My Twenty-four Heavens

　　 "This kind of human race is the human race I want to see."

　　 Outside the world, watching everything that happened to the Youchong tribe, Zhang Tong's face showed a satisfied expression.

　　 For You Chong tribe, everything was arranged by Zhang Tong from the moment the hunting team encountered the injured stag.

　　 Of course, Zhang Tong can guide them to find the tentacle monster in the swamp, but he can't force them to make the current choice.

　　 It is the courage and self-improvement in their blood that really make some people in the Youchong tribe make a choice.

　　 In the tribe, the vast majority of people have trouble sleeping this night.

　　 In their minds, what Si Kun said echoed all the time.

　　 Is he a coward for a lifetime, or a hero for even a second?

　　 Some people have already made choices in their hearts.

　　 Early the next morning, countless people from the tribe appeared on the square in the center of the village.

　　 Most of them are lonely and widowed with no family members. They choose to follow Si Gun to take a fight for the future of the human race.

　　 After saying goodbye to their relatives, they resolutely injected the blood of the Tentacle Monster into their bodies with simple tools.

　　 This time, without Zhang Tong taking action to accelerate cell division, the rejection reaction did not show up immediately.

　　 But also because there was no protection from Zhang Tong, when the rejection reaction began to occur, in the face of powerful foreign genes, the human immune system was defeated!

　　In the face of powerful foreign genes, the human immune system is steadily regressing.

　　 In the corner of the tribe made of stones, more than 300 people died here in pain, and there were festering corpses everywhere.

　　 The entire tribe was enveloped in a sad atmosphere.

　　 Until more than one hundred days passed, of all the humans who participated in the experiment, only five people remained alive.

　　 This includes Si Kun!

　　All the sacrificed tribesmen were put into the earth for safety, Si Gun and the five of them once again appeared in the tribe.

　　 Compared with before, Si Kun has become thin and embarrassed.

　　 The strong hunter once disappeared, and there was only one weak man who was tortured by illness to the point that there was only a skinny man left.

　　 In the eyes of the whole tribe expecting, Si Gun opened his long chapped lips, and said hoarsely:

　　 "We succeeded..."

　　 "Success? It turned out to be a success!"

　　 "Is the human race finally going to rise again?"

　　 "The next era is destined to belong to the human race. We will no longer be afraid of beasts and nature."

　　姒鲧's words fell, the whole tribe boiled, and even the turbid eyes of the stable clan elders burst into amazing light.

　　 Several people looked at each other, only they could see the bitterness in each other's eyes.

　　 Yes, they succeeded.

　　 They successfully integrated the power of the Tentacle Monster and gave birth to a magical spiritual power.

　　 But their mental power seems a little different from the Tentacle Monster...

　　 Their mental power can't affect other lives like tentacle monsters, it just allows them to have better perception.

　　Even when they calm down, they can perceive the blood flow in the body and the beating of the heart.

　　 But...what's the use of this?

　　 This simply cannot help them resist the giant beasts and lead human civilization to glory again.

　　 Looking at the excited people, Si Kun's face was full of frustration, and he opened his mouth:

　　 "But we also failed."

　　 "Although we succeeded in gaining the power of the Tentacle Monster, we cannot attack the enemy's spirit like the Tentacle Monster."

　　 "Our mental power... can only sense our own situation."

The words of 　　姒鲧 made the entire tribe seem to be pinched by the throat, and instantly became silent.

　　 Despair and anger began to breed in the silence.

　　 Then there was a slap, and a mass of mud fell on Si Gun's face.

　　 In the crowd, a woman with tears on her face, like a mad woman, threw mud at Si Gun's body while crying:

　　 "You liar!"

　　 "It's all you, you killed my husband, how can I live in the future!"

　　 The women's movements, like a lead, instantly ignited the emotions of the entire tribe.

　　 "Sinner! You are the sinner of the whole tribe!"

　　 "Hundreds of people died because of you, our tribe is not far from extinction!"

　　 "Kill him! Kill this sinner!"

　　 The tribe was completely messed up, everyone looked at Si Qian with hateful eyes, even the four people around him.

　　 In order to integrate the power of the Tentacle Monster, too many people died in the tribe.

　　 These people have relatives as well as friends, and their deaths did not exchange any gains, so they evolved into public opinion!

　　姒鲧 closed his eyes in pain.

　　 Just as the whole tribe scolded, he is the sinner of the tribe, and the tribe of Youshong will be destroyed because of his will.

　　 Seeing that the crowd was about to lose control completely, the most prestigious elders in the tribe finally spoke.

　　 "Cough cough cough!"

　　 "Everyone is quiet, everyone is quiet!"

　　 "Listen to me, everyone listens to me!"

　　Under the prestige of the clan elder, the crowd gradually calmed down, but everyone knew that this calm was only temporary.

　　 is like a depressed gunpowder barrel, which may explode at any time.

　　 glanced at Si Gun, who was more sad than heartbroken, with a complex expression, and there was an unnoticeable sadness flashed in the eyes of the clan elder.

　　姒鲧, this child, he grew up watching...

　　I watched Si Gun grow from a naughty mud monkey~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to a brave patriarch.

　　 How can I bear to watch Si Gun die like this?

　　 Looking at the crowd suppressing anger and sadness, the clan elder seemed to have lost his strength, and said in a weak voice:

　　 "姒鲧... he is the sinner of the tribe!"

　　 "He brought destruction to the tribe, and the Chong tribe will perish because of him."

　　 "But... After all, Si Gun led the Youchong tribe to survive for so many years. The old man here asks everyone to see that Si Gun has no credit and hard work, and spare him his life."

　　 "Of course, the death penalty can be avoided and the living sin cannot escape."

　　 "As a sinner, the old man suggested that Si Gun should be exiled to the end of the canyon."

　　 "He will face the attack of the beast there, and the Horde will never give him any support."

The prestige of 　　 clan elders still played a role after all. Although the angry crowd could not wait for Si Gun to die now, in the end they still chose to throw stones and mud on Si Gun's body to get him out of the tribe.

　　姒鲧 is like a walking dead body, no matter how those people humiliate him, he just walked out of the tribe dumbly.

　　 Success or failure turned around empty, fame, fame and fortune were stunned.

　　 The world is cold, but so.

　　 At this moment, a thin child among the crowd squeezed out.

　　 The child's face was a little flushed, he looked at Si Qian's sad back, red eyes and chased after him:

　　 "Father, wait for me!"

　　 "I am your son, no matter what happens, I will bear it with you!"

　　 Hearing that immature voice, Si Gun's footsteps paused.

　　 He turned his head, with an ugly smile on his face:

　　 "It's Dayu..."