The author's diary of ghost stories

"Give your heart to humanity!"

"Give your heart to humanity!"

More and more grass babies gathered together, surrounding Yu Liang and Zhong Chen on the edge of the river bank. They raised their arms and shouted, shaking the mountains and the sea with their anger.

Yu Liang was a little overwhelmed by the sudden excitement. He looked around at the grass babies. The grass babies he touched seemed to be inspired and shouted more excitedly. Their already unlovable faces looked even more ferocious.

This kind of fighting spirit affects the Cao Ying tribe from a deep level. Yu Liang even saw that the skin of some Cao Ying became red, and the grass on their heads also differentiated into sharp and slender shapes, like bunches of pointed vine whips. .

Flattered.

Yu Liang never thought that it would be so easy to win over the Cao Ying tribe.

It is normal for a person to talk strangely about creatures and be irrational. However, a group of people can be so emotional and completely ignore the interests of the group. This still surprises Yu Liang.

simply……

It is simply the best comment on Le Pen's "The Crowd", but this is not a derogatory meaning. After all, these idiots became so emotional and passionate just to help him.

At this moment, Yu Liang instinctively compared the whistle beasts with the grass babies.

The Whistle Beast regards him as the Creator, but ultimately it wants to use the Creator to maintain its own tribe and allow its tribe to continue; the Grass Babies are not respectful and will surround him and call him "human" and pull him away. He asks all kinds of questions, but he can give his heart to mankind without hesitation.

What is faith and what is worship? Yu Liang has no answer in his heart.

He stretched out his hand and tried to press down, but just like what he had just thought, these grass babies were not respectful, so the sound waves still came one after another.

At this time, the high priest Cao Cao climbed to the top of the tallest tree baby tree and used vines woven from grass leaves to severely beat the most excited red angry grass babies among them. The scene gradually calmed down, and the grass babies stopped from being crazy. Zhong came back to his senses and wanted to see what the humans he was sworn to protect to the death were going to do.

"I don't need you to give your heart to me." Yu Liang said loudly, "What I want is to help you regain the lost land."

His eyes scanned all the grass babies: "From now on, I know that there is a group of beasts on the other side of your river. Their leaders are constantly encroaching on your territory, occupying your restored ecological environment, and forcing you to Migrating north, and now the time has come to take revenge on them."

Yu Liang's voice was not particularly loud, but it accurately reached the ears of every grass baby present: "Let's kill a group of bad beasts and support a group of good beasts. From now on, there will be no more There are beasts coming to invade your land wantonly."

He raised his arms high and said almost without saying a single word. His tone was firm and decisive: "Use it! Cao Ying's thorns! For Cao Ying's roots! Open up new territories!"

After a few simple words, the Cao Yings imitated Yu Liang and raised their hands like crazy, repeating the declaration from Yu Liang: "Use Cao Ying's thorns as Cao Ying's roots to open up new territories! "

After mobilizing for war, the Cao Ying tribe was united as one.

If they have a ceremony like independent recruitment, it is estimated that they can recruit 800,000 soldiers in just one day.

With Cao Ying's support, Yu Liang followed the high priest Cao Cao towards the depths of Cao Ying's territory. Before leaving, he looked back at the three waiting sentinel beast cavalry.

He did not shy away from these words and scenes just now. As long as the hearing of the whistle beast cavalry is more sensitive, they can hear what he is saying.

Yu Liang secretly gave the three cavalrymen a "reassured" gesture to calm their minds.

The Creator does not favor another ethnic group. The Creator is very fair and fraternal.

After a journey of about ten minutes, Yu Liang saw a large dense forest, which was the hinterland of the grass babies. Counting the various grass babies that continued to grow to the north, there were nearly 100,000 grass babies in total. Live in this area.

Grassland, woods, bushes, such green plants are vast and endless.

