"Which tribe are you from?"

"You've never seen that tribe ever before!"

Shaokang's novel leather armor made the old man in yellow temporarily relieve his melancholy mood.

Seeing that the old man in yellow robe kept staring at the leather armor he was wearing, Shaokang became proud again, raised his chest high and said proudly:

"I am from the Fangfeng tribe, and my father is the leader of the Fangfeng clan!"

After walking around, he found that the old man had a very famous reputation in various tribes. As long as the elderly tribesmen of each tribe, they knew the old man, and many of them were very respectful to the old man.

As long as he knew that he was the son of the leader of the Fangfeng clan, his attitude towards him would immediately be very different, and he became much more enthusiastic and attached much importance to him.

After one or two times, he learned how to introduce himself. When introducing himself, he would always say, "My father is the leader of the Fengfeng clan."

Sure enough, the expression of the old man in the yellow robe immediately changed.

"You Fengfang not only can you weave a windbreaker cloth, but also make such leather armor?"

"Is Fangfeng so powerful now? Has the leader of Fangfeng clan found a way to truly communicate with the gods and obtained the skills of the gods?"

In the past, he had communicated with the leader of the Fangfeng clan, and he was always confused about the will of the gods he obtained every time he sacrificed, and was very distressed.

They once suspected that the gods could not communicate.

However, some witches always swear that they have obtained the will of the God.

For example, the great witch can receive the will of the gods every time she sacrifices, and it is very clear and clear.

It’s okay once or twice, but I can get it every time, and I haven’t failed once. Could it be that the great witch is the favorite of the gods?

This time, the god said that your tribe has paid less rice and the god is unhappy.

Next time, the god said, the god likes the silk that your tribe has woven and needs to be dedicated to the god.

Could it be that the gods also eat rice and wear silk cloth woven by mortals?

They are all witches and sacrifices in the same devout manner, but why are the results different?

For this reason, the head of the Fangfeng clan once vowed to find a way to truly communicate with the gods.

Now seeing the appearance of Fangfeng, the same thing, something he had never seen before, forced him to think so.

Shaokang's eyes turned and he echoed:

"Yes, yes, my father has found a way to communicate with the gods."

Qing means that the gods descend to earth. Isn’t the communication between the patriarch and Qing a communication with the gods?

It is not wrong to say that the patriarch has found a way to communicate with the gods.

Although Qing, a god who descended to earth, did not look like a god.

Maybe this is the way the gods who have descended to earth are. After all, no one has ever seen a gods who have descended to earth.

The old man who led the way was immediately excited and said loudly:

"You actually believe it... There is no way to communicate with gods, and there is no will of gods? They are all fake, they are all lie!"

"Why can the great witch accept the will of the gods every time?"

"Is it because he is more pious than us?"

"Is it because of his dance, singing better than us, and singing better?"

"Is it because the sacrifices he uses are more popular with gods than us?"

"No!"

"Look, under the will of the God..."

"Why are the other tribes always harmed, and the ones who enjoy the benefits are always the big witch tribes?"

"Why do other tribes often go hungry, while the great witch tribes always have endless food?"

"Why are there fewer tribes in other tribes, while there are more and more tribes in the tribes in the Great Witch?"

"Under the will of the gods..."

"Why do other tribesmen always need to work hard, but the great witch can only use their mouths and not work?"

"Why are the other tribesmen as thin as reed poles, but the great witch can become fatter and fatter like the wild boar in autumn?"

"It's because..."

"There is no will of the gods at all. All the will of the gods... are the will of the great witch!"

Shaokang looked at the old man in surprise. This old man is also a witch. Why... it is even more exaggerated than the old man's idea!

Aren't you afraid of blaspheming the gods?

The old man in China was not surprised, but he did not respond, and he was just silent.

He had heard the old man say this many times, but he was unwilling to believe it.

He was reluctant to admit in his heart that the will of the gods was false...but, the fact seemed to be like this.

The crisis facing the tribe has finally shattered his fantasy about the gods still exist, and the last trace of piety in his heart towards the gods... disappeared.

"You can move, migrate to the Fangfeng clan! We are all familiar with the leader of the Fangfeng clan, and he will not let those who follow him suffer."

"If you don't migrate, the disaster of the Canfeng clan will never stop!"

"There was a fire in the warehouse where the rice was stored. I don't think it was a disaster caused by heaven!"

Shaokang blurted out: "What the great witch did?"

The two old men looked at each other silently without refuting or agreeing.

Shaokang said again: "Isn't the death of the leader of the Canfeng clan also done by the great witch?"

Ahn told him that her father died strangely.

The two old men remained silent and finally sighed at the same time.

The tribe of the Great Wizard is too powerful. All the other tribes of the Wangmang Kingdom combined are not as powerful as the tribe of the Great Wizard.

The tribe of the Canfeng clan with about 300 people is already the second most powerful tribe in the Wang Mang Kingdom.

Shaokang immediately gritted his teeth and cursed angrily. He made up his mind to never let the great witch go!

The leader of the Canfeng clan is Ahn's father.

This hatred is huge!

There are no disasters, these are... man-made disasters!

"Migrate!"

The old man in yellow robe said with difficulty.

...

The old man in yellow robe stood on the dirt platform and looked at everything around him silently.

Since the ancestor of the Canfeng clan settled in this place, the Canfeng clan has lived in this place for countless hundred years.

The members of the Canfeng clan have forgotten from their core what migration is.

Now that he is leaving this home where he has lived for hundreds of years, his heart instantly becomes empty.

There is something very important, invisible and indescribable, that was separated from his heart and left him.

He reached out to grab it, but his hand reached out to grab it in vain, and there was nothing in his weak hand.

He looked at everything nostalgically.

On the platform, the children were still playing happily.

After the migration, can the children still play like this? Is there any platform like this for the children to play with carefree things?

At the edge of the river, women used jars to get water as usual.

After the migration, will there be such a river channel for the tribe members to fetch water? Will this river channel still flow the same way without the tribe members to fetch water?

The mulberry trees around are still tall in the autumn wind.

After the migration, the trees will still be full of green leaves in the next year, right? However, the people who pick mulberry trees are no longer members of their tribe.

The ancestors underground are still watching the tribe.

After migration, can the ancestors who are lying underground in that distant place still receive the offerings of their descendants?

...

He slowly closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!