I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

"It's not good, Grandpa is vomiting blood again!"

"Hurry up and find Uncle Lihu!"

"What can I do, the holy flame is gone, now Grandpa is gone too..."

Human voices are noisy.

"What's the matter?" A thin young man lying down slowly opened his eyes, "Where am I?"

The boy looked up and down around his surroundings, the optical fibers were dim, and they were all black and lacquered stones, and a bright spot was not far away.

"Cave?" The boy sat up and immediately clutched his back, "It hurts!"

"How did I fall here?" The young man put his hands on the bed and wanted to get out of the bed. He suddenly lowered his head and glanced. There was thatch underneath him, and beside the thatch, there was a colorful animal skin.

"Animal skin?" The young man was surprised, searching his memory carefully, "Is there still such a wild animal fur in Tibetan areas? Live in a cave?"

Before he could react, two people wearing furs walked into the cave and saw the newly awakened teenager.

The two were obviously taken aback, and then they looked surprised.

"Great, Mu Feng woke up!"

"Follow us to see Grandpa!"

Before the boy could see the two of them clearly, he "invited" the tow frame out of the hole.

"Take me to whom?" The young man was puzzled.

After leaving the cave, the light outside the cave made the young boy's eyes constrict. What caught his eye was the panicked crowd, and they all rushed to one place.

These people have shaggy hair, dressed in various animal skins, and their faces are dirty, making it difficult to see what they look like.

The boy was shocked in his heart: "What's the matter, how can there be such primitive residents in Tibetan areas?"

Someone saw the boy being framed by two people and exclaimed: "Look, Mu Feng is awake!"

The crowd voluntarily stepped aside, allowing the two to lead the teenager to pass through to a thatched hut.

The room is dimly lit again.

But the boy still saw that there were already several people standing in the house at this time, and several people gathered around an old man who was sitting next to the wooden pier.

The old man's eyes were half-squinted, and his face was haggard in the light of not too strong light, and there was still blood on his gray beard and hair.

At the first sight of the old man, the young man's information involuntarily appeared in his mind: grandpa, unknown surname, tribal chief, and the person who picked him up in the wild, was very good to him.

In addition to the old man’s information, the young man’s mind was like a movie, and all kinds of fragments of information emerged: people leaning on crutches, three-foot soil platform, and shouting around wild beasts...

The young man couldn't help but wondered how he had such a memory in his heart.

"Grandpa, Mu Feng is here!" someone shouted.

The old man opened his eyes, looked at the young man, and said, "Mufeng!"

The young man was still hesitating in his heart, but his body couldn't help but rushed to the old man's side, and said sadly: "Grandpa!"

The old man stretched out his hand and touched his head weakly, but didn't say a word. He slightly raised his head and looked at the people around him: "Where is Lihu?"

Before the words fell, the light in the thatched hut dimmed, and one person bent over and hurriedly shouted: "Grandpa, I'm here!"

A tower-like man walked up to the old man, knelt on one knee, and reached out to hold the old man's other hand: "Grandpa, are you okay?"

The old man shook his head slightly, his voice weak: "I don't have much time."

"Grandpa!" The voices of the surrounding people trembled together.

"Grandpa, there is nothing wrong with your old man. If something happens to you, what shall we do!" Lihu said excitedly.

The old man looked sad, but with a trace of stubbornness, he shook his head: "I can't help but you still have to live!"

Lihu clenched the old man's hand again, unwilling to say something else.

The old man raised his eyes and motioned, and Lihu shut up immediately.

He took a long breath, obviously to explain the funeral.

"After I die, Mu Feng will be the chief. You must respect him like me!"

Everyone shook together, but nodded in grief and indignation: "Yes!"

"The sacred flame has been lost. If you want to live, you can only move eastward."

Li Hu murmured: "Migrating east..."

But he nodded at the old man: "Yes!"

The old man then turned his gaze to the shocked young man in his heart: "Mufeng!"

The boy subconsciously responded: "Grandpa!"

It's just that he was shocked. He remembered that he was a historian of Jiangxia University who accidentally fell into a black cave when he was visiting Tibet to investigate the ancient Kunlun ruins.

But after waking up, he was in the cave and appeared in the crowd surrounded by primitive costumes.

Obviously, I crossed it!

From one cave to another, he appeared on a boy named Mu Feng!

And the memories of the boy flooded into his mind in an instant: the old man in front of him was the chief of the Jiang clan, who was seriously injured and dying.

The most terrible thing is that the "sacred fire" within the tribe was stolen!

Mu Feng thought that the old man treats him well, but he is better than relatives if he is not a relative. For a while, he felt sad and couldn't help crying, "Grandpa, don't have any trouble!"

The old man let go of Lihu's hand and slowly raised his hand to wipe his tears: "Silly boy, I will be the chief of the tribe from now on, so don't cry anymore!"

"Grandpa!" Mu Feng cried sadly.

Other people's voices also shouted sadly: "Grandpa!"

The old man shook his head gently, and put his hand on the young man's head: "Let me, this old man, do my last effort for this tribe, and I will rely on you in the future!"

Before Mu Feng could react, he suddenly felt that his scalp was tight, he could not help closing his eyes, and a mysterious message poured into his mind.

The people around were prepared and yelled together: "Grandpa!"

One person looked at Lihu: "The leader!"

Lihu’s face is even more miserable, but he shook his head firmly: "This is Grandpa's initiation of Mu Feng again. We will not break the chieftain's inheritance!"

"but……"

Lihu exhaled heavily and shouted in a low voice: "Nothing!"

...

I don't know how long it took, Mu Feng opened his eyes again, and he found that the old man's face was pale, and his chest that had been bullied at this time had gradually become less up and down.

The oil ran out and the lamp ran out-seeing that there was not much time left.

The faces of the people around were sad, but their eyes were full of hope, and they all looked towards Mu Feng.

Lihu took the lead and knelt on one knee, raising one hand to Mu Feng: "Chief!"

The others also knelt on one knee, like a tiger: "Chief!"

Mu Feng's heart was still shocked. As soon as he figured out what was going on, he became the warchief of this primitive tribe, and he took over such a mess!

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