However, grass babies have always disliked open spaces. They like to be close to each other. It is best to let each other's roots entangle with each other underground. A simple small patch of grass can take root in a large number of grass babies.

"Most of these woods are filled with corpses. They are the legacy left for us after the death of the tree babies." High Priest Cao Cao reached out and patted the trees beside him. "They died, but they left the trees above them. The trees have always been there. Thrive and add greenery to the land.”

It looked at the tree with very gentle eyes: "Of course, for us, only their bodies are dead, their spirits are attached to the trees that cannot speak, and have always been around us."

Yu Liang looked deep into the woods. Every tree was as thick as his waist, with heights ranging from ten to twenty meters. The trees were tall and straight, like swords pointing at the sky.

He noticed that the trees above the heads of the few tree babies in the grass baby group were only seven or eight meters high. They were just babies compared to the trees in these woods.

Could it be said that when the tree babies die and the trees above them take root in the ground, the life form truly enters the stage of young adulthood?

After entering the woods, the grass babies around him also became silent and quiet. The woods seemed to have a magical power that could soothe the chaotic mood of every creature and make them calm down.

The greenery everywhere is so refreshing that even a layman like Yu Liang can't help but be intoxicated by this forest. If there is someone deep in the forest who can play the piano and listen to it while others play it, like Boya Ziqi, it will definitely become a good story.

After thinking about it, Yu Liang's hand fell on the tree trunk next to him like the high priest Cao Cao.

"Snapped--"

The high priest Cao Cao's cane whip hit an unknown grass baby standing next to Yu Liang, and then the high priest snorted angrily: "How many times have I told you not to touch other trees when entering the forest? This is not right." Be polite. The person next to you is Eve 23rd generation, my dead wife!"

"I didn't..." Cao Ying next to Yu Liang wanted to defend, but was immediately stopped by the high priest's vine whip, so he could only fold his arms gloomily and stay rooted to the side of the high priest's dead wife.

When the high priest saw this, he knew he was in the wrong and turned a blind eye to the grass baby's actions.

Yu Liang quickly retracted his hand. He looked at the high priest's appearance and felt funny in his heart.

Obviously, the high priest saw him touching his wife, and he was angry inside, but he didn't dare to resist the "master", so he had to vent his anger on the grass baby next to him.

Needless to say, the atmosphere of the Cao Ying tribe is quite interesting, at least more interesting than the leadership of the Whistle Beasts.

"Sorry, Master, I'm not talking about you." High Priest Cao Cao bowed to Yu Liang, and then explained, "The plant on the head of our tribe is one of the sensitive points. This tree is equivalent to the body of a corpse." Sensitive parts, generally speaking it is impolite to touch tree trunks except under certain circumstances.”

"I understand. If you make any etiquette mistakes, just point them out. I am the guest here." Yu Liang nodded solemnly. Even if these grass babies supported him, he could not be arrogant or rude.

He looked at the tree next to him and shrank his hand again. Was he just touching the body of someone else's wife?

This other person is still Cao Cao...

I always feel a little sorry for the Prime Minister.

But if you put it this way, the former wife of the short and skinny high priest Cao Cao was a seven or eight meter tall tree baby?

Moreover, the humanoid parts of the tree babies are generally majestic and tall. It seems that only this powerful body can support the big tree above their heads.

hiss--

It's quite outrageous when you think about it carefully, but for some reason, Yu Liang is a little curious about the high priest's previous life.

Entering the depths of the woods, almost all the trees here are hugging trees. Their crowns have been intertwined, and a large number of tree houses have been built on some thick branches. They seem to be the habitat of some grass babies, and more The grass babies take root around the tree and rest on the ground.

After bypassing a big tree, the scene in front of Yu Liang suddenly changed.

Dozens of towering trees stand side by side, and each tree is surrounded by escalators. The escalators lead to the building levels on the trees, either small tree houses or large villas, row after row.

From a visual inspection, the internal spaces of these buildings are not small and can easily accommodate adults like Yu Liang.

