Flood, not under the mountain.

Under the leadership of the Zhisheng clan, the houses that had been destroyed by the aftermath of the two-headed beast's fight were soon rebuilt.

Unlike those immortals who are high up and do not eat the fireworks of the world, the human race is still just a mortal.

If you are a mortal, you have to eat and drink Lazar.

Although many people died after the previous tribulations, there are still hundreds of thousands of human races under Buzhou Mountain.

The amount of food consumed by these people on a daily basis can be said to be almost astronomical.

The crops grown in the cultivated land are extremely scarce because of the harsh environment, and the problem of food scarcity cannot be solved at all.

In order to survive, the Zhisheng clan can only venture out of the tribe to hunt.

As the strongest person in the entire group, the Zhisheng clan became the leader of the tribe's hunting team.

Every time he went out hunting before, the Zhisheng clan would lead the tribe to kneel on the ground and pray to the Wa sage.

But every time you hunt, at least a few hundred people will die!

Praying to the Wa saint has no effect.

But now, the Terrans have a new faith.

In the three huge Terran tribes at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, a group of mighty teams greeted the first rays of sunlight in the morning and walked towards the outside of the tribe.

Outside the houses made of trees or stones, there stood women with children in their arms.

Looking at the procession walking towards the outside of the tribe, these people were silently chanting in their hearts about God's blessing.

The food in the tribe has almost been consumed, and the reorganized hunting team is ready to go to the wilderness to hunt wild beasts and get food!

"Chief, why don't you ask Lord God for food?"

"The tribe has just experienced a great calamity, and it needs to recuperate."

At this time, Zhisheng walked at the front of the team, his knife-like face was full of determination, and behind him, there were ten strong men from Angzang.

One of them stood out, wearing a short robe made of the fur of an unknown beast.

Behind it, he carried a giant bow that was half a man tall.

The thumb-thick bowstring proves that trying to pull the bow is probably not a simple matter.

After looking at the old and weak women and children in the tribe, the strong man suddenly said to the Zhisheng clan with some concern.

Every hunt can almost be said to be a race for their lives, and now that the tribe has just regained peace, the strong man does not want to let the remaining tribesmen face death again.

The flood is dangerous and abnormal, not to mention the harsh environment.

Of the thousands of people who went out hunting this time, it's very good to be able to come back half.

Hundreds of thousands of people sound like a lot, but excluding some old, weak, sick and disabled people, there are only tens of thousands of middle-aged and young people in the tribe.

"Dayi, are you scared?"

Another man who followed behind Zhisheng looked at the strong man named Dayi and said in an urn voice.

The man's upper body was naked, countless scars crisscrossed him, and a thick savage aura came out of his body.

"Shigekawa, what do you mean?" Dayi's sharp gaze looked at the man, his brows furrowed slightly, and he asked with some puzzlement.

"If even the most basic survival needs to rely on Lord God, what is the meaning of our human race's life?"

"If you are worried that it will be dangerous to go out this time, you stay in the tribe, and I will accompany the leader out."

The man's tone was calm, and he couldn't tell whether it was pity or mockery.

"You!" Hearing Chongchuan's words, Dayi's eyes froze, and just as he wanted to refute, Zhisheng interrupted the two hoarsely.

"Alright, don't talk about it." Looking at the altar in front of him that was getting closer and closer, a trace of vicissitudes flashed in Zhisheng's eyes.

"Chief, I didn't mean that."

Dayi wanted to explain, but Zhisheng waved his hand and turned his head to show a smile.

"Dayi, I know what you mean."

"Food may not be worth mentioning for Lord Shangcang, but Shigekawa is right about one thing."

Looking back at the totem on the altar, the sun shining on the weather-beaten face of the Zhisheng clan, it was the unyielding of the years.

"If a race can't solve even the most basic problem of satiety, then how can this race be qualified to shelter an existence like Lord God?"

Hearing this, Dayi was silent.

In fact, what he just said was not because he was afraid.

Dayi's idea is very simple, but he wants Lord Cang to help them through this period of weakness, so that the innocent children in the tribe can grow up.

These people are the strongest and most solid support of the tribe today, and once something goes wrong, Dayi is worried that the remaining tribesmen will not survive.

"Before you go out, let's go and worship Lord God, without him, our Great Wilderness Human Race would have existed in name only."

Smiling at Dayi, Zhisheng pointed to the totem not far away.

The wilderness is chaotic, and the night is even more dangerous, with all kinds of fierce beasts and poisonous insects emerging in endlessly.

So the hunting party often goes out in the morning and then returns to the tribe before nightfall.

And just as the Zhisheng clan led the clansmen to the altar, an ethereal gaze outside the endless void fell on the foot of Buzhou Mountain again.

In the bedroom, Tang Hao sat cross-legged on the bed, holding snacks in one hand and a magnifying glass in the other, observing a corner of the box.

"Are you going to get out?"

Looking at the group of villains at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Tang Hao swallowed a piece of beef jerky and raised his eyebrows slightly.

For the human race above the flood wilderness, except for a few familiar stories, Tang Hao didn't know much.

At this time, seeing that this group of villains seemed to be going out to do something, I suddenly became a little interested in my heart.

After putting down the snack in his hand, Tang Hao picked up the magnifying glass and began to observe it carefully.

As before, the Terran didn't open his mouth to him, and he couldn't just throw food into it.

Looking at the villains in the box, Tang Hao suddenly thought in his heart that before the Zhisheng clan took the initiative to offer the social map, and after he agreed to accept it, the social map automatically appeared in the living room.

If he offered to give food to the Terrans, if the Terrans agreed, would the food enter the wilderness?

Thinking of this, Tang Hao was ready to wait until he saw what these villains in the box were going to do, and then try it.

"It's really not too much trouble to kneel in the morning."

Seeing those villains walk to the altar and bow respectfully to the totem, Tang Hao shook his head, a little crying and laughing.

Ever since this group of Terrans had taken him as a believer, Tang Hao had heard some voices of prayer and gratitude in his ears almost every ten minutes.

At the beginning, he would still feel a little fresh, and he would listen carefully to what the content of the voice was saying, but after a long time, Tang Hao felt a little tired.

For these races have nothing to say but to be grateful and admired.

"Huh?"

At this moment, Tang Hao's eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the houses that had been repaired in those tribes, and he was suddenly slightly stunned.

He suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have paid attention to the speed of time in the desolate world.

When you watch by yourself, time is normal, if you look out of sight, the time in the box will always speed up inexplicably.

Whether it was the collapse of Buzhou Mountain before, or the two fierce beasts later, less than two days had passed outside the box.

Those villains knelt down to worship themselves every day, but they could hear the sound of prayer in their ears after ten minutes, Tang Hao suddenly realized that maybe the speed of time in the box was many times faster than that outside the box.

A hint of happiness suddenly rose in my heart.

In fact, this is fine, after all, in the desolate world, it is often measured in 100,000 years and millions of years.

If time passes like the outside of the box, it is estimated that when the human race rises, his bones will turn to ashes!