Cai Gen shamelessly sat on the sofa.

Sitting right between the black toad and the lone song.

He hugged Black Toad's shoulders familiarly.

The face of a black toad is called black.

I hid several times but still didn't get away.

There was Du Ming watching, but he couldn't do anything. He secretly felt lucky and his stomach began to bulge.

Cai Gen put the cigarette into Black Toad's mouth and lit it with both hands.

"Brother Hei, I am Cai Gen, the heir to the God of Bitterness.

You know."

The black toad just blew out the smoke.

"have no idea!"

This is because I don’t want to have a good chat.

Cai Gen smoked another cigarette and lit it again.

"Oh, you don't know me, don't you know the God of Pain?

If you know Du Ming, you are definitely not an outsider.

We really don’t need it.”

The black toad was indeed unfaithful and blew out the smoke again.

"Is necessary."

Cai Gen was a little emotional. He didn't think highly of himself at all.

He turned to look at Du Ming, wanting her to give some hints.

What is the origin of this black toad?

Why don't you meet?

Of course Du Ming understands Cai Gen's thoughts.

I didn't know where to take out a small clay pot.

Hold it in your hand and admire it.

The pottery pot is very rough and bears traces of time.

The edges of the mouth are chipped.

Especially the paintings on the pots are a bit blurry.

But if you look carefully, you can still see what is painted on it.

A snake-like creature is entwined with a toad.

The toad bit the snake's seven inches, and the snake bit the toad's back.

Although it is a simple drawing, it is still vivid and shows the brutality of the battle at that time.

If you look carefully, there are small dots of the Big Dipper behind the toad.

Cai Gen was suddenly struck by lightning and immediately understood the identity of the black toad.

To be precise, I don’t know the detailed identity, but my origin is clear.

This is the pattern on the pottery pots unearthed from the Chahai site.

A snake most likely sings alone.

A toad is the black toad pretending to be a calf in front of me.

Seven or eight thousand years ago, people could be painted on clay pots as totems.
Chapter completed!