Chapter 1 Warchief

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"No, Grandpa vomited blood again!"

"Look for Uncle Lihu!"

"What can I do, the holy fire is gone, and now my grandfather is gone too..."

Noisy.

"What's the matter?" A thin young man lying down slowly opened his eyes, "Where am I?"

The teenager looked up and down, left and right, and the optical fibers were dim, all black stones, and a bright light was not far away.

"Cave?" The boy sat up and immediately covered his back, "It hurts!"

"How did I fall here?" The young man propped up the bed with his hands and wanted to get out of the bed, but he suddenly lowered his head and glanced at him. He was covered with thatch, and next to the thatch was a furry hide.

"Animal skins?" The young man was surprised and carefully searched his memory, "There are such beast skins in Tibetan areas? Live in caves?"

Before he could react, two men in fur walked into the cave and saw the young man who had just woken up.

The two were stunned for a moment, and then looked surprised.

"Great, Mu Feng woke up!"

"Follow us to see Grandpa!"

Before the young man could see the appearance of the two, he "invited" the tow frame out of the hole.

"Who will you take me to see?" The boy wondered in his heart.

After leaving the cave, the light outside the cave made the young man's eyes congeal, and what caught his eye was the panicked crowd, who all rushed to one place.

These people are all fluffy hair, dressed in animal skins of various colors, their faces are dirty, and they can't see the exact appearance.

The young man was shocked: "What's the matter, how can there still be such primitive residents in the Tibetan area?"

Someone saw the boy being held by two people and exclaimed: "Look, Mu Feng is awake!"

The crowd automatically gave way, allowing the two to lead the teenager through and into a thatched hut.

The house was dimly lit again.

But the young man still saw how many people were standing in the house at this time, and a few people surrounded an old man who was sitting beside the wooden pier.

The old man's eyes were half-squinted, and even in the low light, he could see that his face was haggard, and there was still blood on his gray beard and hair.

The first time he saw the old man, the information of the old man involuntarily emerged in the young man's mind: Grandpa, unknown surname, chief of the tribe, who picked him up in the wild, treat him very well.

In addition to the information of the old man, the young man's mind was like a movie, and various pieces of information emerged: people leaning on crutches, three-footed soil platforms, and screaming around beasts...

The young man couldn't help but wonder, how could he have such a memory in his heart.

"Grandpa, Mu Feng is here!" Someone shouted.

The old man opened his eyes, looked at the young man, and said angrily, "Mufeng!"

The young man was still hesitating in his heart, but his body involuntarily rushed to the old man's side, and said sadly, "Grandpa!"

The old man stretched out his hand and patted his head weakly, but didn't speak. He raised his head slightly to look at the people around him: "Where's Lihu?"

Before he finished speaking, the light in the thatched hut dimmed, and one person bent down and came in, hurriedly shouting, "Grandpa, I'm here!"

A man like an iron tower walked up to the old man, knelt down on one knee, and reached out to hold the old man's other hand: "Grandpa, it's okay for you?"

old man shaking his head

, in a weak voice: "I don't have much time."

"Grandpa!" The voices of the surrounding people trembled in unison.

"Grandpa, your old man can't be in trouble. If something happens to you, what should we do!" Li Hu said excitedly.

The old man looked miserable, but with a hint of stubbornness, he shook his head: "I can't help it, but you still have to live!"

Lihu squeezed the old man's hand again, full of unwillingness, and wanted to say more.

The old man raised his eyes to signal, and Lihu immediately shut up.

He took a long breath, obviously wanting to explain what happened.

"After I die, Mu Feng will be the chief, you must respect him as you respect me!"

Everyone was shocked, but they nodded their heads in grief and indignation: "Yes!"

"The holy fire has been lost, and the only way to survive is to migrate eastward."

Lihu murmured: "Migrate eastward..."

But he gave the old man a heavy nod: "Yes!"

The old man then turned his attention to the shocked young man: "Woo Feng!"

The boy subconsciously responded, "Grandpa!"

It's just that his heart was extremely shocked. He remembered that he was a historian at Jiangxia University, and he accidentally fell into a black hole when he went to Tibet to investigate the ancient Kunlun ruins.

But after waking up, he was in the cave and appeared in the crowd surrounded by primitive costumes.

Obviously, he has passed through!

From one cave to another, he appeared on a young man named Mu Feng!

And the memories of the teenager flooded into his mind in an instant: the old man in front of him was the chief of the Jiang clan, who was seriously injured and dying.

The most terrible thing is that the "sacred flame" in the tribe was stolen!

Mu Feng thought that the old man was very kind to him, but he was not a relative but he was more like a relative. He felt sad for a while and couldn't help crying: "Grandpa, don't let anything happen to you!"

The old man let go of Lihu's hand, raised his hand and slowly wiped his tears: "Silly boy, you will be the chief of the tribe in the future, don't cry anymore!"

"Grandpa!" Mu Feng shouted sadly.

The other voices also shouted bitterly: "Grandpa!"

The old man shook his head gently, and put his hand on the boy's head: "Let me, this old man, do my last for this tribe, I will depend on you in the future!"

Before Mu Feng could react, his scalp tightened suddenly, he couldn't help closing his eyes, and a mysterious message poured into his mind.

The faces of the people around were all ready, and they all shouted: "Grandpa!"

One person looked at Lihu: "Leader!"

Lihu's face was even more miserable, but he shook his head firmly: "This is Grandpa's empowerment of Mufeng again, we will not break the inheritance of the chief!"

"But……"

Lihu exhaled heavily and shouted in a low voice, "No but!"

...

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Feng opened his eyes again, and found that the old man's face was pale, and the chest that had been bullied at this time gradually became less ups and downs.

Running out of oil and running out of lights - there's not much time left.

The faces of the people around were sad, but their eyes were full of hope, and they all looked at Mu Feng.

Lihu took the lead and knelt down on one knee, raised one hand to Mu Feng: "Chief!"

The rest of the people also knelt down on one knee, like a tiger: "Chief!"

Mu Feng was still very shocked in his heart. Just after he figured out what was going on, he became the chief of this primitive tribe, and he took over such a mess!

(End of this chapter)

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