Ye Qing woke up.

The eyes were pitch black.

There were faint crying and chanting in my ears.

The feeling of touching the body is hard and cold.

I was like a baby in the fetus, curled up with my knees and sat in a narrow space, feeling stuffy and uncomfortable.

Aren't you dead?

"Bang!"

He slowly raised his head, knocked something down, and fell to the ground.

In an instant, the hot and dazzling sunlight shot into his eyes. Ye Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, and after getting used to it, he opened it again and turned around and looked around.

What is this... what's going on?

This is a low hillside surrounded by a group of people, each decorated with animal teeth and feathers.

Beast teeth? Feathers?

primitive?

These primitive people were silent, with expressions on their faces dull and dull. If someone hadn't blinked, Ye Qing thought they were a group of wax figures.

In the middle, there is an old man in "dressing".

The old man wore a gorgeous feather crown, a linen robe, and a scepter, covered with feathers, hairs, bones, stones and other decorations. It was messy, rough, but strange and mysterious.

He stood by a pit, singing intently, his chanting was hoarse, low, desolate, inexplicable melody, mysterious and ancient.

Ye Qing was confused.

Tribe? Sacrifice?

These two words popped up in his mind.

His eyes fell on the pit on the ground. The pit was newly dug, and fresh soil was piled up beside it. The pit was very small and had a diameter of less than one meter.

pit?

Are you going to bury something?

Ye Qing was startled and looked down suddenly, only then he realized that he was sitting in a black pottery jar.

A strong sense of ominousness suddenly came in his heart!

Subconsciously, Ye Qing stood up suddenly, raised his foot and stepped out of the black pottery jar.

He thought about it all over and over and felt a little scared.

This jar...is not a coffin!

This is... to be buried alive!

Hey, it’s not right! It’s not that I’m buried alive, I’m already dead.

This is...my own funeral! It's not right, it's a funeral of "Qing"...

As he stepped out of the pottery jar, a memory came into his mind. He instantly understood the cause and effect, but his mind was a little confused!

That was the memory of a primitive tribal child.

The child was six years old and named Qing, drowned; the tribe, Fangfeng, was located west of Leize.

I have traveled through time and become a six-year-old child from the primitive tribe?

Lei Ze? Fengfeng?

These two words are a bit familiar...

"Shun cultivated Lishan and fished Leize."

Where is Lei Ze?

Taihu?

"In the past, Yu sent all the gods to the mountain of Kuaiji. After the Fangfeng clan arrived, Yu killed them and killed them, and his joints were special car."

To put it bluntly, the Fangfeng clan was a country during the Dayu period. Because he was late for a meeting, he was massacred by Dayu and his body was displayed in public.

hiss!

Ye Qing's neck chilled. He had just died once, so he didn't want to die again!

However, this is a long-term contemplation, and you can let go; the immediate worries are imminent, and it is related to life and death. How can you overcome it?

In full view of everyone, he was resurrected from the dead...

This is a monster!

Burned to death? Or...buried alive?

There are barbaric primitive people around!

Ye Qing's movement finally alarmed the primitive people who were immersed in the ceremony, causing them to scream and scream.

The primitive people who were close to each other retreated one after another, and their originally dull expressions became extremely scared.

The primitive man's commotion interrupted the old man's ceremony. He frowned, turned around, and scolded dissatisfiedly:

"When worshiping, it is noisy and disrespectful, the gods will bring disaster!"

"Qing, sacrifice, is to pray for blessings to the gods, why did you run out of the jar..."

When he said this, he felt something was wrong. He suddenly opened his black mouth wide, opened his turbid eyes wide, and swallowed what he wanted to say below.

Qing was dead, and he was holding his body in the urn coffin. Now, he was standing alive in front of him again!

Resurrection from the dead?

Evil possession?

The old man's mind was filled with endless doubts and inexplicable fear.

Looking at the primitive man around him shouting in fear, Ye Qing thought quickly, and even blue veins appeared on his temples.

Must save yourself!

How can these primitive people believe that they are "fake death" and are still "green", rather than monsters?

After thinking about it, I can only start with family affection and stabilize these primitive people.

As a six-year-old child, the only way he can take seems to be...

Acting cute!

Old men pretending to be young - teeth?

Ye Qing's face turned red, but life and death were at stake, and she didn't care about shame.

Fortunately, the memory information transmitted comes with a language pack, but there is no language barrier.

So he began to pretend to be cute with his thick old face, followed the memory of "green", and shouted to the old man:

"Yaya! Alla is back!"

He pretended to be a good grandson, with innocent expressions, tender voice, soft and big eyes and red face, which made people feel extremely pity.

His relaxed and natural tone, such an extremely strange thing as a return from the dead, was as if it was normal to go out and play.

The old man is Qing’s grandfather, the leader of the Fangfeng tribe, and also a witch.

Hearing Ye Qing's call, his body shook, and his eyes changed from confusion to struggle.

efficient!

Ye Qing felt relieved, looked at a man again and shouted:

"Daidai! Ala is wrong, Ala will never mess around again!"

"Qing" drowned and died because he did not listen to adults and was playing in the water.

For children who make mistakes, the best and fastest way to get forgiven by adults is to admit their mistakes and make guarantees.

The man was Qing's father. When he heard Ye Qing's shouting, he was extremely excited. Seeing that attitude, he was about to rush over.

However, he looked at the old man and suppressed his impulse, but the anxious expression on his face could not be concealed no matter what.

Ye Qing looked at a woman again, the person who was most impressed in "Qing"'s memory.

She is Qing's mother.

"Mm...Mom! Allah, so... miss you!"

The kid's ultimate skill against mothers...

behave in a spoiled manner!

When Ye Qing was so coquettish that he could speak his words, he felt goosebumps all over his body and couldn't help but have a cold war.

The woman who had been crying all the time, heard Ye Qing's shouting, immediately rushed over without hesitation, and hugged Ye Qing tightly in her arms.
To be continued...