My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 209 Born to be a demon clan's ration, why struggle?
The settlement of Baixi tribe.

Dozens of rammed-earth thatched houses are protected by sharp wooden fences, leaving only a wooden gate and a small circular flat land.

Burned charcoal and pottery such as clay pots and bowls are placed on the ground.

There are also many bamboo tables and chairs.

These are all things that Han Shou used to obtain the merits of heaven.

This place is far away from Shouyang Mountain for hundreds of millions of miles, but it has been passed down here for hundreds of years, and it has become a common tool for the human race.

The speed of news transmission of the prehistoric human race obviously does not only rely on word of mouth from person to person, there must be a set of fast communication methods.

on level ground.

More than 60 human races were scattered in all directions, secretly looking at Han Shou expressionlessly.

The seven adults, who were blue and swollen all over, looked like zombies lying on the bamboo bed, with more air intake and less air output.

A two-meter tall man, about fifty years old, burly like a male, stared at Han Shou closely, his face turning blue and white.

The giant man kept scanning the baby girl in Han Shou's arms, and finally snorted at Pan Jing beside him:
"through!"

"It's a big mistake for you to disregard the lives of your fellow clansmen for your own selfishness. Now it's a crime to attract foreigners to enter Baixi without permission!"

"Thinking that you haven't made a big mistake yet, bring the baby girl back to the Fengfeng Mountain Demon Lord to get it, and I will spare you once!"

Pan Jing's face was pale, and he looked at the seven clansmen who were lying on the bamboo bed, his lips murmured and he couldn't say a word of rejection.

"Wow wow..."

The baby girl in her arms suddenly woke up and cried loudly.

Han Shou took it easy, pretending to take it out from his bosom, but actually took out a yellow leather gourd from the space ring.

Inside the yellow-skinned gourd is the congenital spiritual liquid.

"Battababa~"

Gently dripping a drop of congenital spirit liquid into the baby's mouth, the baby girl stopped crying immediately, widened her pure and flawless round eyes, and smacked her small mouth.

Seeing this little baby girl, Han Shou suddenly thought of Fu Ling'er.

Back then, when he picked up Fu Ling'er, he was only a year or two older than the baby girl. It's not like he hasn't done things like feeding animals before.

A trace of mana flowed from the other hand holding the baby girl, slowly penetrating into the baby girl's body, helping her digest that drop of innate spiritual liquid.

The baby girl was fed a drop of congenital liquid, and soon began to sleep soundly again.

While mobilizing mana, Han Shou meticulously tempered the baby girl's fragile body, and said calmly:

"You... that's what the leader of my human tribe did?"

"Personally dedicate the future of the clan to the monster clan as food, and personally lead a tribe of hundreds of people to gradually exterminate."

"Would it be possible to obtain the benefits promised by the embarrassing monster after all the members of the Baixi tribe die?"

The big man was furious, and roared: "Full of nonsense!"

"Who exactly are you?"

"Within a hundred miles, there is no human race except Baixi. This river of Fangfeng is filled with miasma and poison, and it is full of poisonous insects and monsters. How did you get here alone?"

"You... are transformed from the monster race!"

The big man suddenly roared: "Ah Jiu, light the incense and tell the Holy Mother that there are monsters who want to harm my human race!"

Not far away, a middle-aged woman and child with unkempt hair protruded from a thatched hut enshrining the Goddess Nuwa.

In today's prehistoric times, regardless of the size of the human tribes, temples dedicated to the Goddess Nuwa have become standard configurations!

Although this temple is a rammed earth thatched house.

"Eh!"

The women and children turned around without hesitation, took out three sticks of incense, mixed them with ash and rubbed them into simple incense sticks, and lit the incense sticks close to the burning torch on the wall.

The big man crossed his arms and sneered: "Wu Na Monster Race, if you don't leave Baixi, then wait for the Holy Mother to be angry!"

Han Shou laughed dumbfounded.

The big man sneered: "The seat of the Holy Mother is indestructible, protected by the boundless mana of the Empress, which is enough to tell the Empress before you break the door."

"You... have no chance to kill me Baixi again!"

"I advise you not to become angry from embarrassment. If you kill our entire family, you will not be able to escape the thunder method that the empress will send down after she is enraged."

"It's not easy for the Yaozu to practice psychic practice, so don't make mistakes!"

With a chill on Han Shou's face, he calculated slightly and knew the identity of the big man:

"A member of the Baixi Tribe --- Du?"

The big man punched himself in the chest with a "bang" and said brazenly, "Not bad!"

"My name is 'Du', and I am the chief of the tribe!"

"I know that the Yaozu has countless harmful secret spells. If you know my name, you can kill me. So what?"

"Xiao Jiu, when I die, remember to burn incense and tell the Holy Mother that if I die for no reason, I must have been poisoned by the demon clan!"

In the thatched hut enshrining the Goddess Nuwa, there was a voice of gnashing teeth: "Here!"

"Wow~"

There was a commotion among dozens of people in the tribe, and they all stared at Han Shou with evasive fear and hidden hatred.

Han Shou looked around, but none of the humans dared to look at him.

Only the eyes of "Du" flickered, and he looked at him for half a breath, and then subconsciously avoided.