"The treehouse above is where we conduct scientific research, raise babies, offer sacrifices, and receive guests." High Priest Cao Cao said, stretching out his hand to make an invitation gesture.

Yu Liang walked up the escalator. The distance between the escalators was just right and it didn't make him feel cramped. But at the same time, he was a little strange because this distance was not very suitable for Cao Ying. It was basically equivalent to human beings. Every staircase in the world is one meter high. Going upstairs will be tiring, right?

However, he understood the reason the next moment. He saw the grass babies stretching out their vine whips to grab the high-rise railings, and they could lift the whole grass babies up by simply shrinking.

Yu Liang climbed about three or four floors and finally stood at the door of the tree house. He carefully observed the material of the tree house. The buildings here should be made of some kind of light wood, exuding a kind of light wood. The fragrance of growing wood.

Looking at it, the entire tree building complex is even more majestic. Even humans who are proficient in construction technology will take a lot of time to build this tree house, and grass babies without these technologies will consume more energy in this regard.

"These buildings must have taken you a lot of time, right?" Yu Liang looked at the high priest Cao Cao beside him, "I heard that the beast tribe in the south has been encroaching on your territory here, and you will build this kind of building wherever you go. Building?”

The high priest did not reply immediately. He called two grass babies to follow him and asked them to draw the Lord's voice and smile and write down the Lord's conversations. This will be the history record of the grass babies civilization in the future. .

The twenty-third generation Cao Cao witnessed the coming of the Lord!

How great and touching!

After calming down, the high priest began to answer Yu Liang's question: "This is the case most of the time. Since we moved to the north bank of the river decades ago, the whistle beasts and us have begun to confront each other across the river. The defense of Yijiang is worse than before. It’s a lot easier, and when there are more peaceful days, these architectural arts will naturally flourish.”

Having said this, the high priest raised his head proudly and pointed at the center of the forest with his vine whip: "We are inferior to those savage beasts in terms of force and technology, but we are far superior to them in art and culture. What we left behind is The wood carvings, root carvings and some daily necessities in the abandoned territory were owned and used by the leaders of the beasts, and were regarded as the most exquisite works of art."

Yu Liang saw these buildings in his eyes and couldn't help but nodded.

The science and technology of Cao Ying civilization is not good, but its artistic achievements are very high, and it is close to the art of human civilization and full of romantic style.

Moreover, the current Cao Ying art has not yet developed to the level of surrealism or abstraction. People with insufficient aesthetic skills like Yu Liang can easily appreciate the beauty in it.

But what made Yu Liang a little embarrassed was that the Cao Ying tribe seemed to have a unique reproductive worship, so he didn't see some of the artwork hanging on the edge of the tree house.

It's so weird, but Li Huachao kept urging him to "look around" to satisfy Erha's unique curiosity.

"I want to know why you respect me so much and your ancestral precepts." Yu Liang asked. If he didn't understand these questions, it would be difficult for him to rely on the grass babies with confidence. "I haven't seen you for a long time. , so I want to understand your development over the past few hundred years."

"Respected? You are the god of fertility and the savior of the Cao Ying ethnic group in ancient times. Isn't it right for us to respect you?" the high priest asked strangely.

"Savior?" Yu Liang felt guilty inexplicably.

Does it mean kidnapping you grass babies from the dreams of mathematicians, forcing you to have children, and then selling grass babies for huge profits?

"Of course, according to Cao Cao's first generation, his grandfather lived in a dangerous area full of rabbit monsters. At that time, the Cao Ying tribe was divided and had to fight for the ownership of a lawn, and was sometimes preyed on by rabbit monsters. , or it may be trampled to death by some more powerful monsters, trampled to death for no reason, just like crushing an ant." As the high priest said, he led Yu Liang to the largest tree house, where there was almost a The small square is so big. "You saved the ancestors of the grass babies, gave them a magnificent living environment, and gave them a carefree life. They can have sex every day. Isn't this worthy of gratitude?"

