I have a cave of evil

The protracted war finally came to an end. No one thought that the tribal alliance headed by the Warcry tribe would be completely defeated by a barbaric tribe rising from a remote area.

"what!"

Zhu Yao screamed loudly, opened his eyes suddenly, his face was as pale as paper, his heart was beating non-stop, the sound was like a drum, covering up the rest of the world.

He was gasping for breath, his forehead was densely covered with beads of sweat, and the memories of mountains of corpses and seas of blood kept replaying in his mind, which was deeply impressive and extremely clear.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hands, the breeze blowing away the heat from his body made him feel much better.

Looking at the immature hands, Zhu Yao showed a strange smile, which seemed to be joyful and tragic, mixed together, and looked very awkward.

A week ago, he was a teacher of culture in a vocational technical school, the kind who drank alone at night, and the world changed when he woke up.

He turned into a 13-year-old boy, tied to a broken wooden stake, with wild and cruel laughter and extremely tragic wailing in his ears.

There are a lot of people tied up like him. At a glance, there are at least twenty of them, all of whom look like teenagers and girls. Their bodies are engraved with strange runes, crying helplessly. to the side captives.

They are the party of the defeated tribe, and they are about to become the sacrifices of the victorious tribe to sacrifice their totems.

The wooden stakes stand around a large pit with a diameter of 20 meters, with an interval of one meter, and a girl is interspersed between the two boys.

There is a simple execution platform between the wooden posts. The victor drags the defeated tribe, smashes the skull with a stone hammer and axe, and then kicks the corpse off.

The pit was very deep, with several totem poles of different sizes standing crookedly, and the corpses with broken skulls fell into a hill, filling half of the pit, and the stench was abnormal.

Several priests with shaved eyebrows, wearing cloaks made of human skin, and shrunken human heads hanging around their waists shouted in weird tones, swayed their hips, and danced mysteriously and madly.

Blood and sacrifice!

Inexplicably, strange knowledge popped out of his mind.

Zhu Yao immediately realized that it was the original body's memory.

Wars between tribes must be based on overthrowing each other's totem poles.The totem pole is the spiritual core of the tribe and the source of power. Only the tribe with the totem can be recognized by others and live in peace.

The final outcome of the war is to sacrifice the opponent's totem to the totem of one's own tribe to strengthen the power of one's own totem.

In this world, totems are real.

They are either powerful and ferocious beasts, or plants and stones with strange abilities, or the sun, moon, stars, earth, water, fire, and wind.

All things have spirits, as long as they have power, they can become totems.

The totem bestows power on the tribe and protects the tribe. The tribe believes in the totem and offers sacrifices.

At that time, Zhu Yao and other teenagers and girls were living sacrifices to the totem.

They are all apprentice priests in the tribe, their spirituality is much higher than that of ordinary people, and they are also contaminated with the breath of other totems, making them the best living sacrifices.

"Living sacrifices are the tastiest, so they are usually placed last."

The original master, the only priest in the tribe once said so.

Therefore, Zhu Yao, who was tied to a wooden stake, witnessed the skulls of the living people being smashed, and also witnessed that with the order of the priest, the cracked skulls turned into beheaded heads, and the bright red blood flowed down the neck. Great arteries gushed out and sprinkled the pit.

The priest was to fill the pit with blood.

Thousands of people died tragically in front of Zhu Yao, and all the apprentice priests tied to the wooden stakes were frightened crazy. Zhu Yao also felt that a string in his brain was broken, and his soul seemed to sink into endless darkness .

He's crazy, but not completely crazy.

At least from the outside, Zhu Yao is still a normal person.

perhaps……

When Zhu Yao came to his senses from the nightmare, a strong man walked over quickly after hearing the sound.The strong man's face was covered with tattoos, with a serious face, two thick long beards drooping down the corners of his mouth, and two small spikes hanging from them.Gray beast fur is worn on the body, barely covering the bulging muscles, holding a black stone stick one person tall, and a short obsidian blade hanging on the waist, walking like a dragon and a tiger, full of evil spirits.

"Agudu, are you having nightmares again?"

The strong man asked loudly.

Agudu, which means "intelligent brain", is the name given by the only priest in the tribe.

Ordinary families have no way to let the priests name them. They use common objects in life as their children's names, such as "horse whistle", "whip", "stone stick", "spear" and so on.

Zhu Yao rubbed his face and squeezed out a smile: "Uncle Santa, you know, this is the first time I saw such a horrible sacrificial scene, there were tens of thousands of heads crushed in front of me, filled with blood Big pit..."

If it were any new socialist youth who grew up under the red flag, he would be in no better condition than himself!

He had never killed a fish before, how could he stand such a bloody scene.

Santa's face softened, and his expression was gloomy. He reached out and patted Zhu Yao's shoulder, and sighed, "It's all over, we're still alive, aren't we?"

Zhu Yao raised his eyes and found that Santa's firm back was a little bent, and his firm eyes revealed deep fatigue.

Santa is the strongest warrior in the original tribe. When the tribal alliance was defeated, he was lost in the long battlefield.

When they met again, he led a remnant army to raid the sacrificial ground in an attempt to retake the tribe's totem pole, but it was too late.

The original tribe's totem chicken thief was very good. As early as when the tribal alliance was about to be defeated, he ran away and swallowed the souls of the tribe's priest and several priest apprentices, turning them into idiots.

Santa didn't know this, and wanted to fish out the totem pole from the blood pool filled with blood.

It was Zhu Yao who stopped him and told him the truth.

During the days of escaping, Santa was in charge of the fleeing team, but the harsh and unfamiliar environment and the lack of food and water made the strongest warrior in the tribe exhausted and powerless.

He's good at fighting, not good at managing.

"Someone died." Santa said lightly, "You said that if someone died, I would come to you."

Zhu Yao nodded, "The Great Python God has abandoned us. Now we urgently need a new totem, so as to stabilize people's hearts and give people hope of living."

The setting sun is like blood, and the faint golden light sprinkles on the clouds, turning into a fascinating orange red. Under the sun, the shadows of the fleeing team are slender and slanted, like black boulders, dragging people's speed.

Zhu Yao glanced around, feeling that the sunset glow was red and dazzling, just like the blood that filled the deep pit that day, exuding a pungent stench, a feeling of nausea went straight to his heart, and the feeling of vomiting hit his throat, making his face a little paler point.

He took a few deep breaths, suppressed the feeling of nausea, and instead of looking at the sunset that he loved before, he carefully looked at the fugitives passing by, and read numbness and lifelessness from his eyes.

Like a group of walking dead!

Without the protection of the totem, they do not believe that they will have a bright future.

Zhu Yao said slowly: "The external environment cannot be changed, so stimulate their desire to survive. Totems are the spiritual sustenance of the tribe. Once they have a totem, they will have the hope of living."

Santa asked in surprise: "You got in touch with the new totem?"

With the shelter of the totem, they are no longer rootless duckweeds. As long as they find a place suitable for survival, they can quickly form a new tribe.

Zhu Yao lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly into Santa's eyes, and said, "Yes! A totem in charge of corpses, a... new god."