several young girls had expressed their affection for themselves in order to get an extra piece of meat after the sacrifice.

Although there are not many young and strong men in the widowed family, there is no restriction that a man cannot have more than one woman, as long as you can support it.

The sky was getting darker, and the moist and fishy smell of the Jiesheng tree had been left behind by Wuping, and the smell of sulfur was left in the air now. This is due to the fact that the planet has been directly cut to reveal the internal structure inside, and it has not been automatically repaired even after 10,000 years.

Those strange ingredients that evaporate into the sky make the air dry and pungent.

Wu Ping could see the light of the bonfire emanating from the platform from a distance. The gathering place is inhabited by the slightly sloping slope of the platform, and it is convenient to use the craters shot by the cannon fire pouring down from the sky as the rooms.

The environmental damage caused by the destruction of the planet, precipitation would have been non-existent for a long time, and if it weren't for the microcirculation of large areas by mutated mesophytic trees, the remaining human beings would have even had a problem drinking water.

"Chief, I'm back."

Wu Ping, who had just stepped onto the platform, shouted excitedly despite the fatigue on the road.

Several children and young girls ran over, and when they saw that Wuping had hunted their prey, they all gathered around him and screamed for joy. A slightly shy girl stood not far away and looked this way, and when she saw Wu Ping's gaze, she noticed that she hurriedly lowered her head.

"Haha, Uping is back."

An old man with white hair walked out of a cave not far away, stretched out his hand and waved at Wuping. This is the leader of the gathering place, and he is the one who has migrated here with the remnants of the remnants.

Don't look at his old age, in fact, his real age is not very old, less than forty years old, which is probably less than a third before the disaster. The harsh living environment and huge pressure made this once tough leader turn into an old man with an old man.

"Chief, I'm back, and I've hit a black disgusting beast."

Wu Ping reported respectfully, he didn't dare to step forward to support the leader, the leader didn't want anyone to support him even when he was sick and weak, this was the dignity of a former warrior.

"I'll be waiting for you."

Uping threw the corpse of the black disgusting beast on his shoulder to the ground, carefully untied the spear, and immediately ran from the campfire and several people carried the corpse of the black disgusting beast over.

From a distance, it seems that the campfire should be lit in the center of the crowd, but it is actually just an illusion. Uping walked over and saw an altar in front of a large bonfire, and he remembered that a sacrifice had only been held once when he was a child.

Over the years, the fertility of the bereaved family has been decreasing, and it has been a long time since a new birth has been born.

Unexpectedly, this year, like a godsend, a new life was born. The baby's parents, Uping, have seen it, and it is difficult to know only the gathering place of thousands of people.

Uping followed the leader through the surrounding crowd to the altar, which was the status that Uping deserved, he was one of the few warriors of the remnants and deserved to be respected.

There are not many rules for this sacrifice, which is tantamount to celebrating the arrival of this new life, and of course there is another important ritual to be done.

The altar is a small platform made of stones, on which two clay figures are formed by mixing soil and a sticky slurry made of the leaves of the intermediate trees.

The clay statue is about the same height as a normal person, so simple that it has no facial features or anything, perhaps this is also deliberate. The clay figures are dressed in distinctly different costumes from those of the Remnants, and at first glance look more like armor, unlike the Remnants' clothes made from rough fibers obtained from peeled plants.

These things have been passed down gradually, and with the sudden decline of the bereaved population, it is estimated that these inheritances are about to be lost.

The leader is actually equivalent to the patriarch of the remnants, and there are almost no surviving remnants outside of this gathering place.

Someone carried the black disgust hunted by Uping and a few small Pinomons hunted by the others and threw them next to the campfire.

The leader spoke slowly, his voice revealing excitement, "Our bereaved family has ushered in a great event, we have added a new life, and for this reason we are here to celebrate his birth. ”

A young girl, surrounded by several elderly women, approached with a baby wrapped in animal skins with only a small head exposed.

The leader stepped forward and lifted the baby with both hands, "This is the hope of our bereaved family, haha." ”

His crying and laughing voice echoed across the platform.

"Heaven has mercy on our bereaved people, there was a day when we were abandoned by the gods we believed in, our homes were destroyed, we are just an abandoned race."

"But what did we do wrong?" The old voice seemed to be pouring out, as if it was whimpering.

"We are struggling on this ruin, we are here to survive, but those former gods, can you open your eyes and see, is this the price of believing in you?"

In the end, the leader, whose face was already stained with tears, held the baby tightly in his arms.

Suddenly, he lifted the baby, who had only been born for a few days, into the air again.

"For more than ten years, we have only seen the death of our clansmen, and today we finally have new lives willing to join us again."

"We don't want to be abandoned, we don't want to perish!"

"We have to live, we have to fight!"

The leader handed the baby back to his mother, took a small stone knife from the man next to him, and slashed it behind the ear of the black beast that Uping had hunted by the campfire. The blood behind the ears of the black disgusting beast, which had not been dead for long, had not yet coagulated, and the blood gushed out from this knife, and there was a thick fishy smell.

The leader dabbled the baby's forehead with his finger dipped in blood, and opened his mouth to say, "This child is the hope of our bereaved clan in the future, and I will name the child Wudou." ”

"Wudou, Wudou."

"We have to fight, we have to live, we have to fight with the sky." The crowd erupted in shouts.

The leader took the wooden staff decorated with several beast tails that the warrior handed over to him, representing the leader's authority, and pointed upward. The crowd that was still shouting just now gradually quieted down, and several warriors of the remnant clan slowly walked to the leader's side.

This is the majesty of the chief, representing the last authority of the bereaved clan.

"Let's carry out the most important part of the memorial service, let us spit on the so-called gods who abandoned us and destroyed our homeland."

This is blasphemy, and it is also full of contempt for the so-called gods.

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