He put down a large piece of fish, came to the side, and carried a stone to press it on Qing's body.

Soon, a small pile of stones was added to the Qing's corpse.

“This is useless…”

His mouth said: "The ferocious beasts have extremely sharp noses, and this little stone cannot stop them..."

Mang didn't speak, but mechanized the work at hand.

Huhu...

He gasped, after all, he was only thirteen years old, the youngest among the warriors in the tribe.

Mang moved up another pebbles as big as an ostrich egg, and suddenly became stunned and looked at the bottom of the big stone: "What is this?"

He picked up a stone piece, which was all green and the size of a baby's fist.

And on the surface of the stone flakes, there are strange patterns.

"It looks pretty...it's probably the jewelry left by a soldier."

He glanced at it and shook his head.

Mang didn't care either, so he stuffed the stone talisman into his arms and the group returned to the tribe.

His tribe is located in a valley, with its main residences being leather tents and thatched conical roofs.

"Here I'm back!"

When the group returned, the primitive man on the watchtower immediately shouted excitedly.

A group of strong-bodied women, Kong Wu, greeted them, saw the fish in their hands and the fish bones on their backs, and a hint of joy appeared on their faces.

"Qing... is dead."

Shang spoke, his voice was low.

"The gods want to take away everyone's souls, there is nothing we can do about it..."

A grandmother, who looked in her forties, spoke: "Warriors...you go and rest, let's cook fish."

Primitive people took life and death very lightly, and even regarded burial in the wilderness as a natural cycle.

But Mang was still a little puzzled when he saw all this.

He returned to his cottage, fell asleep on the hay.

Without noticed that the stone talisman in his arms was flashing with a slight light.

...

"Hmm? I...where am I?"

Mang woke up and found himself in a gray space.

On the throne ahead, a beautiful woman with different postures and thin and fat swallows retreated and a figure appeared.

The air was filled with incense, and the long table was filled with all kinds of delicacies he had never seen before. Just smelling the smell made his mouth uncontrollably secrete saliva.

Bang!

Fang Xing snapped his fingers, and everything in the space disappeared, leaving only the palace supported by stone steps and stone pillars.

He sat on the throne and looked at the young man in the leather clothes below.

"Who are you? God?"

Mang looked at the god above and felt a terrible oppression, which was even more terrifying than the most powerful beast he had ever seen!

He felt that the other party should be the image of a god who was passed down from the tribe and was high in the sky: "Where is the green hero?"

"God? I'm not..."

Fang Xing smiled, but when he saw the boy for the first time, he knew everything about him: "When is this year? Has the outside world developed to this level?"
Chapter completed!