who I am?

Su Cheng looked at the blue sky and had such thoughts in his mind.

The blue sky in his eyes was extremely pure, so pure that he felt strange, and so pure that he was surprised. In his impression, such a blue sky was never seen before. When he was a child, the pollution was not serious... Wait, pollution, what is pollution?

Oh, my head started to hurt again. I can’t think about it anymore, I can’t think about it anymore!

He grabbed the scalp full of oil, lifted up the long hair on his forehead, turned around and looked at the tribe members walking behind him all over the mountains.

After two years of migration, his tribe finally walked out of the crisis-ridden mountains and lakes. At this time, he stood on the hills, and there was an endless plain in front of him. He looked at the extreme point where the heaven and earth were in contact, without any ups and downs.

Like any variegated green blanket, waist-deep thatch sways towards the waves in the breeze. Countless birds, insects, and beasts were alarmed by the tribes that spread over them.

home!

"Woo!"

I don’t know how many years of quietness and order have been broken!

The old shaman stood by Su Cheng and blew the trumpet hanging around his waist excitedly. The trumpet was vast, heavy and long, carrying the years and sufferings experienced by the entire tribe, the responsibilities shouldered by Su Cheng, and the joy and yearning for the new home of millions of people, blowing all the way until it becomes the only echo in the world!

"Su, you succeeded!"

Amid the celebration of the tribe, the shaman smiled and said to Su Cheng.

"We succeeded, respected Wu Jiu!"

Su Cheng stroked his right hand with his chest, slightly with his predecessor, and answered respectfully.

"Su, you are a wise leader. You have a pair of sharp eyes like an eagle, and you can find the right way for the tribe! I am old, and the important task of leading the tribe forward in the future will be handed over to you!"

Su Cheng was overjoyed when he heard this, but he did not dare to show his joy. He knelt down respectfully, held up the corner of the shaman's clothes, and was about to express his "sincere" humility, but he heard the shaman say in an unquestionable tone: "This is your responsibility, and it is your mission!"

At night, all the tribesmen who walked out of the mountains and lakes gathered around a huge bonfire and witnessed the smooth handover of the tribe's supreme authority.

Two years later, the shaman named Wu Jiu took his last breath on the sickbed.

Su Cheng cremated him with his own hands and sprinkled his ashes on every inch of the tribe's land. Finally, he placed the last small skull in a stone cauldron. Then, standing on the altar where the stone cauldron was placed, he told all the tribes that the wise, powerful and kind Wu Jiu did not leave, but stayed here forever, and stayed in this land where the tribe reproductive and prosperous. Death is not the end, forgetting is the beginning of destruction and disaster.

In the future, every tribe who has made outstanding contributions to the tribe will enjoy the offerings of the tribe from generation to generation, become the spirit of the tribe, always protect the tribe, and always live with blood relatives and descendants.

Thirty years!

After thirty years, Su Cheng's tribe has reproduced and survived on this plain, fishing, hunting, grazing and farming.

The fertile land, without natural enemies, no dangerous environment, rich production, and a rich and stable life, make people's population expand rapidly.

Su Cheng is old, as strong as a mountain, as thick as a hunch, and as sharp as an eagle, as turbid as a drowsy, the time to sleep is greater than that of awakening, and his energy is insufficient. For the prosperity and continuation of the tribe, he called the shaman Shi to his body and asked about the way to live.

“…become a spirit!”

This is Wu Shi’s last answer.

Su Cheng is indifferent!

No one knows better than him what the so-called spirit is.

This is a tool, a tool that unites tribesmen closely.

Over the past thirty years, the skulls of more than a dozen tribe members have been put into the stone cauldron. In front of others, Su CD showed that he became a spirit of the dozen people who made outstanding contributions to the tribe, and believed that he had established the tribe's sacrifice, order, etiquette and inheritance, and personally brought the tribe into a period of great prosperity and prosperity.

The spirit that protects the tribe's tribe forever?

Even if it is a lie, the faith of tens of thousands of people in thirty years is enough to become the truth.

The problem is that the so-called spirit has never given back even the faintest message from the tribe members.

Now it seems that this lie will become his final belonging. Su Cheng smiled bitterly in his heart and waved his hand to let Wu Shi retreat.

No one can escape death!

There is no luck in my heart.

Two years later, Su Cheng was on his dying day.

He lay on the bed, feeling his vitality passing through every breath of breath, and accidentally recovered his mind, and began to recall the life he had lived, as well as the great achievements he had left to lead his tribe to fight against the sky and fight against the earth.

I really want to continue watching!

pity……

"No matter when or under what circumstances, we cannot forget the inheritance of the tribe!"

Su Cheng said to his heirs like this.

"Great, wise Su, we need you, your wisdom, and your guidance!"

The heir was kneeling in front of the bed crying.

Behind him, the tribe's essence gathered together and shouted: "Stay behind, the great wise man, the powerful patriarch, and the kind father!"

Outdoors, tens of thousands of tribes stayed at each other day and night. Su Cheng woke up and fell asleep. Every word Su Cheng said, even every painful moan... touched their hearts.

The mountains that shelter from wind and rain are about to collapse, and the lighthouse that always guides the direction is about to be extinguished. What to do in the future? Everyone is sad, afraid, and confused.

"I am with you forever..." Su Cheng began to cough, "Death is not the end. I will become a spirit, watch you, and always protect you."

The beginning of a lie will eventually be based on this lie.

In the crowd, Wu Shi smiled with relief.

Two days later, Su Cheng died.

Great fear and sadness came.

Tens of thousands of tribes cried bitterly, and the final ceremony came to the end in an extremely hot and sincere atmosphere.

Su Cheng's body was engulfed by the raging fire. Around the flames, the reluctance of tens of thousands of people, retention and belief, were gathered, and the imprint of life that should have disappeared by the assimilation of heaven and earth.

Everyone felt it. In the ashes, the tribe members found a small piece of skull that was slightly exhausted!

"Su!"

"Su!"

“…”

The shouts of the tribe members became extremely far away. Su Cheng woke up and found that he was still in the stone cauldron. He was in a huge cave. The cold crystal ball was still under him, so he felt at ease, satisfied, and glad.

Looking back on the "dream" I just experienced, a question emerged again.
Chapter completed!