"Okay, indeed." Yu Liang shrugged, and he probably understood the thoughts of those grass babies, "You know, this is just a piece of cake for me, so I don't think this is a rescue, it is better to say it is a The rights you grass babies deserve will be returned to you."

Cao Ying next to him immediately dipped his bamboo pen in black ink and wrote: "In the 17th year of the 23rd generation of the Daying Calendar, the Lord came to the Yingqun to guide the work. It is known in history as 'The Lord returns the right to Ying'."

"Yes." The high priest led Yu Liang into the semi-open-air square, "Our Cao Ying's civilization all depends on the teachings of the Lord. A long time ago, our ancestor 'Cao Cao' lived in a magnificent temple. The Lord often Come to the temple, teach them primitive aesthetics and social concepts, and plant the seeds for Cao Ying civilization.”

In the center was something like a hammock, which looked very comfortable, so Yu Liang obeyed the high priest's words and sat on the main seat.

Hearing this, Yu Liang frowned slightly, he was a little confused.

The splendid temple refers to the third floor of Xu Cixi's house, but...

Teaching primitive aesthetics and social concepts to Cao Ying?

when?

Has he ever done such a thing?

"What social concept?" Yu Liang asked.

"You are free to have sexual addictions without guilt." The high priest said with certainty, and Yu Liang was stunned when he heard it.

At this time, two historians wrote: "The master and the high priest discussed a special sexual fetish, and the master and the baby had great pleasure. It was called 'sitting on the road and discussing the fetish' in history."

Yu Liang was suspicious. He had some doubts about the authenticity of this historical data. Could it be a lie made up by Cao Cao to break Cao Ying's monogamy?

For the legality of X-fetish freedom?

Just like the divine right of kings in ancient times?

"What about primitive aesthetics?" Yu Liang instinctively felt something was wrong, and now even the words "primitive aesthetics" made him wary.

"Primitive aesthetics is the love for the baby body." The high priest said with certainty. He waved and thirty or forty female or male grass babies walked to the center of the stage. Their faces were serious and they were arranged neatly.

Some of the grass babies have obvious characteristics of flesh and blood civilization, such as tentacles, bone spurs or other things.

"Their bodies have some changes, but we don't think this is a deformity, and we won't discriminate against them because of their special body structure. On the contrary, this is a unique and refined beauty." The high priest said, speaking. Zhongduo praised it, "This concept is also inspired by the primitive beauty, and is the origin of the idea of ​​equality among our Daying ethnic groups."

It stretched out its hand and its words became more passionate: "Next, we will bring the most original aesthetic guidance! The beauty of the body is the master of art!"

After saying this, dozens of hard straight vine sticks sprouted from the stage, and each grass baby had such a stick beside them, just like a matching set.

The grass babies took out white rabbit ears with a special texture and put them on their heads. At the same time, they put on black stockings, swung their tentacles, danced close to the rattan tubes, constantly twisting their bodies, and moved their bodies without hesitation. The most beautiful part was displayed in front of Yu Liang in the form of dance.

Li Huachao's voice suddenly became louder: "It's done! Master Tao, I'm done!"

Yu Liang: "..."

Now what is this?

A group of rabbit-eared, black stockings and tentacled ladies were pole dancing in front of him?

Li Huachao, can you do something serious in your free time?

Well, the historical facts from ancient times are not deceiving. Yu Liang has figured out what exactly happened in the temple back then.

He should have thought of it earlier.

At the same time, the two historians, Cao Ying, looked at Yu Liang's iron-black face. After thinking for a moment, they continued to write: "The Lord appreciated the traditional dance of the Daying ethnic group and spoke highly of it. It is called the 'Lord's Smile' in history." .”

The update is a little late, but it’s a little more updated~ I still have about three or four chapters to finish this volume, so don’t rush~