My Twenty-four Heavens

This kind of human race is the human race I want to see.

Outside the world, looking at what happened in the Youchong Tribe, Zhang Tong had a satisfied expression on his face.

For the Youchong tribe, everything was arranged by Zhang Tong since the hunting team met the injured stag.

Of course, Zhang Tong could guide them to discover the tentacle monster in the swamp, but he couldn't force them to make the current choice.

It is the courage and self-improvement in their blood that really made some people in the Youchong tribe make their choices.

In the tribe, the vast majority of people tossed and turned sleeplessly that night.

What Si Gun said was always echoing in their minds.

To be a coward for a lifetime, or a hero for even a second?

Some people have already made a choice in their hearts.

Early the next morning, countless people from the tribe appeared on the square in the center of the village.

Most of them have no family members, no care and no worries, they choose to follow Si Gun together, and give it a go for the future of the human race.

After they bid farewell to their relatives, they resolutely injected the blood of the tentacle monster into their bodies with crude tools.

This time, without Zhang Tong's action to accelerate cell division, the rejection reaction did not show up immediately.

But also because there was no protection from Zhang Tong, when the rejection reaction began to occur, the human immune system was defeated in the face of powerful foreign genes!

In the face of powerful foreign genes, the human immune system retreats steadily.

In the corner of the tribe made of stones, more than 300 people died here in pain, and there were festering corpses everywhere.

The entire tribe was shrouded in an atmosphere of sadness.

Until more than a hundred days passed, of all the humans who participated in the experiment, only five were still alive.

This includes Si Gun!

After all the sacrificed clansmen were buried in the soil, the five of Si Gun and the others reappeared in the tribe.

Compared with before, Si Gun became thinner and more embarrassed.

The once strong hunter was gone, leaving only a weak man who was tortured to the point of skin and bones.

Under the expectant eyes of the whole tribe, Si Gun opened his chapped lips and said in a hoarse voice:

We succeeded...

Success? It actually succeeded!

Is the human race finally going to rise again?

The next era is destined to belong to the human race, and we will no longer be afraid of beasts and nature.

As soon as Si Gun's words fell, the whole tribe was boiling, and even the turbid eyes of those steady clan elders burst into astonishing light.

Several people looked at each other, and only they could see the bitterness in each other's eyes.

Yes, they succeeded.

They successfully merged the power of the tentacle monster, and a magical spiritual power was born.

But their spiritual power seems to be a little different from that of the tentacle monsters...

Their spiritual power can't affect other lives like tentacle monsters, it just allows them to have better perception.

Even when they are still, they can feel the flow of blood in their bodies and the beating of their hearts.

But... what's the use of this?

This simply cannot help them resist giant beasts and lead human civilization to glory again.

Looking at those excited clansmen, Si Gun's face was full of frustration, and he opened his mouth:

But we also failed.

Although we have successfully obtained the power of the tentacle monster, we cannot attack the enemy's spirit like the tentacle monster.

Our spiritual power... can only sense our own situation.

Si Gun's words made the whole tribe feel as if they were pinched by the throat.

In an instant it became silent.

Despair and anger began to breed in the silence.

Then with a slap, a lump of mud smeared Si Gun's face.

In the crowd, a woman's face was full of tears, she threw mud at Si Gun like a crazy woman, and cried:

You liar!

It was you, you killed my husband, how will I live in the future!

The woman's actions, like a lead wire, instantly ignited the emotions of the entire tribe.

Sinner! You are the sinner of the whole tribe!

Hundreds of people died because of you, our tribe is not far from extinction!

Kill him! Kill this sinner!

There was complete chaos in the tribe, everyone looked at Si Gun with hatred, even the four people around him.

In order to integrate the power of the tentacle monster, too many people died in the tribe.

These people have relatives and friends, and their deaths did not bring any benefits, so it has evolved into a public opinion like a knife!

Si Gun closed his eyes in pain.

As the whole tribe cursed, he is the sinner of the tribe, and some tribes will perish because of his willful behavior.

Seeing that the crowd was about to completely lose control, the most prestigious clan elders in the tribe finally spoke.

Cough cough cough!

Everyone be quiet, everyone be quiet!

Listen to me, everyone listen to me!

Under the prestige of the clan elders, the crowd gradually calmed down, but everyone knew that this calm was only temporary.

Like a suppressed powder keg that could explode at any moment.

Looking at Si Gun with a complicated expression, the elder's eyes flashed an imperceptible sadness.

Si Gun, this child, did he watch him grow up...

I personally watched Si Gun grow from a mischievous mud monkey to a brave and brave patriarch.

How could he have the heart to watch Si Gun die like this?

Looking at the suppressed angry and sad crowd, the clan elder seemed to have lost all his strength, and said in a weak voice:

Si Gun...he is a sinner of the tribe!

He brought destruction to the tribe, and some tribes will perish because of him.

But... Si Gun has led the Youchong tribe to struggle and survive for so many years. The old man here begs everyone to spare his life for the sake of Si Gun's merits and hard work.

Of course, capital crimes can avoid living crimes.

As a sinner, the old man suggested that Si Gun should be exiled to the end of the canyon.

There he will face the attack of the beast, and the tribe will never give him any support.

After all, the prestige of the clan elders had some effect. Although the angry crowd wanted Si Gun to die now, they finally chose to keep throwing stones and mud at Si Gun to get him out of the tribe.

Si Gun was like a walking dead, no matter how those people humiliated him, he just walked out of the tribe in a dull manner.

Whether it is right or wrong, success or failure is turned around, and fame and fortune are all in the land.

The world is hot and cold, but that's all.

At this moment, a thin child squeezed out from the crowd.

The child's face was flushed with anger, he looked at Si Gun's sad back, and chased after him with red eyes:

Father, wait for me!

I am your son, no matter what happens, I will bear it with you!

Hearing that immature voice, Si Gun's footsteps stopped.

He turned his head and squeezed out an ugly smile on his face:

It's Dayu...