Great Creator

Shuzi turned his head in a daze. He just glanced to the side inadvertently. Did he see someone familiar on a roof?

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

The tree looked at the roof again.

Under the setting sun, the roof was already empty.

Did you read it wrong? Shuzi thought with some regret, and staggered away with a cane.

His back seemed to be a few years older.

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

There were so many people around Xiaohua, so many that Shuzi was even slightly envious.

Because what those people revealed was their sincere admiration.

Those people who usually surround me have only hypocritical expressions.

He knew that when he left, Xiao Hua was watching him from behind, but he couldn't turn his head.

There is no turning back, he admits that he has changed, time can change too many people, no one can not be changed in 40 years.

He is old, so he has compromised on many things and looked away.

How can a person suffer through time?

That's why he felt that Xiao Hua was scary.

A man who won't change his mind for 40 years...

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A year later, the territory of the human race gradually became unstable everywhere, and there was a possibility of rebellion at any time, but Shuzi was no longer able to counter the rebellion, because he was no longer able to protect himself.

All Shuzi can do is to intimidate with the divine bow in his hand to ensure the safety of his family.

Excessively decayed body and spirit are no longer enough for him to continue to seek power.

Shuzi gave up most of his power, but only retained the false title of patriarch.

After another half a year, Shuzi's life came to an end.

He was lying on the bed surrounded by many people.

There are his wife, his many sons and daughters, his relatives, his subordinates, and a few friends who don't know whether they are true or false.

Seeing the countless faces going back and forth in front of his eyes, Shuzi couldn't help thinking sadly: How many people are there who sincerely 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 remains the same as in the past. After all, it is a divine creation and has not been worn out by the years at all.

As soon as this legendary weapon that established the entire human race was taken out, there were several gasps at the scene.

Many eyes stared at Shenbow, or greedy, or eager, or longing, or curious.

There is no one who can continue to watch the tree when the divine bow appears.

Shuzi smiled coldly in his heart.

"Takako, come here! Take it!"

Shuzi said forcefully.

Although Yingzi had conflicts with his father because of his mother before, but now, he is overjoyed when he hears that he can inherit the divine bow.

You must know that the Divine Bow is not just a weapon, it is also a symbol of the authority of the human race.

It can be said that whoever gets the divine bow will be the next patriarch for sure.

At this time, there was a voice next to him:

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

The person who spoke was an extremely tall and strong man. He was in his 30s, much younger and stronger than Takako, and he was Shuko's fifth son.

Although Yingzi usually looks indifferent to fame and wealth, but in front of the artifact, he will not back down, and immediately quarreled with his fifth younger brother.

Shuzi lay on the bed gasping for breath. It was so painful. Every inch of his body was like a saw, torturing him over and over again.

Several times, he almost fainted from the pain.

He knew that he was going to die. Today, as soon as his consciousness recovered a little, he quickly called everyone over to explain the funeral.

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

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

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

But what good is that!

Divine bow, position, children, all of these, can they save him when he is dying!

Haha, it's so boring, Shuzi thought to himself looking at those people staring at the bow.

You will end up like me one day.

No matter what you fought for before you were alive, you couldn't escape in the end...disease, aging, death...

Shuzi thought blankly again, in fact, there should be one person who won't be taken away by the divine bow.

It's just this person... Shuzi looked out from the gap in the crowd again, and he didn't come today either.

In Shuzi's long life, he has met many tribesmen. But, to be honest, none of them could compare to Xiao Hua.

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

Unable to understand, unacceptable, but Shuzi felt a little envious of Xiaohua.

That's great, if I can be like her... For a belief, I will not waver, I will not shrink back, I will not change, and I will go forward, then I will be a very happy life...

Shuzi fantasized, smiling, and quietly closed her eyes.

And his sons had been arguing for a long time about the divine bow, until finally, someone next to him screamed, and then they realized that Shuzi had passed away.

After the tree died, the human race was in chaos.

The Shengong changed hands several times, and finally fell into the hands of Shuzi's fourth son, Luanzi.

It's a pity that although Luanzi has military power, he has little prestige, and he has cunning but no great plan.

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

Shuzi is the old patriarch, he brought down the world, the shadow of the famous tree, during his tenure, he still had a lot of prestige, no one dared to rebel easily.

Once the tree died, those people would be unscrupulous.

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

In the south of the center, entrenched on Fangshan Mountain, is the tribe where Luanzi is the head of the tribe. Because they have the magic bow, they are habitually called the Shengong tribe.

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

There are also two smaller tribes, one is the Burning Mountain tribe in the north, and the other is the Giant Stone tribe in the south along the coast.

The tribes are hostile to each other, each staring at each other.

The world of the human race has since fallen into war.

And Xiaohua ran around in the chaos of war, preaching the belief of the great ancestor god.

In the midst of war, many people's lives are at stake, and it is easier for them to pin their hopes on illusory things.

Therefore, the devout disciples of the great ancestors have become more and more.

Fifteen years later, when Xiao Hua was 84 years old, her life also came to an end.

This is already a unique longevity among the human race.

She was lying in the temple. This building called the Central Temple was built by countless believers at the junction of the three tribes of Shenbow, Huanghe and Jushi, one brick at a time, despite the danger of war. of.

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

In the hall of the temple, there is a bed, and Xiao Hua is lying on the bed.

Surrounded by many wizards and believers.

Xiao Hua became the most admired existence of all of them.

Those people looked at her with sad expressions, as if it was their relatives who were about to die.

As she was dying, Xiaohua thought of Shuzi.

"Will he blame me? Before he died, I was helping the wounded by the war on the Sishui River, so I couldn't take care of him."

"No matter what, we will meet soon, because I will go to the great ancestor god after I die."

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

In the belief of the human race, although there is no concept of the soul, they still exist after death by default, and they will go to the great ancestor god.

Where the great ancestor god is, it is the heaven, a place that is much better than the human world.

There was no war, no famine, no pain and sorrow.

Xiaohua felt that her life was about to disappear, but her heart was surprisingly peaceful.

Because she knew that she was going to where she belonged.

There, besides the Great Ancestor God, there must be a greater existence.

And her whole life was dedicated to this great existence.

She deserved it in this life.

For the last time, Xiao Hua tremblingly raised her skinny arms, facing the sky.

"God, please don't leave me!"

She shouted the words with all the strength in her body.

The great witch of the human race passed away.

Beside her, the crying gradually became louder, and soon became continuous.