Shuzi turned around in a daze. He just glanced at the side inadvertently. Did he see some familiar person on the roof?

That sense of familiarity was so long that he completely forgot where he had seen it.

Shuzi looked at the roof of the room again.

Under the sunset, the roof was already empty.

Did you read it wrong? Shuzi thought with regret, and walked away with a little staggeringly.

His back seemed to have grown a few years older.

Shuzi was walking on the road, recalling the little flower he saw just now.

There are many people around the little flower, so many that Shuzi even feels a little envious.

Because what those people reveal is sincere admiration.

The people who usually surround me have only hypocritical expressions.

He knew that when he left, Xiaohua looked at him from behind, but he couldn't look back.

Everything can no longer be turned back. He admits that he has changed. Time can change too many people, and no one can be unchanged in 40 years.

He is old, so he compromises with many things and is also open-minded.

How can one suffer time alone?

That's why he felt that Xiaohua was terrible.

A person who will not change his mind for 40 years...

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A year later, the human territory gradually became unstable everywhere and could rebel at any time. Shuzi was no longer able to go to suppress the rebellion because he could no longer protect himself.

All Shuzi can do is to use the magic bow in his hand to intimidate him to ensure the safety of his family.

The excessively decaying body and spirit are no longer enough to make him continue to be eager for power.

Shuzi gave up most of the power, but left a clan leader's title.

Half a year later, Shuzi's life came to an end.

He lay on the bed, surrounded by many people.

There were his wife, his numerous sons and daughters, his relatives, his subordinates, and a few friends who were not sure whether they were true or false.

Shuzi looked at countless faces back and forth before his eyes, and couldn't help but think sadly: How many people can there be in this place who really hope that he will continue to live?

He groped and slowly took out the divine bow from behind him.

The appearance of the Divine Bow is the same as in the past. After all, it is a creature created by God and has not been worn out by time at all.

As soon as this legendary weapon that laid the foundation for the entire human race was taken out, several breathing sounds sounded at the scene.

Many eyes stared at the Divine Bow, either greedy, longing, longing, or curious.

There is no longer anyone who can continue to look at the tree when the divine bow appears.

Shuzi smiled coldly in her heart.

"Eagle, come here! Come and take it!"

Shuzi said with all his might.

Although Yingzi had a conflict with her father because of her mother's affairs, now she was overjoyed to hear that she could inherit the Divine Bow.

You know, the divine bow is not just a weapon, it is also a symbol of human authority.

It can be said that whoever gets the magic bow will be the next patriarch who is sure of the rules.

At this moment, a voice next to him said:

"Father, I don't accept it! The divine bow should be used by me!"

The person who spoke was a very tall and strong man. He was in his 30s, much younger than Eagle and much stronger. He was Shuzi's fifth son.

Although Yingzi usually looks indifferent to fame and fortune, he will not retreat when he is in front of the artifact and immediately starts to argue with his fifth brother.

Shuzi was lying on the bed with a big breath. It hurts so much. Every inch of his body was torturing him repeatedly like a tug of war.

Several times, he almost fainted from the pain.

He knew he was about to lose his life. Today, his consciousness had just recovered a little, so he quickly called everyone over and explained his funeral.

Shuzi looked at the few people swaying in front of him.

They were almost dead, and there were still people fighting in front of him.

He worked hard all his life, earning a world for the entire human race and making a huge fortune for his own family.

But what's the use of this?

Can the Divine Bow, Power, Children, All of this be saved when he is about to die?

Haha, it's so boring, Shuzi looked at the people staring at the Divine Bow and thought to himself.

One day you will end up like me.

No matter what you have fought for in your lifetime, you will never be able to escape...disease, aging, death...

Shuzi thought blankly again, in fact, there should be someone who will not be taken away by the divine bow.

But this person... Shuzi looked out from the gap in the crowd again and didn't come today.

During Shuzi's long life, he has seen many tribe members. But, to be honest, no one among them can compare with Xiaohua.

When he was dying, facing his heart, Shuzi had to admit that Xiaohua did have a stronger heart than him.

Unable to understand and accept it, but Shuzi developed a hint of envy of the little flower.

It's so good. If I could be like her... for a belief, I would not be shaken, I would not retreat, and I would not change and move forward, then it would be a very happy life...

Shuzi fantasized, with a smile, and quietly closed her eyes.

His sons argued for the Divine Bow for a long time, until at the end, someone next to him screamed, and then they realized that Shuzi had passed away.

After Shuzi died, the human race became in chaos.

The divine bow changed hands several times, and finally fell into the hands of Luanzi, the fourth son of Shuzi.

Unfortunately, although Luanzi has force, he has no prestige and is cunning but has no major plans.

He gathered a group of followers around him, but the human race is vast and there are already wars everywhere.

Shuzi is the old patriarch, and he defeated the world. He is famous and the shadow of Shu. During his tenure, he still has prestige and no one dares to rebel easily.

Once Shuzi died, those people became unscrupulous.

Three years later, the human race finally completely split into four tribes.

It is south of the center and entrenched on the square mountain. It is a tribe where Luanzi serves as the patriarch. Because it has a divine bow, it is habitually called the divine bow tribe.

Another slightly larger tribe occupies a vast area from the Great Wilderness to the Sishui River, and is called the Desert River Tribe.

There are two other tribes that are smaller, one is the Fenshan tribe in the north and the other is the Giant Rock tribe in the south along the coast.

The tribes are hostile to each other and are eyeing each other.

The world of human race has since fallen into war.

The little flower was running in the war, promoting the faith of the ancestors and gods.

During the war, many people's lives are in danger, and they are more likely to pin their hopes on illusory things.

Therefore, the devout believers of the ancestors and great gods became more.

Fifteen years have passed, and when Xiaohua was 84 years old, her life has come to an end.

This is a unique longevity among the human race.

She lay in the temple. This building, called the Central Temple, was built by countless believers in the danger of war, brick by brick, tiles, at the junction of the three tribes of the god bow, the deserted river and the huge rocks.

In this way, many believers have a refuge in their hearts. They come from different tribes and worship their ancestors and gods here.

In the hall of the temple, there was a bed, and Xiaohua was lying on the bed.

There are many wizards and believers around me.

Xiaohua became the existence they all admired the most.

Those people looked at her with a sad look, as if the one who was about to die was their relatives.

On his dying day, Xiaohua remembered Shuzi.

"Will he blame me? Before he died, I was helping the injured in war in the Sishui River, but I couldn't take care of him."

"No matter what, we are about to meet, because I will go to the great gods of ancestors after I die."

"I hope he can forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye."

In the beliefs of the human race, although there is no concept of soul, they assume that humans still exist after death and will go to the great gods of ancestors.

The great gods of ancestors are in heaven and a place much better than the human world.
To be continued...