The raging fire ignited, and the tongue of flames swallowed the bottom of the pot.

A big black pot is more than two meters in diameter.

A big black bear weighs more than one ton, and it has not emerged from the black pot.

...

The man was squeezing his bone knife, picking his flesh, cutting his flesh, and scraping his bones cleanly.

The big bones were put away, and they were to be preserved as weapons.

The small bones carry meat and throw them into the big black pot.

The boiling water rolled away and the bear meat was full of fragrance in a moment.

~

People are all people, the elderly, women, and children, all dancing around the scoundrel, and more and more people join.

There are many people, but they are not messy, and they dance with extremely simple rhythms.

No one is, no matter how old or young, it seems to be born with men, women, and young. A man roars, a woman should be happy.

The dance steps were neatly and the roar was loud. Big drums stood on all sides of the black pot, and there was a man standing in front of each drum, Uncle Yong, his father, and two strong men, whom Wang Shouyi didn't know.

The four of them handed a look, and the sound of drums was as if war was coming, and the sound of horse hooves was very urgent.

...

The men opened their voices and sang loudly.

roar……

The night is here

A beast comes out

roar……

Zhongerlang

Knife and gun

Hey...youhe...youhe...youhehe...youhehe...(woman)

Night swallowed my hometown, ah...

Blood burned the battlefield, ha...

Built in blood

Meat City Wall

kill……

Swords and guns

Red body

kill……

Hey...youhe...youhe...youhehe...youhehe...(woman)

Light illuminates the darkness, ah...

Fire drove away the beast, ha...

Warriors Blood

Red like fire

Burning the whole hometown

Lead us to win

Hey...youhe...youhe...youhehe...youhehe...(woman)

Warriors Blood

Red like fire

Burning the whole hometown

Lead us to win

Hey...youhe...youhe...youhehe...youhehe...(woman)

This song is tragic and sad...

The song, the blood, burning...

This song is the song of passionate blood that the tribe welcomes the warriors back.

~

Wang Shouyi listened to it and saw the intense feelings of countless ancestors fighting wild beasts, fighting the sky, the earth and fighting fierce beasts.

The struggles of ancestors from generation to generation have allowed the tribe to grow and have a foothold in this vast jungle. This struggle is full of sweat and wisdom, and it is also the instinct in the blood, struggle and protection, killing and inheritance.

Wang Shouyi saw the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and saw the raging fire of survival.

Remaining limbs are everywhere, and broken guns are standing...

Countless warriors buried in Qingshan

Every inch of land is the flesh and blood of the ancestors.

There is no grave in the green mountains, and the warriors are silent...

Heroes without names and monuments

Like yellow mud thousands of years later

Who knows those unknown warriors...

I, Wang Shouyi, may have to do one thing.

Story of a monument

Heroes Monument

Make history

Write a history of heroes

The passionate and blood are stirring, and the dance steps are firm.

The drums are heroic and the singing is exciting.

The drums kept ringing, and the singing stopped.

The tribe members did not seem to have the intention to stop.

The singing lost its voice, the roar broke its throat, and finally... only sighs remained.

...

An old man stood up, climbed onto the stone platform, and raised the bone staff in his hand...

The whole audience was silent immediately.

The old man was tall and had awesome eyes. His gray beard swayed as the old man murmured.

Then he knelt down and everyone followed him, and knelt all over the ground.

Wang Shouyi couldn't hear the old man's murmurs clearly, and it seemed that he was worshiping the heavens and comforting his ancestors.

After a long time, the old man stood up and everyone also got up.

The old man said, "Start."

Wang Shouyi saw that everyone was lined up and pushed the bear hunters into the front. Wang Shouyi was picked up by his father Wang Zhongren and was also in the front.

The old man walked down and stood in front of Wang Shouyi.

The old man was taken back and was holding it in the old man's hand. The old man raised his bone staff and the other with his teeth, and put it on his head three times, then handed him to Wang Shouyi.

Wang Shouyi knew that this was a ceremony, so he solemnly extended his hands to take it, and he didn't understand anything else. He imitated the old man to raise his teeth above his head three times.

Wang Zhongren was shocked, but did not make a sound.

The old man reached out and touched Wang Shouyi's head, and Wang Shouyi opened his eyes wide and looked at him.

Suddenly, Wang Shouyi felt a heat flow coming down from his head, his whole body feeling warm.

Internal power, Qigong, or something else

Magical power.

Mysterious heat flow.

Seeing the old man's movement, Wang Zhongren moved his lips: "Old Huo..."

"Zhongren, you didn't want to do it at the beginning, but Ah Da is good in physique and has insight, so don't refuse. After being five years old, send it to the top of the mountain." Mr. Huo interrupted Wang Zhongren and said something, as if his father had some relationship with Mr. Huo.
To be continued...