I am a primitive

The thing that holds the fire is no longer the original bowl, or a modified flat-bottomed clay pot, but something similar to a colander made by coiling steel wires in later generations.

It is not small, with a diameter of more than ten centimeters.

On the edge of this pottery, which resembles a colander, four sticks the size of chopsticks are inserted.

The four sticks are ten centimeters long and distributed in a cross shape.

One end is inserted on the colander, and the other end is tied to the skeleton of the Kongming lantern with a rope.

To put it bluntly, it looks almost like half a watermelon with four chopsticks inserted in the cut.

In the beginning, these four sticks were also made of pottery.

After realizing it, I found that pottery is not suitable for such a thing. If it is too thin or too long, it will be easily broken. If it is too thick, it will be too heavy. If it is shortened, the rope tied to it will be easily broken by fire.

So after a few experiments, the thing was replaced with a few sticks.

A stick is not much of a light, and the flame on it tends to dim when removed from the rest of the fire.

Han Cheng no longer hesitated, and put it under the 'colander'.

The flame on the stick quickly ignited the sackcloth soaked in turpentine through the hole, and within a moment, it burned into a fireball.

The updraft generated by the heat suddenly filled the Kongming lanterns.

Feeling the ready to move Kongming Lantern in his hand, Shi Shi, who had already experienced it, tentatively let go of his hand.

The Kongming Lantern did not fall when he let go of his hand, but rose slowly after a short pause on the spot.

The lamp made of snakeskin, with orange flames, jumped over Han Cheng and the others, and continued to rise.

Flying higher and higher, farther and farther away, the outline of the lamp disappeared, leaving only a little orange light in the night sky, which merged with the stars all over the sky and became one of them, as if it really flew there. In the distant and deep night sky.

Stone raised his neck, staring at that point of light from a distance, wondering if it was because of the starlight falling into it, that made his eyes look bright, with brilliance flowing inside.

Han Cheng lowered his raised neck and smiled on his face. This is the most successful sky lantern he has made so far in this era.

The witch's muddy eyes were also shining with brilliance, that is the place where the gods are in the middle, and the son of god is indeed the son of god, and he can really create magical things that can lead there.

If the time comes to make a bigger Kongming lantern, is it possible for me to sit on it, fly all the way to the sky, come to the place where the gods live, and meet the gods who always ignore me?

This sudden thought made Wu's body tremble uncontrollably.

God, this is it!

Han Cheng didn't know what Wu was thinking at this time, if he knew, he would definitely make up for it behind his back.

For every 100 meters you rise, the temperature drops by 0.6 degrees. When you go up to the sky in a hot air balloon, you will get water vapor all over your body when you fly high. In addition to being shivering from the cold, there is no other result.

Where can I meet the gods?

Uh, if you fly higher, you will indeed be able to see the gods...

Inside and outside the tribe, there was a piece of silence, full of people who looked up to the sky with surprise and longing.

The old man in the tribe remembered the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl that Shenzi once told.

I don't know if they can see the lamps emitted by their own tribe, and if they can see their own tribe along the lights...

At this moment, shock filled the hearts of everyone except Han Cheng who had seen the world.

Especially the people in the small courtyard of slaves, they have only been here for a short time, they don’t know much about Han Cheng, the false son of God, and they don’t know much about miraculous things. It is conceivable how intense the shock in my heart is when I can get something out.

This is the real miracle!

Compared with the great son of God, the means of witches in the tribe in the past are insignificant and insignificant enough to describe.

There is absolutely no comparison between the two.

They originally thought that the position of the Son of God was already high enough, but after experiencing this incident, they realized that their understanding of the Son of God was far from enough.

The Son of God is beyond their imagination!

"Son of God! Son of God!"

I don't know who took the lead, but after the spark disappeared completely, there was a neat shout in the night.

The sound is extremely loud and gathers together, as if the sound of thunder is rolling here.

People with sore necks screamed with all their strength, as if otherwise, it would not be enough to express the shock and awe in their hearts.

It's just a Kongming lantern. As for such a big reaction?

Standing with his hands behind his back is the Great God Son Han, with a confident and calm smile on his face, thinking shamelessly in his heart.

Pretending to be aggressive is to create lightning strikes, especially this kind of cheap and good-looking ones, which is exactly the target of God's key strikes.

Han Cheng standing on the wall, after enjoying the enthusiasm of everyone adoring him for a while, was about to ask everyone to stop, when a black shadow fell from the sky at a not particularly slow speed, impartially, just hitting the on his forehead.

God said he didn't want to accept your Kongming Lantern, and threw it back at you...

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The pottery colander hit on the forehead, and after being shaken, the ashes contained in it, which had not been blown away, leaked out and sprinkled on Han Cheng's head and face.

There was a dull pain in the head, and one eye was also fascinated.

Caught off guard by such an attack, Han Cheng subconsciously closed his eyes and turned his head to one side at the same time.

Then, by coincidence, my head got into the Kongming lantern, and the surroundings suddenly became a little dark.

"What the hell!"

Han Cheng yelled, and scratched his head with both hands reflexively, trying to get rid of the thing that attacked him.

After touching this thing in his hands, the panic in his heart was much less. Through the touch, he already knew what it was.

Your uncle's!

Isn't it so accurate?

Han Cheng pulled his head out of the Kongming Lantern that had been going back and forth, cursing angrily in his heart.

At the most critical moment of being handsome, you gave me one. Isn't this a deliberate demolition?

The embarrassment turned into anger, Han Dashenzi really wanted to throw this ignorant thing on the ground to relieve his anger.

After the one-eyed eye saw the deformed stone in shock, he held back abruptly.