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She hugged Ye Qing and cried loudly.

Mother's love made her ignore the attitude of the patriarch, ignore the strangeness of Qing's resurrection from death, and ignore...

everything!

In her eyes, Qing, no matter whether it changes or not, no matter how it changes, it will always be...

Her son!

Tears like rain fell on Ye Qing's face and mouth, hot and salty.

Ye Qing was a little embarrassed and tried hard to get out of the woman's arms.

For an adult who has been in a modern metropolis for many years, this kind of defenseless, pure embrace is extremely strange.

In my memory, that was, a long time ago...

He had long forgotten that feeling.

A strange feeling appeared in his heart, inexplicably warmth.

At this time, the patriarch came to his senses and two thoughts fought fiercely in his heart.

In theory, the thing about resurrection from the dead is strange and inexplicable. As the patriarch and the tribe's security plan, we should eliminate heresy to eliminate future troubles.

But emotionally, as a grandfather, he couldn't be cruel no matter how...

That is my six-year-old grandson!

The conflict between reason and emotion made it difficult for him to make a decision. A woman's behavior eliminated some of his fears. He calmed down and asked Ye Qing:

"Why are you the only one who has not seen the return?"

Ye Qing made a brain teaser, and his first impression of a matter is the most important.

Be preconceived!

From Qing’s memory, we can roughly understand that in this era, people’s cognition and imagination are still lacking.

Give them a strange, fantasy, beyond imagination, and in line with their worldview. The key is an answer that is favorable to the current situation!

Shock them, let them imagine according to the topics they gave, and let them give up thinking independently!

That is...

Bring a festival to make up!

For a salted fish who has read countless online articles, this is good!

So he opened his mouth and said:

"After falling into the water, I walked across the Huangquan Road, came to the Wangchuan River, stepped onto the Naihe Bridge, and stepped onto the Wangxiangtai..."

"Finally, come to the palace of King Yama..."

"King Yama opened the life and death book before the case, and was shocked and said that I had a deep blessing and lived a hundred years old. I should not die prematurely. Why did I come here early..."

"Immediately, it is said that people often pretend to die. After death, they will be buried for three days before they are buried. Now it is only one day. The body is still there, and it should be fine if it is returned to the sun..."

"I also said that I will be the king of humans in the future, so I asked me to support him more... So I invited me to a banquet. At the banquet, there were dragon livers, phoenix marrow, fine wine, and delicious food..."

"In the end, King Yama personally sent me back... So, I returned to the world of life."

When he was making up, he tried hard to control his eyes, not wandering or turning around, and looked straight at the old man.

The patriarch was stunned.

The huge amount of information impacted his cognition, the roads and rivers, and he could barely understand it, but... the Hall of Yama, the Book of Life and Death, the Naihe Bridge, the Wangxiangtai...

What are these?

Allah doesn't understand!

Fake death? Can a person be buried three days after death?

Why don’t Allah know!

He did not suspect that Ye Qing was talking nonsense, but just thought he was shallow and ignorant.

A rigorous and complete system of the dead, a concrete and magnificent description of the scene, and the functions of various unknown things, are not really seen. How can a six-year-old child who has never left the tribe?

His reason was shaken, and his feelings prevailed. The concept of "fake death" fabricated by Ye Qing gave him a reason to convince himself.

He looked around and wanted to seek some advice:

The tribe members all looked confused.

Can't count on it!

The son beside him was full of anxiety and was ready to move.

Forget it stupid!

The woman was hugging Qing tightly and cried bitterly.

For women in emotions, forget it!

Look at Ye Qing, who has clear and bright eyes and innocent expressions...

That is his grandson, his bloodline!

He looked up at the sky, with the scorching sun, the wind was gone, and the heat steam on the ground was blurred, distorting his vision.

He made a decision...as his grandfather's identity, he made a decision.

Emotion overcomes reason!

He walked forward, twisted the black pottery jar, turned around and walked to the edge of the pit, and fell down violently.

Bang!

The black pottery jar fell into pieces in the pit.

Immediately, he turned to face his tribe members and held up the scepter.

The panicked primitive man calmed down and waited for the patriarch's verdict.
Chapter completed!