Prehistoric: Human race at the beginning, stable for 100,000 years

"Does Hou Tuzu have any insights?" Ji Heng asked.

"Are you enlightened?" Hou Tu narrowed his eyes: "My biggest enlightenment is that you are a brat, so I shouldn't even call you my little friend. Instead, I should call you my Taoist friend."

"If you and I were in the same era, I would think that Fuxi would be capable of such calculations."

Hou Tu didn't know where he was at this time, starting from the first question about the current situation of the lich, the second question about the birth of the witch clan, and the third question about the prehistoric world.

After sitting in the sea of ​​blood for so long, how could Hou Tu still not know what Ji Heng was thinking, saying that the ancient world was the most compassionate was all a routine.

"Huntu Tuzu has a compassionate heart, and he will embark on this road sooner or later." Ji Heng bowed respectfully in a serious manner: "This junior admires Hou Tuzu very much. He is a breath of fresh air among the lich and demon clans, and he is the most compassionate person in the entire prehistoric era. .”

"Don't let your Holy Mother hear these words." Hou Tu covered his face and chuckled: "Otherwise, I'm afraid you will have to come out of the chaos and fight with me for a hundred rounds."

Uh...you still have this friendship with our Holy Mother?

The corner of Ji Heng's mouth twitched slightly. Sure enough, only our E is a powder cut powder. The others, even if they are innately powerful, will be black when cut!

"Hou Tuzu is joking." Ji Heng said with shame.

Apart from anything else, Ji Heng was quite uneasy when it came to the Holy Mother. Maybe it was because his son was afraid of being beaten by his mother.

"I'm not joking, that woman is very cautious." Hou Tu said with a smile: "When I was in Buzhou Mountain, she said all the time that I was a pirated version of her, and I couldn't even communicate with her in front of her unless I transformed into a Taoist body. Reveal the true nature.”

Ji Heng suddenly shed cold sweat on his forehead when he heard this. This...isn't this right? Is this something I can listen to? Is this what I should be listening to? Hou Tuzu, you must be smearing the image of our Holy Mother!

"Don't panic, she won't care about these things now." Hou Tu said with a sad expression: "The time when the lich was still young was the happiest day."

Ji Heng bowed his hands and looked serious.

Hou Tuzu is worthy of this worship, worthy of all sentient beings in the prehistoric times.

Of course, the one who worshiped most seriously must be Ji Heng.

Ji Heng knew very well what he was doing. Although sooner or later she would embark on this path, if it was guided by him, then it would be cause and effect, and this cause and effect was much more important than merit.

Of course, there is only cause and effect, not human feelings. If we look at human feelings, Ji Heng feels that he is a born, such a gentle Hou Tuzu, how can you treat others like this! It was simply a birth!

However, Ji Heng had no choice. Everyone was in trouble. Everyone had no choice but to struggle in the chess game and find a way out as much as possible.

Now Hou Tu, even if he knows the truth and Ji Heng's purpose, he doesn't complain at all. He even sits here talking and laughing with Ji Heng. Hou Tu deserves to be the gentlest and most compassionate in the world!

"Actually, little friend Ji Heng, there is one thing I still can't figure out." Houtu said softly.

"Ancestor Hou Tu, please speak!" Ji Heng said seriously.

"You and I have never crossed paths. How did you know about Xunwu, and how did you know that I had to come for this matter?" Houtu said with a chuckle.

"This junior said it was calculated, do you believe it?" Ji Heng asked.

"Believe it!" Hou Tu nodded: "If you were planning this kind of plan in the same era as us, your calculations would even be better than Fuxi's, but in this era, you have not fallen behind. In just a few thousand years, we have I am really curious about what you have experienced to be like this."

Hou Tu paused for a moment, then said softly: "Little friend, although your plan is relatively comprehensive, but... you are innately powerful in calculations, you still have to be more careful in the future, and don't rush ahead because of greed. You and I are both in the chess game. You The calculation may also be a part of other people’s calculations.”

Ji Heng nodded when he heard the words and said respectfully: "Junior, thank you very much for the guidance of Hou Tuzu. I will definitely bear in mind what Hou Tuzu said."

Ji Heng is very clear that he is just a little monk. In this world, he has no capital to jump out of the chess game. Under the chess game, saints are also ants. As a descendant, Ji Heng knows it all too well. Don’t you see the god? In the war, the saints had no choice but to join in the end.

Hou Tu nodded and said with a smile: "My little friend, if you achieve success in the future, can you support the Wu clan more? I owe you a favor, okay?"

Ji Heng bowed and said: "There is no need for the ancestors of Hou Tu to say it. I will definitely do my best."

"Good." Hou Tu slowly closed his eyes: "I feel at ease."

Ji Heng took out a piece of paper and handed it to Hou Tu.

Hou Tu took it and sketched it on the paper.

She drew a large disk, divided it into six parts, and on the top she drew a portrait of Lao Tzu and wrote the words "The Way of Heaven and Humanity" next to it.

Next to it, he drew an image of Ji Heng, with the words "humanity" written next to it. On the other side of the heavenly humane path, he drew a young man whom Ji Heng didn't know, but at first glance, the young man had something. Ji Heng guessed that the boundless killing karma was the ancestor of Styx, but as expected, Hou Tu wrote the Shura Dao on the side.

This must be written down. The Blood Sea is the territory of the Shura clan. To occupy the Blood Sea is to owe a share of cause and effect. This cause and effect cannot be owed, so the Shura Dao was born.

Under the human path, Hou Tu drew the appearance of Donghuang Taiyi, but this Donghuang Taiyi was a bit too fierce and evil, and did not have the appearance of Donghuang at all. Houtu wrote the animal path next to it, and drew the Shura path below. Kunpeng lost his ugly appearance and wrote the path of hungry ghosts beside it.

Sure enough, everyone except E is black! Look, the beast Dao Donghuang Taiyi and the evil ghost Dao Kunpeng are really...

In the last position, Hou Tu drew an image of Dijiang, but... he tried many times, and every time he drew, the traces of the drawing would disappear automatically.

Tears fell from the corners of Hou Tu's eyes. She kept drawing upwards without believing in evil, until finally, she couldn't even put down the pen!

"Little friend Ji Heng." Hou Tu turned to look at Ji Heng, looking at Ji Heng with deep tears in his heart.

"Ancestor Hou Tu, please speak." Ji Heng stood up and bowed.

After this bow, Ji Heng never got up.

"You must protect Yi. He is your shaman. Can you do it?" Hou Tuzu said with a cry.

This cry deeply hurt Ji Heng's heart. Ji Heng forced himself to put away his emotions and said seriously: "Hou Tu Zu, this junior, will definitely try our best!"

This is the only time in over a thousand years that Ji Heng has uttered the words "try your best".

His temperament did not allow him to say such words that risked his life, but Hou Tu's request was something Ji Heng must sincerely do.

Hou Tu nodded, and at the bottom, he drew the appearance of Emperor Jun and wrote the words "Hell Path" beside it.

After this stroke fell, Hou Tu knelt on the ground weakly, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably, and murmured in a low voice: "I'm sorry, big brother, I'm sorry, brothers of the Wu clan, I'm sorry, sons and gentlemen of the Wu clan, I, I have tried my best..."

Seeing this scene, Ji Heng's heart felt as if it was broken. Who can understand the helplessness of Hou Tu kneeling here? At this time, Hou Tu was no longer one of the ancestral witches, not the great innate god, but an all-powerful person. Not even a helpless and sad woman...