In the prehistoric times, Buzhou was at the foot of the mountain.
Under the leadership of Chisei, the houses that were destroyed by the aftermath of the fight between the two ferocious beasts were quickly rebuilt.
Unlike those immortals who are aloof and do not eat the fireworks of the world, the human race is still just a mortal.
As a mortal, you have to eat, drink and have diarrhea.
Although many people died in the previous disasters, there are still hundreds of thousands of humans under Mount Buzhou.
The amount of food these people consume every day is almost astronomical.
The crops grown on cultivated land have extremely low yields due to the harsh environment, which cannot solve the problem of food scarcity at all.
In order to survive, the Zhisheng clan could only venture outside the tribe to hunt.
As the most powerful person in the entire tribe, Zhisheng became the leader of the tribe's hunting team without hesitation.
Every time before when he went hunting, Zhisheng would lead his tribe to kneel down and pray to Saint Wa.
But every time you hunt, at least hundreds of people will die!
Praying to Saint Wa has no effect.
But now, the human race has a new belief.
In the three huge human tribes at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, a group of mighty teams faced the first ray of sunshine in the morning and walked towards the outside of the tribes.
Outside those houses made of trees or stones, there were some women standing with children in their arms.
Looking at the team walking towards the outside of the tribe, these people were silently chanting God's blessing in their hearts.
The food in the tribe has been almost exhausted. The newly formed hunting team is preparing to go to the wilderness to hunt wild beasts and obtain food!
"Chief, why don't you ask God to give you food?"
"The tribe has just experienced a catastrophe and needs to recuperate."
At this time, Zhisheng was walking at the front of the team, his knife-like face full of perseverance. Behind him, there were ten strong men from Angzang.
One of the strong men was particularly conspicuous. He was wearing a short robe made of the fur of an unknown beast.
And behind it, there is a huge bow that is half the height of a man.
The thumb-thick bowstring proves that pulling this bow is probably not an easy task.
After looking at the old, weak, women and children in the tribe, the strong man suddenly became worried and said to Chisei.
It can almost be said that the tribesmen are risking their lives every time they hunt. Now that the tribe has just restored peace, the strong man does not want the remaining tribesmen to face death again.
The prehistoric wilderness was extremely dangerous, let alone a vast wilderness with a harsh environment.
Of the thousands of people who went hunting this time, it would be great if half of them came back.
Hundreds of thousands of people sounds like a lot, but excluding some old, weak, sick and disabled people, there are only a few tens of thousands of young and middle-aged people in the tribe.
"Dayi, are you afraid?"
Another man following Zhisheng looked at the strong man named Dayi and said in a low voice.
The man's upper body was naked, with countless scars crisscrossing it, and a strong savage aura emanating from his body.
"Chongchuan, what do you mean?" Dayi looked at the man with his sharp eyes, frowned slightly, and asked with some confusion.
"If we need to rely on God for even the most basic survival, what's the point of living as a human race?"
"If you are worried about the danger of going out this time, you stay in the tribe and I will accompany the leader out."
The man named Chongchuan's tone was very calm, and it was hard to tell whether it was pity or ridicule.
"You!" After hearing Chongchuan's words, Dayi's eyes narrowed, and just as he was about to retort, Zhisheng interrupted the two of them hoarsely.
"Okay, stop talking." Looking at the altar getting closer and closer in front of him, a trace of vicissitudes of life flashed in Zhisheng's eyes.
"Chief, that's not what I meant."
When Dayi was about to explain, Zhisheng waved his hand and turned around with a smile.
"Dayi, I know what you mean."
"Food may not be worth mentioning to God, but Shigekawa is right about one thing."
Looking back at the totem on the altar, the sun shone on Zhisheng's weather-beaten face, which showed the unyieldingness carved by the years.
"If a race cannot even solve the most basic problem of fullness, then how can this race be qualified to be protected by a being like God?"
Hearing this, Dayi fell silent.
In fact, what he just said was not because of fear.
Dayi's idea was very simple, he just wanted God to help them get through this period of weakness so that the innocent children in the tribe could grow up.
These people are the strongest and most solid support of the tribe today. Once something goes wrong, Dayi is worried that the remaining tribesmen will not survive.
"Before you go out, go and worship Lord God. Without him, our Great Wilderness human race would have long existed in name only."
Smiling at Dayi, Zhisheng pointed to the totem not far away.
The wilderness is chaotic, and the night is even more dangerous, with all kinds of beasts and poisonous insects emerging in endlessly.
Therefore, hunting teams often go out in the morning and return to the tribe before night falls.
And just when Zhisheng was leading his clan members to the altar, a misty gaze from outside the endless void once again fell at the foot of Mount Buzhou.
In the bedroom, Tang Hao sat cross-legged on the bed, holding snacks in one hand and a magnifying glass in the other to observe a corner in the box.
"Are you ready to go out?"
Looking at the hordes of villains at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Tang Hao swallowed a piece of beef jerky and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Apart from a few familiar stories, Tang Hao didn't know much about the human race in the prehistoric times.
At this time, seeing these little people seem to be going out to do something, I felt a little interested.
After putting down the snacks in his hand, Tang Hao picked up the magnifying glass and began to observe carefully.
Just like before, the human didn't open his mouth to him, and he couldn't just throw the food in directly.
Looking at the little figures in the box, Tang Hao suddenly thought that the Zhisheng family had offered the Saji map before, and after he agreed to accept it, the Saji map automatically appeared in the living room.
If I offer to give food to the human race, if the human race agrees, can the food enter the wild world?
Thinking of this, Tang Hao planned to wait until he saw what these little people in the box were going to do before trying it out.
"I have to kneel down in the morning, it's really not too troublesome."
Seeing those villains walking up to the altar and worshiping the totem again, Tang Hao shook his head, somewhat dumbfounded.
Ever since this group of humans took him as their faith, Tang Hao would hear sounds of prayer and gratitude in his ears almost every ten minutes.
At the beginning, he would still feel a little fresh, and he would listen carefully to what the voice was saying, but as time went by, Tang Hao felt a little tired.
Because these human races have nothing to say except gratitude and admiration.
"Um?"
At this moment, Tang Hao accidentally caught a glimpse of the repaired houses in those tribes and was suddenly startled.
He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have never paid attention to the speed of time in the ancient world.
When you are watching, time is normal. If you lose your sight, the time in the box will always speed up inexplicably.
Whether it was the collapse of Buzhou Mountain before or the two ferocious beasts later, less than two days had passed outside the box.
Those villains knelt down and worshiped him every day, but he could hear the prayers in his ears after ten minutes. Tang Hao suddenly realized that the flow of time in the box might be many times faster than outside the box.
A feeling of joy suddenly rose in my heart.
In fact, this is okay, after all, in the prehistoric world, units of one hundred thousand years and one million years are often used.
If time passes as it did outside the box, I guess all of my bones will be turned into ashes by the time the human race rises!
