Soon, the tribe heard a chorus of children.

The beautiful melody makes the horn dwarf.

Gradually, the sound of the trumpet disappeared.

The tribe members all listened to the chorus of children intoxicatedly.

The tender and innocent childish voice makes people forget all the fatigue and worries.

The melody turned and the children sang it over and over again.

There is very little entertainment in this era. Except for nighttime ****, there are few activities to let the tribe members entertain.

Singing is a simple and convenient entertainment activity, and is not affected by external material conditions.

Just sing, just open your mouth!

Gradually, all the tribe members joined the chorus.

The voices of the elderly, children, men and women, two hundred people intersected, spreading from the tribe and spreading to the wilderness.

The patriarch was excited again.

Little boy, rob me of my job again!

He rushed over:

"What kind of song is this? What kind of sacrificial chants?"

He is a dedicated witch, and he thinks of his job as soon as possible in everything.

Ye Qing frequently robbed his work, and he was very relieved, but a little sad.

He was relieved, and he was relieved that there were successors!

Ye Qing is smart and capable, and the inheritance of the witch is handed over to Ye Qing.

He is sad, and his youth is no longer sad!

He is old, and the shadows of the previous generation of witches and patriarchs often appear in front of him. Perhaps soon, he will go to see them.

Looking at the patriarch, Ye Qing was in a complicated mood.

The patriarch has gray hair, an old face, and his teeth are scattered, and he looks like he is in a twilight age.

In fact, his age is only... forty-two years old!

Ye Qing said slowly:
Chapter completed!