After a thousand years of sinking, the monument is on the verge of collapse, but the bottom of the sea is gradually visible, it is a universe, wrapped in bubbles, a strange fish is swallowing into the stomach, and then spitting out, indescribably weird.

In these countless universes, the giant monument sensed a universe that seemed to have a little connection. Pulled by the mysterious power in the dark, the giant monument fell towards the bubble universe.

A flash of light flashed, and the monument melted into the bubble universe.

In 2050, a month of meteorite rain fell on Earth, smashing many buildings. It is also strange that many people have become stronger, the vegetation is more lush, and the air they breathe is fresher.

The rest is still the same, the United States can sanction whoever it wants, the Middle East is still a mess, of course, China is still as stable and peaceful as ever, and the European continent is still surrounded by quilt sports, but there is no big mess, at most grab some living expenses, a few apples or something.

On the African continent, in the primeval forests of Canzania, a group of primitive tribes of African indigenous people surrounded a boulder, danced the antimony tower dance, and the sacrifice on the stone shook their heads like ecstasy.

After the god dance, a strong African buffalo was brought over,

Several tribal warriors wore straw skirts and spears, and danced a marching dance.

The priest took the horned knife in his hand and stabbed it into the neck of the buffalo, and the blood flowed outward, leaving it in a basin made of wood on the ground, and scooping up a bowl with a wooden bowl, and each of the tribal warriors took a sip.

Then they shouted and went to fight the other tribes.

The remaining ox blood was sacrificed and poured on the boulder. There was a little red light flashing on the boulder, and all the tribes, young and old, thought that the gods had appeared, bowed and worshipped, and offered more ox blood.

A day later, the warriors of the tribe returned, and a dozen of the fifty men who had gone out before the departure had returned, and many of them were wounded.

Ahsan, a tribal warrior, told the sacrificial chieftain that he had died, killed by a fire-breathing stick, and apparently the megalith god had not sheltered them.

The sacrifice said that he was blasphemous and wanted to use his blood to appease the wrath of the gods, and Ahsan was tied up with rattan by several tribal warriors, cut the trachea and threw it on the boulder, and the blood flowed down the boulder, and Ahsan gradually fell into darkness.

In the middle of the night, when the tribesmen were asleep, a man in black dressed in camouflage came out of the woods, and the tribal warriors by a bonfire had just noticed the abnormality, and they were killed by an arrow through the heart. The men in black made a gesture, and one after another the men in black came out of the darkness, entered the grass huts, killed adult males one by one, and grabbed a young woman and child.

Towards the end of the massacre, several large transport planes flew in to carry the women and children of the tribe.

Then the men in black gathered the bodies on the side of the boulder, poured gasoline on them, and set the bodies and houses on fire, and no one would have known that a terrible massacre had taken place here.

Seeing the raging fire ignite, the captain of the man in black made a gesture, and the people in black quietly disappeared into the night, everything was so well-trained, and there was no mud and water at all.

Ahsan's body was still on top of the boulder, the only one in black forgot to burn, and in the second half of the night, the heavy rain poured down, the thunder roared, the lightning pierced the sky and fell on the boulder, the boulder flashed a burst of red light, Ahsan's cut wound healed, and the white eyes gradually became bright.

"Where is this, who am I, Ahsan, Wang Qiang. Ahsan sat on the boulder, his face questioning, and the rain washed away his body without realizing it.