So I went to Douluo.

Chapter 1390 Fire

The girl's voice interrupted the conversation between the uncle and nephew at this time.

“The baby is awake, you guys helped!
"Monster, he didn't come over. Did you help him?"

Her tone was sometimes certain and sometimes doubtful.

Then he pointed to the bright bonfire.

"You still have warm things. Only adults have them."

Then he looked at the uncle and nephew expectantly.

"You are the 'Jiujizhu' that 'Mumu' and 'Papa' are talking about! The 'Jiujizhu' who can defeat monsters!"

Tang Wulin looked bewildered.

Tang Liu looked at the girl and said with a faint smile: "No. We are just adults from somewhere else."

The girl frowned, as if she was thinking hard.

"But, but the monster is there, and the adults are running away."

Tang Liu didn't give any more detailed answers, but just smiled and said, "We are just adults."

The girl looked confused.

Tang Wulin finally couldn't help asking, "Uncle, why does she talk like that?"

Tang Liu glanced at him and said, "Because no one taught her."

Tang Wulin was stunned: "Huh?"

Tang Liu looked at the group of children again: "There are too few of them. As soon as they are born, they have to face the constant pursuit of monsters.

"The adults had to keep running with them, and there was very little time to stop and rest.

“Occasionally, there are monsters that chase us again.

"Under such high tension, they had no time to educate the newborn, and even tried their best to keep the child as quiet as possible to avoid being heard by the monster.

“Therefore, children’s learning of “language” can mostly only be acquired through communication and imitation with adults.

“But adults would die in one escape after another, and children who didn’t have time to learn and grow up would grow up day by day, and new babies would be born at the same time.

There are fewer and fewer adults who can speak the language, and there are more and more adults who have never learned the language and can only rely on imitation, and then they are also becoming fewer and fewer.

"In the end, the 'language' they could understand and express became increasingly scarce, and one generation after another imitated it poorly.

“Eventually they lose most of the language abilities that we consider normal, and communicate with each other in a way that they can understand, which can be called a completely new way of communication.

"Until the day when the language is completely lost, or everyone dies and no new life is born."

“Wulin, they have almost returned to their original state, and all they can do is survive.

"The inheritance is gradually lost, and civilization is gradually cut off from generation to generation.

"This is the worst consequence of not being able to defeat the apocalypse."

Tang Wulin felt heavy-hearted again.

But the girl probably understood it, at least roughly.

She gave a sullen look: “I speak well.”

She pointed to the other kids and said, "They can't."

After hearing what she said, Tang Wulin felt even worse.

At this time, a slightly older child came forward.

He looked at the campfire and then at Tang Liu.

Pointing at the dancing flame, he gestured and said, "Warmth, how can it be there?"

Tang Liu looked at him and was silent for a moment.

Then he said, "Fire."

The children looked very confused.

Yet, in the flickering flames, there was a kind of throbbing that could shake people's hearts.

Tang Liu continued: "'Warmth' is fire."

The children opened their mouths and tried to imitate his lip movements.

“Huh, wow…”

"fire."

"fire--"

"Correct."

Tang Liu smiled and nodded, then stretched out his hand and wrote a big word "fire" on the soft sand.

"Fire. This is fire."

The children leaned forward and looked at the word "fire" in the sand.

His eyes were full of curiosity, and he couldn't look away, without even blinking.

As if to engrave that word deeply into my mind.

The children looked up one by one and looked at Tang Liu with surprise.

The girl's voice stumbled: "You can write?!"

Tang Liu just looked at them and smiled: "Do you want to try it?" Then he slowly wrote another word "fire" on the ground, stroke by stroke.

The children immediately lay down on the soft sand and clumsily imitated his movements, writing one crooked "fire" after another.

Looking at the excitement on their faces, Tang Liu smiled gently.

“Now, you can also “write”.”

The children looked at him and their faces were full of smiles.

The word “fire—” kept coming out of their mouths.

Even though the sand was already full of the "fire" they had written, they still enjoyed it.

Sticking your butt out, write more "fire" on the ground.

Tang Wulin's eyes swept across the densely packed "fire" characters on the ground again and again.

They gathered around the big, neatly-written character "火" (fire) by Tang Liu.

Although it is crooked and jumbled, it has no aesthetic appeal at all.

But it was like a work of art handed down from generation to generation, shocking him to the deepest part of his soul.

A small word "fire", a small bonfire.

No matter which one, it is insignificant in these last days.

But the small campfire illuminated a small patch of darkness.

And those countless "fire" characters.

But it seems to illuminate the dying civilization again.

Because of civilization.

Born from "fire".

Also inherited from "fire"!
Tang Liu looked at the group of happy children and the shocked children next to them.

The flickering flames of the bonfire were reflected in his pupils, adding a bit of warmth to those dark eyes.

He curled his lips and smiled inconspicuously.

Perhaps the end of the world will bring about the destruction of everything.

But as long as there are people alive, there are people who remember.

The spark of civilization has always existed.

The inheritance continues.

However, since then, all that remained of the human race were these confused and ignorant children.

It can be said that the civilization of the previous generation has come to an end.

From now on, everything depends on these children as the "new humans".

Wherever they go in the future, the new civilization will go.

So, next thing to do.

It means creating a civilization with your own hands.

……

Tang Liu, Tang Wulin, and the group of children walked in the wind and sand for three days.

Then, green mountains and forests were seen in the distance.

That is where they are heading.

The children's eyes sparkled as they pointed at the green in the distance and shouted, "Mountain!"

One after another, they raised their hands and drew the word "mountain" in the air in front of them.

Every night for three days, Tang Liu would teach them some simple words and pronunciations.

At the same time, Tang Wulin, at Tang Liu's suggestion, would tell fairy tales to the children every night.

Even though they didn't understand a lot of the content, they still listened with great interest and fell asleep by the campfire with the story.

"Little Red, Little Green, Little Grass, Little Cloud..."

Tang Wulin held up the golden dragon spear and called out the children's nicknames one by one.

——Similarly, within these three days, let these nameless children give themselves nicknames using their favorite characters.

The children raised their hands one by one to answer.

Tang Wulin finally shouted, "Go to the mountains and forests over there, at full speed!"

Children: "Qian Jin!"

The first thing you need to do if you want to develop civilization.

That naturally requires a livable place.

Can’t live without water.

Tang Liu walked at the end with his hands behind his back, watching Tang Wulin leading a group of children running in front.

A smile appeared on his lips.

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