Danshui.

Danshui irrigates the area hundreds of miles away. Where there is water, there must be civilization. This saying does not apply near Danshui.

This area is hilly, with many mountains and forests, and is full of smog.

Although it is close to water, developing this place and connecting it to the outside world will require a huge price, so no force is willing to develop this place.

As a result, this place became a place where savages slashed and burned.

They say they are savages, but they are actually civilized.

Danshui Yang, referred to as Danyang.

This place is backed by mountains and forests, with water in front, making it a natural site.

In a flat open space by the water, there is a group of wooden houses, two feet above the ground, with thatched roofs.

This is a very classic wooden house with stilts. The house is off the ground, the roof is high in the middle, and there are slopes with flowing water on both sides.

The upper floor is occupied by people, while the lower floor is supported by wooden piles and the space above the ground is used for grazing animals or stacking debris.

At this time, in front of the largest wooden house, the lights were brightly lit, and dozens of "savages" wearing sackcloth, with broken hair and tattoos were holding torches.

In front of everyone is a five-foot-tall octagonal altar made of loess.

On the altar were offered wild fruits, wine brewed from wild fruits, and a large fish half as tall as a man.

The pottery pot contains mugwort, and the green smoke from burning mugwort floats into the distance.

There were eight warriors in heavy armor standing around the altar.

Two people were standing in front of the steps of the jar.

A young and handsome man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with disheveled hair and bare feet, with red paint on his face.

This is Zhang Qi, the direct son of the Zhang family and the leader of this savage tribe.

The other one has gray hair, wearing a feather coat made of colorful feathers, his face is also painted with oil paint, and he is holding a leather drum-shaped instrument in his hand.

"Witch, it's your turn." Zhang Qi turned to the old man and said.

This is one of the few witches among the savages who knows the etiquette of sacrifice.

Of course, this guy has no supernatural powers, so he probably doesn’t know whether he has attracted gods or ghosts.

At least the sound is loud enough for the gods to hear.

The priest beat the drum and sang ancient songs.

Dark sky, array of stars.

The rustling leaves of the old forest are like ghosts beating the beat; the white waves of the alchemy water are bursting, like dragons tumbling; the green mist is filled, and ghosts are coming.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Qi sighed inwardly.

To ponder the difficulties in life, I am afraid only the gods can know about them.

Four years ago, he was still a low-level horse-breeding boy. Four years later, he can be regarded as the leader of a party. Maybe if he tells it, the nobles will laugh out loud. Can savages be considered human beings?

But here, despite the difficult conditions, Zhang Qi felt the dignity of being a human being.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qi's eyes became sore. He didn't know whether it was because of the mugwort smoke or because he was feeling sad. He almost shed tears.

If only my sister were here.

The evil gods and villains took her life away, and Zhang Qi couldn't sleep day and night, wanting to rush out and kill her enemy immediately.

"The righteous gods of heaven and earth... It would be great if there were all gods like gods in the world."

Zhang Qi sighed.

Not eating blood (referring to humans), but only receiving offerings, is simply rare in the world.

He is willing to serve the true God forever and ever.

"Woooooooooo..."

Suddenly, there was a storm and a roar came from the woods.

Wow!

A huge figure broke the tree trunk and jumped out.

Everyone took a closer look and saw that it was a big black bear.

This black bear is about two meters tall. Its jet-black hair is like iron bars. Its paws are as big as cattail fans. With one slap, trees that could be hugged by a person were cut off.

"All at once!"

Zhang Qi said in a weird dialect.

This is the dialect of the savages. It took him two years to learn it. At the same time, he also taught some people to use the Jingguo Mandarin.

The savages opened their bows and shot arrows.

When the arrows fell, they were all bounced away by the black fur on the black bear's body. This move not only failed to hurt the black bear, but actually angered the beast.

"Roar!"

The black bear became angry and ran upright towards the altar, making a roaring sound with every step.

The savages were shocked by this momentum.

They have never seen such a fierce and powerful beast in their whole life of hunting.

"Come here!"

Zhang Qi drew out his long sword and ordered eight protective warriors to guard him in front of the altar.

The savages behind him were infected and took out their spears and chisels.

The group of people sat and waited for the black bear to come.

"Great witch! Keep singing!" (Wu Jin is referred to as witch)

Zhang Qi didn't look back and said to the somewhat frightened wizard on the five-foot altar.

(Great witch is a title, a monk can also be a witch, and a mortal can also be a witch)

"Okay."

The great witch calmed down and continued singing songs.

"Let Zhu Rongxi go first and Zhaomingxi open the door..."

This time it’s not a weird syllable, but a ballad praising our ancestor Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong is regarded as their ancestor by the savages.

The Yin Shang Dynasty believed in God and was called king during his lifetime and emperor after his death. God is both heaven and the previous king.

The tribes with the surname Ji in the West worship their ancestors and separate humans and gods.

The tribes in the south are different. They worship fire, ghosts and gods, and believe in the communication between heaven and man, so they have many beliefs.

Listening to the witch's incantation, everyone calmed down.

The black bear was getting closer and closer. Zhang Qi was shocked when he saw the black bear's green eyes.

"This...is this a spirit?"

This black bear is almost turning into a spirit, no wonder it is so powerful.

The black bear is getting closer.

Thirty feet, twenty feet, ten feet...

The roar is so deafening that you can even smell the fishy smell in the black bear's mouth.

Under the leadership of Zhang Qi, none of the savages flinched, their eyes were firm and their blood was boiling.

In the past four years, in order to have a safe station, they have been exposed to frost, cut through thorns, and encountered numerous difficulties, but they have overcome them safely.

This time, there is no exception.

Because God bless you.

Click...

Countless thorns sprouted from the ground, entangled in the black bear's feet, and the wooden thorns pierced into the black bear's flesh.

Thumping...

The huge black bear fell to the ground.

A tree man who is nine feet tall and two heads taller than a black bear appears.

The tree man stepped on the struggling black bear with one foot. Despite its immense strength, it was still unable to move. The legs formed by tree roots kept wrapping around the black bear.

Tang Ping stretched out his right hand, and Zhang Qi threw the long knife.

The roots trapped the long knife.

Pfft!
To be continued...