The End of the World: At the beginning, I seized the SSS-level superpower

Ever since Zhao Yin's soul was damaged, he has never been able to sense the existence of time and space again.

King Mo drained the core of the world, transferred all life, and annihilated it, and no one knows where he is hiding now.

At this moment, with the appearance of time and space, Zhao Yin's sense of security was instantly maximized.

"Master, facing the gaze of the gods, Time and Space have no choice but to sleep and hide, leaving the master to suffer!"

The time and space clone bowed deeply in the direction of Zhao Yin with an apologetic look.

"Time and Space, if I ask you to exterminate this tribe, how many sacrifices will it take?" Zhao Yin asked in his heart.

Shikong closed his eyes, seeming to sense the levels of life in this tribe.

"Master, there is only one person in this tribe who has reached the transcendent level, and that person is Ah Hai. Kill the entire tribe without any sacrifice!"

Shikong said seriously: "Shikong only needs to use very little stored energy!"

Zhao Yin immediately felt a lot more relieved.

Nowadays, if it is possible not to expose top-grade equipment such as the magic gun, it is better not to expose it.

After all, this is a world dominated by the corpse demon clan!

What Zhao Yin didn't expect was that the only person in the tribe who had stepped into the realm of transcendence was Uncle Ahai.

But it is obvious that even if Ah Hai enters the extraordinary realm, his strength is still extremely low!

Just when Zhao Yin was about to give the order for Shi Kong to go out and kill everyone outside the door except Uncle Ahai, Xiaoying suddenly rushed out of the tent.

Zhao Yin was in a daze when he heard the dirty little girl yelling, "You are not allowed to hurt my brother-in-law!"

"Xiaoying! Go back!" It was Uncle Ahai who scolded.

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound, it was the sound of a slap.

A sharp male voice sounded: "The tribal elders are in a meeting, how can it be your turn to speak?"

"Dad, Uncle Ashan hit me, ahhh...!" Xiaoying started crying at that time.

When Zhao Yin heard this, he gave up the idea of ​​letting Shi Kong go out and kill people.

Until you regain your strength, hiding means safety.

Zhao Yin suddenly felt that his life was guaranteed at this moment.

In fact, this inconspicuous human tribe is an excellent place to recuperate.

The small tribe has existed for who knows how many years, which shows that in this world, the corpse demon clan does not intend to exterminate the human race.

He remembered that Ah Hai once said that he went to look for Zhao Yin because of his little daughter Xiaoying's begging, which shows how much Ah Hai dotes on Xiaoying.

Ah Hai is the only extraordinary person in the tribe...

"Snapped!"

There was a louder crisp sound, like a firecracker being set off outside the door.

Then, there was a cracking sound, as if a wooden chair was broken by a heavy object.

Then the scream of the owner of that sharp voice was heard.

"Uncle An, you...you take care of it...Ouch...my waist is broken!"

"Ahai!" The old voice was angry.

"Uncle An!"

Ah Hai's voice was no longer the honest one it had before, and it contained a hint of indifference.

"I, Ah Hai, am 43 years old this year. According to the average life expectancy in the tribe, I will die in a few years!"

Ah Hai spoke each word with certainty and resolve, completely different from his previous humility.

"If it weren't for Ayin, Awan would never have been able to find a son-in-law in her life. If I died, Xiaoying would still be young...!"

After saying that, Ah Hai held Xiaoying in his arms, rubbed her head lovingly, and wiped away her tears with his dirty fur coat.

Xiaoying stopped crying then and a smile appeared on her little face.

Ah Hai continued, "If the tribe really doesn't want to tolerate Ah Yin, then our family of four will leave the tribe!"

"Don't worry, everyone. Even if I die, I will never surrender to the Dongsheng tribe, and I will never become a running dog of the Corpse Demon Clan!"

"Just don't forget, everyone, who was the one who risked his life for you every time you faced the invasion of the demon wolves over the years!"

As soon as Ah Hai finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps.

Zhao Yin saw that Uncle Ahai carried Xiaoying and went straight back to the tent.

Although Xiaoying was thin, she was a girl of twelve or thirteen years old after all. But in Ah Hai's eyes, his daughter was very small, just like holding a baby.

Xiaoying's face was full of smiles.

There was chaos outside the door. First, an old voice spoke, trying to keep Ah Hai, and then a group of people began to blame Ah Shan who was beaten.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yin heard the sound of a wooden stick hitting human flesh, accompanied by Ashan's screams.

Soon, an old figure appeared, who looked to be in his seventies or eighties.

The dozen or so people following behind him were all middle-aged women.

Except for Ashan, Ahai, and Uncle Aan, all the elders in the tribe are women.

It can be seen that among the human race in this world, although men have some status, they are far inferior to women.

A group of people apologized to Ah Hai, and Uncle Ah An even promised to increase the food ration of Ah Hai's family by one third.

Ah Hai then nodded. After all, the tribe was his home and he was actually reluctant to leave.

From beginning to end, Awan, who was standing by, remained very calm.

To be precise, Awan calmed down from the moment Xiaoying rushed out of the tent.

"Dad, there is still some mutton soup in the pot."

After the elders of the tribe left, Awan said softly.

"Leave it to Ayin. He is weak. Let him get better as soon as possible and get married as soon as possible!" Ahai said with a smile.

He seemed very happy as he had secured food for Zhao Yin.

After Awan fed all the mutton soup to Zhao Yin, he saw that Ahai and his two daughters were eating a kind of porridge.

It looked like some grains mixed with vegetable leaves and boiled down. Most of it was water, without even a trace of oil.

This is the food ration for the people in the tribe.

As expected, Zhao Yin never drank mutton soup again in the following days.

There are only two meals a day, morning and night, and both meals are wild vegetable porridge.

I am so poor that I can’t even afford three meals a day.

Every night, Zhao Yin could hear Xiaoying's stomach growling with hunger through the straw mat.

The mutton soup they had just had was something that Ah Hai's family had been craving for three years but had never been willing to cook.

But in the end it fell into Zhao Yin's mouth.

Three days passed in a flash, and the elders of the tribe did not cause trouble again.

During every meal, Zhao Yin could see Awan serving herself the porridge at the bottom of the pot because there were more grains at the bottom of the pot.

Ah Hai and his two daughters could only drink the vegetable soup on top.

In Ahai's words, Ayin, get your health back on track. After you marry Awan, you will be the one working to support the family.

Although this family of three seemed to have a strong purpose, Zhao Yin still felt a little touched.

He had long understood that there was no good thing in the world without reason.

Although the factor of their daughter not being able to get married was involved, Ah Hai's family had indeed regarded him as a mentally ill family member.

As time passed, Zhao Yin's health gradually improved.

There was no more stinging pain in the sea of ​​consciousness.

That morning, Zhao Yin stretched his arms and legs and tried to get up from the floor.

My legs are still weak, but I can walk normally, albeit slowly.

"Brother Yin!"

Zhao Yin's tall figure stood outside the tent, facing the light, and saw the dirty little Lolita carrying a large basket on her back.

Xiaoying was standing under a big locust tree, waving at Zhao Yin with a smile.

"My sister is picking wild vegetables in the woods. Are you looking for her?"