Han Shou hated, grieved and angry at these timid humans who hated but dared not face each other.

Hate him for being cowardly and courageous, lament for his ignorance and not seek thinking, and anger for his blindness and not fight.

If all the human races in the prehistoric world are like this, then the human race...will really have the day to become the protagonist of the world?
What about the wisdom of the human race?

What about the courage of the human race?

What about the struggle of the human race?

What about the self-improvement of the human race?

I didn't see any of the above racial characteristics.

After nearly 40 years of hard work, has the human race become like this?

Han Shou very much hoped that the Baixi tribe in front of him was just a special case, but in three days he had traveled hundreds of millions of miles across the prehistoric region, and he had seen [-] or [-] human tribes.

For example, the human tribes of the Baixi tribe are really normal and have a common characteristic!

"Hahahaha..." Han Shou suddenly laughed angrily.

The eyes are like knives, and a pair of pupils gradually show signs.

"What a leader of the tribe who is dedicated to the human race!"

"On the one hand, he bowed his knees and did not hesitate to cut off the continuation of the tribe and begged for the protection of the monster race, and on the other hand, he pulled the tiger's skin and pulled the banner to save his life, full of impassioned speech!"

"What a group of descendants who have let down the achievements of their ancestors!"

Han Shou roared sharply: "Does anyone remember how the third ancestor of the human race led the human race to struggle to survive in the prehistoric world full of liches?"

"Who still remembers that generation after generation of ancestors traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers in order to gain the power to protect themselves, even though they knew they would get nothing, they still sacrificed their lives to worship famous mountains and visit fairy trails, just to learn the method of practice and pass it back to the human race? "

"Who still remembers, in order to obtain the body-refining method of the witch clan, how many ancestors did not hesitate to be corroded into dust by the power of the earth's turbidity, and still remained steadfast?"

"Decades ago, there was still a shaman in the human tribe. Now, where is the shaman of Baixi?"

"Although the method learned by the old shaman is insignificant, it was exchanged bit by bit for the lives of countless ancestors of the human race. What is the inheritance and continuation of the tribe?"

Han Shou's voice was like thunder rolling in the spring, and it shook a thousand miles around.

The people of the Baixi Tribe looked at Han Shou blankly, and their numb eyes gradually became more lively.

A few people bowed their heads silently, clenching their teeth tightly.

At this time, the only witch elder in the Baixi tribe who controlled a little superficial witchcraft, who was extremely important to the continuation and inheritance of the human tribe, had fallen as early as 30 years ago.

And those who studied with Elder Wu, who had some slight talents, had already died.

In the tribe, there were still objects used to inherit witchcraft, but without children, it was impossible to select a witch elder who regained the inheritance of witchcraft from among them.

In the past 30 years, the lack of the tribe's most intelligent elder Wu, who was also responsible for guiding the development of the human tribe, has also become one of the reasons why the Baixi tribe has fallen to this point.

The atmosphere in the tribe was unprecedentedly oppressive.

The patriarch "Du" had an ugly expression on his face, he was at a loss for words and didn't know how to answer, his face was faintly blue.

At this moment, a hoarse voice with a crying sound roared: "Our human race is inherently weak, and when it comes to fighting with force, it is not even as good as a horned bull!"

"Compared to deceit and secret techniques, it can't compare to monsters, spiritual plants, or even plants and poisonous insects!"

"In addition to the poisonous miasma all over the land, there are also countless mandrill ghosts that can easily kill us!"

"We... we are born to be the rations of the monster clan!"

"What else can I do besides accepting my fate?"

As soon as these words came out, dozens of human races showed painful and resigned faces at the same time.

Han Shou raised his eyes, "I'm so stupid!"

"Du" reacted at this moment, and roared: "That's right!"

"Since we can only be used as rations for the monster race when we were created, why should we struggle in vain?"

"This is the destiny of our human race!"

As a human race, Han Shou and the Honghuang human race belonged to the same race, so how could he not expect the human race to become stronger, so he felt heartbroken.

"absurd!"

"The Holy Mother, Nuwa, abandoned the Yaozu for the sake of the human race, causing the Yaozu to be defeated by the Wuzu!"

"Being a human race, the empress did not hesitate to tell the prehistoric people that all tribes of the human race would enshrine her as a god. Once a tribe is wiped out, they can burn incense and pray to her for help."

"Just from this point, who can say that the Holy Mother created the human race to increase the rations of the monster race?"

"Who dares?"

Han Shou said violently: "Human race, what is the biggest weapon?"

"It's wisdom!"

"Retreat when you are in trouble, and accept it, is your wisdom?"

"Why did the poisonous miasma arise and how to eliminate it, who has tried it with great courage like the predecessors?"

"Is it your wisdom to exchange babies for the demon clan to save them?"

"The patriarch 'Du' has sinister and selfish intentions, but has anyone ever questioned and protested?"

"Is this also your wisdom?"

"Boom~"

Dozens of clansmen were stunned, their sluggish eyes gradually regained their spirits, and their expressions changed, staring at "Du" intently.

Apparently, Han Shou's roar finally made this lifeless human tribe gradually... come alive again.

(End of this chapter)