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In the end, the young man was imprisoned on the execution ground by his tribe, with his arms wrapped around a round wooden pillar, and a thick rattan was tied around his wrist.The young man exhausted his energy and sat on the ground with his head bent and his legs leaning against a pillar.

The unbridled laughter intertwined with the sound of singing and dancing, rang in the young man's ears.Young people pay attention to searching for the voice of young people, but they don't get any results.

Grief, anger, killing intent, the young man was full of complex emotions, and unconsciously stared at the grass and trees in the dark.

At night, the bonfire squeaked, and the mouth of a large pot placed on the fire was billowing with mist.

A middle-aged clansman walked to the execution ground with a smoky smell all over his body, came to the side of the young man's voice, chatted with the young man in a low voice, knelt down and untied the cane that bound the young man.Hearing this, the young man's eyes widened instantly, his teeth clenched and his fists clenched.The tribe seemed to be trying to pat the young man on the shoulder kindly, but was pushed away by the young man forcefully.

The young man stumbled to his feet and left the execution ground.The middle-aged clansman got up and cursed on the spot.

Passing the tribe's central playground, the young man's staring eyes lingered between the bonfire and the cauldron.Seeing the young man, an old woman walked towards him tremblingly with a clay bowl, opened her mouth and handed the clay bowl over.The young man froze for a moment, and avoided the only food he could get all day.

The young man didn't know where he was going. After being tripped by a stone and fell to the ground, the young man regained his senses and found that he was already outside the house.

The young man stood up numbly and entered the room.

Lying on the straw mat, the young man only felt his whole body was cold, and there was no longer that small breath, no longer that warm body... The young man accidentally touched a hard object, and then touched the collar hanging around his neck.

The young man pressed the circle with both hands, as if he wanted to press it into his own skin and bones.

The young man bowed his head and let out a suppressed roar.

This unexpected "harvest" caused the tribe to have a carnival. It was rare for the patriarch to kindly not punish the young man who left the prey privately, but the young man clearly realized that the food he received every day was not as good as before.The clan's avoidance of one of the patriarchal candidates has become increasingly pronounced.

Young people living alone are becoming more and more indifferent.

A few years later, the young man is a cold but reliable figure in the eyes of his tribe.

Perhaps no one remembers how desolate this young man was a few years ago, but today's young man is the most capable heir to the patriarch in the tribe.

One day, everyone successfully hunted a beast, and the whole tribe celebrated with joy.The young man sat in a corner away from the bonfire and watched the tribe eat the huge animal. The priest peeled off a large piece of animal skin, put it on the shelf, and muttered words that only he understood.

The patriarch has gone back to rest, and the clansmen in the festive atmosphere on the event field obviously have more to say.

The young man put his hands on the ground and was about to get up and go home. A hand was stuck out from the dark, and the fingertips lightly touched the back of the young man's hand.The young man turned his head, and a woman's shadow was reflected in his calm eyes.

The woman looked at the young man openly, and the young man returned his indifferent gaze.

The firelight drew swaying black shadows on the faces of the two, and the night was deserted.

Noon of the second day.

A woman crouched under the stage, naked, muttering and begging.

The young man was tied to a log in the execution ground, covered in blood, and turned his head to ignore the patriarch on the stage.The middle-aged clansmen formed a circle, and the only sound was the sobbing of women on the execution ground.

The patriarch raised the bow and arrow in his hand, and when the bow was full, he narrowed his eyes and loosened his fingers.

The young man was raising his eyes, when the wind suddenly passed, and the arrow had pierced his left eye.Suddenly a stone flew over and disrupted the path of the arrow shaft. The arrow shaft failed to pierce the young man's skull and bite into the log, but fell to the side in embarrassment.

Immediately, shouts and questions erupted from the onlookers, and there was a crowd of people for a while.

Suddenly, a spear pierced into the high platform at the patriarch's feet, and everyone looked at him at the same level. They didn't see the patriarch's face turn pale at that moment, but they just looked for the vagrant even more panicked.

After a while, the patriarch stood proudly on the high platform, looking awe-inspiringly at a young man among the crowded clansmen being pushed and detained to the execution ground.

The young man's face was bloody, and he reluctantly raised his head to look at the savior, and recognized that this was a descendant of the elder in the clan who was familiar with him.

The young man broke away from the clansman who was detaining him, and straightened his back to face the clan leader on the high platform.

The patriarch showed an unfriendly smile, and confessed: This woman is at your disposal, kill those two people.Turn around and lead the entourage away.

Among the clansmen in a circle, some men showed ecstatic expressions. After all, some of them might not be able to get close to any woman in this life.Immediately, the red-eyed men rushed towards the two men on the execution ground with hideous faces.

The young man quickly snatched a wooden stick, and fought all the way to the young man's side to protect him.

The young man roared angrily amid splashes of blood and sweat, and a female scream overwhelmed the young man's voice.More than a dozen men on the execution ground turned their heads to look at the overwhelmed, struggling and crying woman by the stage, and immediately turned and dropped the two of them.

For a front position, the men crowded around the stage fought fiercely, taking advantage of the chaos, the young man loosened the rope for the young man, carried the young man on his back and fled into the jungle.

The man's savage quarrel and fight and the woman's hoarse cry were all left behind by the two of them.

The next day, when the patriarch announced to the tribe with a livid face that the two had been expelled from the tribe, the young man and the young man had already crossed the jungle.

The young man took the young man to wash the blood on his body by the water, and the young man instructed the young man to find some herbs and apply it on the stabbed left eye.

Just like many generations of grievances and rights that have been repeated in history, young people express their absolute sincerity to young people, and young people should take revenge and take power.

The young man raised his hand to caress the collar on his neck, and looked at the young man's right eye, which had regained its clarity and previous sternness.

The young man couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of expectation.

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