Chapter 837 It should be given by the Virgin Mary
Some corpses had their stomachs hollowed out and their soft parts eaten, but the bodies were still alive and breathing.

"There are goblins attacking! Oh no! Oh no!" Fenghua was a little panicked and ran around the tribe aimlessly.

Murong Ji sighed. This was at the foot of Fengqi Mountain, in front of the Queen Nuwa Palace. They really didn't give this Saint Nuwa any face at all!
The human race probably does not occupy much position in Nuwa's heart, and will not let Nuwa turn against the demon race because of the human race. What's more, Nuwa herself is a member of the demon race.

The human race would not bring much benefit to Nuwa, so they were dispensable. In Murong Ji's opinion, it would be more practical to give them to the monsters as food.

It is cruel and realistic. Although Nuwa became a saint because of the human race, she also created the human race. So, the human race owes her.

If the human race rises up, who will dare to ignore Nuwa's face and attack the human race without reason? !

"Don't panic, save people first!"

Murong Ji's childish voice sounded from behind Feng Hua, which gave Feng Hua some purpose.

Following Murong Ji's instructions, Feng Hua searched for the living humans. Following Murong Ji's request, she mixed the herbs in proportion and began to treat the wounded.

Afterwards, according to Murong Ji's method, he deployed those who had escaped the disaster to help the wounded.

With unified command, things became quick and orderly, but there were big problems in communication.

Three thousand of the innate humans were born with their own language, but the remaining 120,000 people had almost no ability to speak.

It is already a great achievement to be able to understand what they mean, let alone be able to help.

When Xuandu and his men drove away the monsters and returned to the tribe, the tribe had almost been tidied up by Fenghua and his men.

At midnight, Murong Ji lay on the stone slab.

However, he could not sleep. The situation of the human race was very dangerous. Not to mention other things, the human race could be wiped out within these mountains.

The 120,000 innate humans, just because they are "innate", have a fatal attraction to the demon race. They are resources, one of the resources for the demon race to practice.

Otherwise, how could there be so many casualties? Murong Ji looked at the traces of the monster during the day. That level must have reached the level of becoming a spirit.

I'm afraid some big monsters have transformed into their original forms, pretending to be monsters, and are here to have a feast!

Murong Ji had no idea whether there were exactly 120,000 human beings. Anyway, he had never seen one. When he opened his eyes, he was either seeing dead people or on the way to death.

Murong Ji searched for his biological mother for several years but never saw her. He probably thought she died in an attack by a monster.

Up to now, more than half of the human race has died. They don't even have the qualifications to talk to the demon race. Besides being food, what else can they do?
Murong Ji sighed lightly, feeling powerless. If he were to popularize the skills he had practiced now, he would not be able to catch up in a short period of time. He felt helpless, but he had to do it.

[I wonder if what I have done will steal the credit from the saint!] As the thought came to his mind, Murong Ji's eyes became even colder.

A gust of wind blew by, making Murong Ji shiver with cold. In those days, even a piece of animal skin was hard to find, and finding suitable leaves to cover the body was something he could not even imagine.

Except for a few of them with names, they had higher status and were given priority in allocating resources. The rest of the human race were almost all naked, covered in hair, and no different from monkeys.

Not only do they have to worry about their next meal, but they also have to be on guard against becoming food. The conditions are very harsh, but there is nothing they can do.

Without qualifications, skills, or anything else, it was almost impossible for the human race to gain a foothold in this world.

No one knows whether they can survive tomorrow.

He turned his head to look at Xuannv who was sleeping beside him, and without saying a word, he climbed onto her belly. He brought the pair of hammers on her chest together and used them as a pillow.

If you don’t use the novice protection period, you’d be stupid.

I found a comfortable position, lay down, and fell into a deep sleep.

I was sleeping soundly when I was suddenly picked up by someone. "Jiang! You are pressing on me again! Why are you so restless when you sleep? You always climb on top of others!"

Murong Ji opened his sleepy eyes, glanced at Xuannv, then at Fenghua, and finally his gaze fell on Yao Ji again.

Comparing the two, you will know why. The pillow is of moderate height and comfortable to use.

Xuan Nu put Murong Ji down with a grumble, "I must sleep somewhere else next time. You little cub, you are so annoying!"

It's bright.

Murong was extremely hungry the whole morning and sat on a rock in a daze. He felt that he might not live to see the end of his cultivation before the age of seven and would starve to death.

The stone was still a little cold, so Murong Ji simply stood up and looked at the people in the tribe. Under the orderly command of Xuan Du and Shi Liuli, they began to rebuild the tribe's defense.

Murong Ji glanced around and thought that calling them a tribe was really overestimating these people.

It means occupying a cave, or digging out a cave, and everyone lives in the cave. The defense they build is nothing more than some branches to cover up the traces of life.

