I am a chief in a primitive tribe

"Oh no, Ah Gong is vomiting blood again!" "

Hurry up and find Uncle Lihu!"

"What can I do about this, the holy flame is gone, and now Ah Gong is also gone......

"The voice was noisy.

"What's going on?" a thin boy who was lying down slowly opened his eyes, "Where am I?"

The boy looked his surroundings up and down, left and right, the light was dim, all of them were black stones, and a light was not far away.

"Cave?" the boy sat up, immediately clutching his back, "It hurts!"

"How did I get here?" The boy tried to get out of bed with his hands, but suddenly looked down at the thatch under him, and next to the thatch lay was a colorful animal skin.

"Animal skin?" the boy was surprised, carefully searching for his memory, "There are still such beast skins in Tibet?"

Before he could react, two people in fur walked into the cave and saw the newly awakened boy.

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

"Great, Mu Feng is awake!" "

Come with us to see Ah Gong!" Before

the young man could see the appearance of the two clearly, he was "invited" out of the hole with a towing frame.

"Who will you take me to?" the young man wondered.

After leaving the cave, the light outside the cave made the young man's eyes stare involuntarily, and he was greeted by a panicked crowd of people, and they all rushed to one place.

These people are all shaggy haired, dressed in various animal skins, and their faces are dirty, and they can't see the specific appearance.

The young man was shocked in his heart: "What's the matter, how can there still be such primitive inhabitants in Tibet?"

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

The crowd automatically moved out of the way, allowing the two to lead the young man through to a thatched hut.

The room was dimly lit again.

But the boy could still see that there were several people standing in the room at this time, and several people were around an old man who was sitting next to a wooden mound.

The old man's eyes were half-narrowed, and he could see that his face was haggard even in the light that was not too strong, and there were still undried blood stains on his gray hair.

At the first glance of the old man, the young man's mind involuntarily sprung up with the old man's information: Ah Gong, an unknown surname, the big chief of the tribe, the person who picked himself up in the wild, is very good to himself.

In addition to the old man's information, the young man's mind was like a movie, and all kinds of fragments of information emerged: people on crutches, three-foot earthen platforms, and people shouting around wild beasts ......

The young man couldn't help but be stunned, wondering how he could have such a memory.

"Ah Gong, Mu Feng is here!" someone shouted.

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

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

The old man stretched out his hand, touched his head weakly, but did not speak, and looked up slightly at a few people around him: "Where is the tiger?"

Before the words fell, the light in the thatched house dimmed, and a person bent down to come in, and hurriedly shouted: "Ah Gong, I'm here!".

A tower-like man walked up to the old man, knelt on one knee, and reached out to hold the old man's other hand: "Ah Gong, it doesn't matter to you, right?"

The old man shook his head slightly, and his voice was weak: "My time is short. "

Ah Gong!" The voices of the people around him trembled in unison.

"Grandpa, you can't have anything to do with your old man, if something happens to you, what will we do!" Lihu said excitedly.

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

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

The old man raised his eyes and signaled, leaving the tiger to shut up immediately.

He took a long breath, obviously to explain what was going on.

"After my death, Mu Feng will be the chief, you must respect him as you respect me!" Everyone

was shocked, but they nodded sadly and indignantly: "Yes!"

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

Lihu muttered: "Migrating eastward ......"

but he nodded at the old man: "Yes!"

The old man then moved his gaze to the young man who was shocked in his heart: "Mu Feng!" The

young man subconsciously responded: "Ah Gong!"

But he was shocked in his heart, he remembered that he was a historian of Jiangxia University, and accidentally fell into a black hole when he went to Tibet to investigate the ancient Kunlun ruins.

But when he woke up, he was in a cave, in the midst of the crowd surrounded by primitive costumes.

Obviously, he crossed over!

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

And the memories of the young man also 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 "holy fire" in the tribe was stolen by someone!

Mu Feng thought that the old man was very good to him, not a relative but better than a relative, and he couldn't help crying for a while: "Ah Gong, don't have an accident!" The

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

"Ah Gong!" Mu Feng shouted sadly.

The other people's voices also shouted bitterly: "Ah Gong!" The

old man shook his head lightly and stretched out his hand to cover the young man's head: "Just let me, an old man, do my last effort for this tribe, and it will depend on you in the future!"

Before Mu Feng could react, he suddenly felt his scalp tighten, and he couldn't help but close his eyes, and a mysterious message poured into his mind.

The faces of the people around him were embarrassed, and they all shouted: "Ah Gong!"

One person looked at Lihu: "Chief!"

Lihu was even more sad on his face, but he shook his head firmly: "This is Ah Gong is empowering Mu Feng, we will not break the chief's inheritance!"

"But ......"

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

......

I don't know how long it took, Mu Feng opened his eyes again, and he found that the old man's face was pale, and his chest, which was still undulating, had gradually fluctuated at this time.

The oil is running out of light - I don't have much time left.

The people around him had sadness on their faces, but their eyes were full of hope, and they all looked at Mu Feng.

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

rest of the people also knelt on one knee, like Lihu: "Chief!" Mu

Feng was still shocked in his heart, he had just figured out what was going on, and he became the big chief of this primitive tribe, and he also took such a mess!