Chapter 33 Inheritance
The next day, in the fire pit of the wild world, the flaming Buddha statue reappeared, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere, saving the people within a mile of the West Mountain.

After this enlightenment, Zhou Tieyi was obviously not as tired as yesterday. This was also the result of a small breakthrough in martial arts yesterday.

Zhou Tieyi felt no pressure, so the pressure naturally came to Xishan White Tiger.

In the cave, the white tiger looked anxiously in the direction of the fleeting light of the campfire.

What made him even more uneasy was that the power of the earth veins flowing out of the cave was obviously less.

The entire West Mountain is only four hundred miles in area. One mile today, one mile tomorrow, what about the day after tomorrow?
Although Baihu had never studied mathematics, he still understood that it would not be long before the power of the entire Xishan earth veins would no longer be under his control.

Never allow the enemy to become stronger!

The white tiger roared in a low voice, with hatred, anger, worry and determination mixed in its eyes.

A moment later, his huge body leaped out of the cave and nimbly disappeared into the forest.

He had to go to the mountains and gather the wild animals together, which was not an easy task.

If he wanted to raise a beast tide of sufficient size in the cold winter, even for him, it would take two or three days.

Otherwise, he could have started a beast tide at any time, and that group of humans would not have been able to plot against him that day!
"God, I have asked the tribesmen to re-equip the traps and weapons. According to your request, the meat supply for the next four days will be more sufficient. Everyone will also adjust their rest time to daytime, but that will only shorten the time we can hold out."

The witch respectfully reported the current situation of the tribe.

"Don't worry, the tiger can't take it anymore."

Zhou Tieyi's voice was filled with a smile. He possessed some of the authority of the Lord of West Mountain. When the white tiger in the mountain was about to drive away the beast tide, he had already sensed it.

What is more important is the change in the luck of the people in the tribe. The vigorous white luck of most people has been tinged with a layer of deep red, but this deep red is not entirely a manifestation of a sudden increase in luck.

Around many people's clouds, various shapes of ferocious beasts lurking in the darkness appeared, adding many unexpected events to the fortunes of the tribesmen.

But this is inevitable. If you want to survive in this wild world and live well, how can you avoid danger?

Zhou Tieyi's affirmative voice gave Wu and others considerable confidence, and they left the campfire and returned to the tribe.

Wu specifically called Mu into his room.

Mu Xing asked excitedly, "Wu, do you have any instructions? If not, I will go to practice martial arts."

The people of the wilderness have extremely strong physical fitness. If they have enough meat, it is estimated that they can successfully break through to the ninth level of martial arts within two months.

"wait."

Wu coughed twice.

Then he found a red-dyed earthenware jar from the storage shelf in the corner. The jar was sealed tightly. The witch directly broke the lid, and inside were black pills with a pungent fishy smell.

Mu didn't know what this was. Before the god awakened, this branch of the Tauren tribe was able to live safely at the foot of the West Mountain and plot against the mountain master, all thanks to the inherited secret medicine 'Snake Blood Pill'.

This kind of pill requires hunting down a ten-meter-long python, taking the python's gallbladder and blood, and then mixing it with various herbs.

Taking a snake blood pill can greatly enhance the strength of the soldiers, but after using it, there will be a period of weakness of about two days.

"Distribute these snake blood pills to the soldiers later, three pills per person."

There was a hint of surprise in Mu's eyes. First, the snake blood pills were precious, and that kind of big python was not easy to hunt. Second, although taking multiple snake blood pills could make the warriors stronger, there was also a risk of sudden death.

The witch explained, "People in the tribe have tried it before. One snake blood pill will make a person weak for two or three days. Two snake blood pills will make a person weak for seven days. Three snake blood pills is the limit. Half of the people will die suddenly after using it."

"But that was our previous limit." Wu's voice was full of spirit. "Since the gods taught us martial arts training, the strength of the tribal warriors has increased significantly in the past few days. They should be able to withstand more drugs. I estimate that the possibility of sudden death will be reduced by half." Mu nodded vigorously. "I will tell them to use it at the critical moment...but don't we tell the gods about this?"

He remembered that Wu had not mentioned this matter in his reports these days.

There were looks of reverence, hope and other beautiful things in the witch's eyes, as if there was light in his eyes.

"No, Mu, did you notice?"

"What did you find?"

"Our God is so wonderful, so wonderful that it feels like I'm dreaming. All the things that the tribal witches said before never happened to our God. Just like God said, He is merciful and kind, so He does not use human sacrifices."

"But we all know that to survive in the wilderness, only by sacrificing generation after generation can we ensure the eternal existence of the tribe."

"If God takes the blame, let it be on me, because I hope our God can always be so good."

Mu heard the death in Wu's tone, and there was finally a trace of panic in his eyes, "Wu, you are the pillar of the tribe. If you need to sacrifice, let me go!"

Wu smiled, shook his head, and walked with Mu to the window. The warm winter sun shone in, and there were neatly stacked wooden boards.

Some of the wooden boards were carved a long time ago, with various pictograms on them. These were records of the tribe in the past, marking various knowledge, including the surrounding geography, trap making, sacrificial rituals, the appearance of herbs...

This knowledge needs to be passed on orally by the witch to the next generation, and a lot of it may be misinterpreted.

Some of the wooden boards were newly carved, with words written on them with charcoal. Although the words looked like children's handwriting, every stroke and every drawing was written with extreme care, and could accurately express all the knowledge they had learned.

During this period, he has been trying his best to transcribe, but unfortunately time is still insufficient, so he can only hand over this task to later generations.

"Mu, you have studied with me for ten years. You are now qualified to become the next generation of witch. What I am going to teach you now is the last inheritance of the tribe."

The witch moved the wooden boards one by one, and at the bottom was a piece of snow-white jade. On the jade, a complete ritual was carved with more delicate strokes.

In the center of the ceremony, a little man stabbed his chest with a sharp knife, picked up the ashes of his ancestors from the bonfire, mixed them with blood, and drew strange symbols.

These symbols are constantly changing even on the jade, as if they have life!
"Wu, maybe we don't need to sacrifice. God said He will lead us to victory."

“Yes, God will bring us victory.”

Wu's tone was more certain than ever before, "I'm just in case..."

"Do you know why I agreed to go into the mountains to hunt the mountain master's cubs?"

Mu's lips moved. It was he who brought up this matter in the first place.

Wu touched Mu's head, just like he taught Mu when he was a child, "I'm not blaming you. Just like you suggested at the time, even if we don't hunt down the mountain master, the mountain master will not let our god slowly revive."

"Today I will teach you the last thing you need to know as a witch. What is sacrifice?"

"sacrifice?"

Mu looked confused, "Isn't that a sacrifice to God?"

The witch shook his head and answered seriously, "It's not just a sacrifice to God. In order for the tribe to continue in this world, every witch must be prepared to pay a price for the decision when making it. This price needs to be borne by the witch or the entire tribe. This is sacrifice, and it is the reason why our tribe can still continue without the help of God!"

"At that time, I agreed to go into the mountain to hunt down the mountain master because I was ready to pay the price."

The golden light shone from the window onto the two people in the room, one was teaching seriously, and the other was learning seriously.

(End of this chapter)