through primitive society

Chapter 961 A Half-Good, Half-Bad Beginning (4)
The persuaded Zhe Mahu watched his father leave with the damned woman in his arms, and saw the survivors... also followed Tie Muqian to leave.

And beside him, there are only a dozen or so men who have the best relationship with him and have long seen that Tie Mu owes him to doing lawless things.

Headed by He Ang, they said: "Go to the women's cave first to see if they can rescue a few women. The children are also inside. I don't know if they can survive."

"You guys go to the women's cave. Let's move down to this cave to have a look." Zhe Ma calmed down and arranged for the remaining clansmen.

The Luogeng tribe, whose hearts have been scattered for a long time, cannot stand the test. This tribe that runs rampant in the Cangshan Mountains was invisibly divided into two in this earthquake.

One is headed by Tiemuqian, and the other is headed by Zhema.

The members of the Yamo tribe are about to leave the territory to go to La Dawula Mountain because it is approaching, and more tribesmen are outside to distribute the things they want to take away to each tribe.

The women are drying the animal skins on the grass and are ready to take them away.

Most of the people staying in the cave are old people, and some young men are resting in the cave. The children basically run with the women, and almost none of them are left in the cave.

Before the disaster came, many tribesmen ran towards the cave one after another. The Yamo tribe, which could have reduced the death of the tribe, still died sadly.

Yang Luo's whole body was trembling slightly. He arranged for the surviving clansmen to quickly remove the rocks that crushed the cave, and generally arranged for the men to take all their things with them. As long as the clansmen in the cave were rescued, they set off and left immediately.

Gods, is this Gods warning them to leave quickly and go to Wizard Yue quickly?
There are only a few pieces of bamboo in the animal skin bag, and I just need to take out a little more... When they are about to leave, why didn't the disaster happen later!
After a long time, Yang Luo, who was sitting on the lawn, received a reply from the clansmen, "The old people's cave collapsed badly. We shouted for a long time but no old man responded. Yang Luo, the old people inside are probably all dead."

Yang Luo has calmed down, he has been thinking about why such a disaster happened.Suddenly, she thought of what Sang Sai had brought back to Wizard Moon, she said that she should be prepared for the death of her clansmen.

Because it is the elderly, women, children.

He was just about to leave, the old man had already died a lot, wasn't it just what Wizard Yue said?Could it be that the gods deliberately caused the disaster to help the Yamo tribe find a new territory as soon as possible?
Of course he knew that the old people were too old to leave the territory. He thought about it for a long time after hearing what Wizard Yue said... and decided to bring the old people with him.

I thought about it last night!As a result, disaster came today.It was definitely the gods who told him to tell all the people of the Yamo tribe that old people should not take them with them!
He rubbed his face and said to the man: "Stop digging, look at the other caves, and shout while digging, if someone inside answers, save them, if there is no answer... just forget it if there is no answer."

Yang Luo couldn't explain why the ground moved. Only when he attributed the reason to the gods and thought of his own beliefs could he think clearly about what would cause the ground to move.

The man was silent for a while, and said in a humming voice: "Don't be sad, Yang Luo, this is the gods telling us that the territory is no longer as stable as before, it's time to set off to find the wizard month, and follow her to find a new territory gone."

Yes, even the clansmen could think of it, so the leader around him would naturally think of it too.

Jaw tightened, Yang Luo loosened his clenched fists... "Help me open your hands, I can't move anymore." Yang Luo smiled wryly, and couldn't even let go of his own fists. Are you reminding him that he is also Getting old?
The man tried his best to break off the big leader's fingers one by one, and when he opened his palm, he realized that Yang Luo's palm was full of blood and flesh.

"Leave me alone, go and find other clansmen." Yang Luo, whose arm muscles were stiff, couldn't control the flexibility of his arms. Under the worried eyes of the clansmen, Yang Luo pressed his elbows on the dry grass and rubbed hard up.

Only in this way of self-harm can the arm recover.

The man left with gloomy eyes, he had to find San Sai, he was the only one in the whole tribe who could comfort the great leader Yang Luo.I just don't know if he's still alive.

More than half of the people of the Yamo tribe died in this disaster. More people wanted to run back to the cave. Bloody.

The women drying the animal skins reacted slowly and ran slowly. Only a few survived miraculously except for being injured. Only two women who took care of the sick elderly in the cave died.

When it got dark, all the clansmen nestled in the open space used to dry the animal skins, and they found that the grass was the safest.The raging fire was burning, and the flames danced like monsters, illuminating the faces of every clansman who was full of sadness.

The same is true for the Muba tribe. Liguna leaned on her man, one of her feet was injured by a stone, and she couldn't stand up anymore.

This is a broken bone and needs to be healed by a witch doctor.

"Light up all the dry firewood and send them away." Liguna's eyes were as thick as black ink with sorrow. Her Muba tribe... just died like this.

He didn't die in a fierce fight with foreign tribes, he didn't die in the fight to protect the territory and the people of the tribe, but he died in the disaster that came down from the gods.

There were tears in the eyes of every clansman, and they cried till dark and their voices became hoarse.

The men held the torches and silently lit the dry wood, on which were piled up dead clansmen...and some clansmen who were not even physically complete.

The fires strung together like snakes, and the fire lit up most of the grassland, and low-pitched cries rang out in the grassland, even the wind felt their sadness, and blew along with the low-pitched cries.

The fire burned for a long time, and there were too many dead clansmen. They kept piling up dry firewood all night, and kept putting the bloody clansman on top of the dry firewood to burn them clean.

It was not until dawn that the fire in the Muba tribe stopped.

The ground seemed to be still moving. Liguna took the clay pot handed by the woman, raised her head and drank the first sip of water since the disaster, and said hoarsely with a dry voice: "Arrange the injured clansmen, I'm going to The Cangcuo tribe invited the wizard Yue to come over."

"...I'm afraid the Wizard Moon tribe is just like us."

"The land and the mountains can move. The Cangcuo tribe is close to us, so they should be the same as us. In the past, we asked the wizard Yue to come over, but she couldn't come."

Liguna was stunned, yes, she was so frightened that she didn't even think about it.

(End of this chapter)