In order to prevent the monsters from finding them, what else could they do? Go up and fight with the monsters? Dislike the monsters for eating too much?

The Xiantian people are now almost dead. Of the 120,000 people, only 30,000 or 40,000 are left. Murong Ji stood up and walked towards a Xiantian who was smashing wood. When he was not paying attention, he grabbed his pulse.

For a moment, Murong Ji's face was filled with astonishment. This innate human being actually had no internal organs, but his digestive system was extremely simple, or it could be said that his digestive system was not comprehensive.

Murong Ji was a little confused, why?! Unsure, he checked his meridians and body again, and all his internal organs were intact.

He slowly exhaled a breath of foul air. He had never seen such a situation before. Who would have thought that the innate human race and the acquired human race were not the same species? ! !

He rubbed his forehead. It was not so easy to pass on his method to others. Some of the important key points of his practice were on the internal organs.

The innate human internal organs were not comprehensive, which made Murong Ji a little confused. [It seems that some changes should be made to the meridians. ]

Murong Ji investigated many people again, including, of course, several children of the acquired human race.

Indeed, innate humans and acquired humans are not the same species at all physically.

Murong Ji had no idea what the innate Taoist body was like. He didn't know whether Nuwa did it on purpose or Nuwa herself had incomplete internal organs. Murong Ji had no way of investigating these things.

After thinking for a long time, Murong Ji was too lazy to think about it anymore, and re-compiled a set of exercises based on the situation of the innate human race.

Instead of revising it and wasting time and effort, it is better to rewrite it based on his understanding.

Before going to bed, Murong Ji handed this technique to Xuan Du. As the patriarch of the human race, his prestige among the human race is almost unmatched by anyone else.

If he were to pass on his skills, it would be twice as effective with half the effort.

Xuan Du flipped through the animal skin in the moonlight and looked at Murong Ji in confusion, "Jiang, what are you going to do? And what are these... what are you drawing?"

"It is a bit difficult for us to hunt monsters, so we must cherish their fur and use it to keep warm. We must not waste it. Otherwise, children will freeze to death."

Murong Ji: "..."

It was only then that I realized that written words had not yet appeared, and there was even no achievement system for practicing meridians and various concepts.

Remember that this system was compiled based on Taoist exercises.

Even the underlying logic in Murong Ji's own cognition and the foundation of his techniques could never escape the Golden Elixir Method and Quanzhen Sect's stuff.

In Murong Ji's original world, this system was first created by Huangdi and Yandi, and was summarized after being improved by many predecessors.

However, during this period of time in the prehistoric world, the Three Pure Ones had not yet become saints, and it was unclear what the Zixiao Palace preached about.

The Taoist things are not systematic, and he really has no way to explain it clearly to these humans now, they don’t understand!

The biggest problem is that the spiritual intelligence is not awakened, the meaning is unclear, and all information cannot be effectively transmitted.

Murong Ji was so worried that he grimaced and couldn't sleep the whole night. If he wanted to guide the human race to practice cultivation, he had to gradually change and popularize their cognition.

The language barrier makes it impossible to describe and understand accurately. This is the biggest problem facing the human race right now.

"It's so annoying!" Murong Ji was not very good at teaching his disciples.

It's no problem to ask him to calm down and seclude himself for a hundred or eighty years, but asking him to calm down and teach a disciple for a month is almost the same as killing him.

"Don't think about it. Whatever happens, it's up to you. If it doesn't work, I'll use my hands to change their perceptions when my cultivation level is higher!"

Murong Ji lay down on the stone slab, and the cold feeling instantly penetrated his heart, making him shiver.

The weather is getting colder and colder. I wonder how many children of the human race will freeze to death. The innate human race is not afraid of the cold. Although they will not freeze to death, it will be very difficult for them to endure.

Murong Ji sighed softly, "What a sin!"

Unable to sleep, he sat up and glanced inside the cave, only to find that Xuannv had moved her sleeping place inside the cave, far away from Murong Ji, at some point in time.

The only animal skins were used to wrap the newborn baby.

Murong Ji sighed and crawled towards Yao Ji, found a comfortable position, and squeezed into her arms to keep warm.

As soon as the sky was getting light, Murong Ji saw Xuan Du and Shi Liuli sitting at the entrance of the cave.

The two seemed to be studying something. Murong Ji touched his shriveled stomach with a look of sorrow on his face. When had he ever suffered such pain?

He walked weakly behind the two men and watched them studying the martial arts book he had written.

"Xuan Du, where do you think Jiang got these things from?"

Xuandu and the other man did not notice anything unusual behind them and continued to look at the things on the animal skin. Xuandu said, "It should be a gift from the Holy Mother."

(End of this chapter)