Chapter 1320

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

"Gods do not save people; people save themselves."

"Gods want to kill people; people kill gods."

"It's just that simple!"

On the empty space, silence lasted for a long while.

No one spoke.

Only the rustling of wind blowing through tree leaves, and the rushing sound of the stream in the distance.

For the mortals of this era who seek the protection of gods, even an inadvertent glance at a god's statue would feel like a form of disrespect.

Yet now, Xu Zhangqing actually had them "slay a god."

Such a thing was not only incomprehensible for the moment, but even unacceptable.

After all, in the eyes of most people, gods have always been high and mighty.

Powerful, towering — those are their synonyms.

"What do we do now?"

"With the god gone, will another new god come?"

"Xi Bo is dead; will we suffer retaliation?"

For a moment, the people in the tribe were anxious and uneasy.

At this time, a voice came from another direction:

"How lively!"

Xu Zhangqing abruptly turned his head.

At the village entrance, for some unknown time, there was an extra person.

A sturdy build.

Bronze-colored skin.

A short beast-skin tunic, a bone dagger tucked at his waist.

It was precisely that mysterious man from ten years ago, who mocked the human race and his own dullness.

Unexpectedly, after ten years passed, his appearance hadn't changed a bit.

Still that same lazy standing posture, still that same half-smiling, half-not expression.

He held his arms across his chest, his gaze passing over everyone and landing on Xi Bo's shattered statue, and couldn't help but let out a whistle.

"Yier~"

"Not bad."

"Haven't seen you in ten years, and you even dare kill a god now!"

Someone immediately stood out: "N-no... it wasn't us who killed him, it was him who killed him!"

But soon another person stood out: "No, it was us who moved together!"

Regarding this, the mysterious man smiled, then turned his gaze onto Xu Zhangqing.

He re-examined him with a couple of looks, and the amusement in his eyes grew thicker.

Xu Zhangqing was also looking at the other party, but did not speak.

Ten years ago, this man said his "spirit was commendable, pity he was too stupid."

Ten years later, he not only stood here, but also killed Xi Bo in front of everyone.

Actually, everyone was very curious about who exactly the mysterious man was.

But because Xi Bo had just died, they didn't dare ask randomly, afraid of offending someone.

The mysterious man shrugged: "I saw everything you just did.

Very afraid, right?

The god is dead; who will bless us with favorable weather from now on?

What will we do if floods come again?

What will we do when calamities descend?"

No one answered.

But many people's eyes had already given the answer.

Yes, that's exactly what they feared.

Even to the point of being at a loss about the future.

"Let me tell you what to do."

The mysterious man raised a finger, and said seriously: "When it rains, hide in mountain caves.

If the cave collapses, build shelters.

If the shelter leaks, build houses.

If you're cold, strip beast skins to make clothes.

If you fear floods, build your houses on high ground.

If you fear wild beasts, sharpen your stone axes."

He paused, the smile at the corner of his mouth fading a few degrees: "Today, you witnessed with your own eyes that gods can die too, so you should understand.

Gods are not fit to govern men.

Men should not live on their knees.

What ought to be learned, go learn it yourselves.

What ought to be solved, find a way to solve it yourselves.

Never wait for a god to save you, never wait for a man to save you.

Those who save themselves — man's will conquers heaven!

Hearing these words, everyone's hearts grew even more complex.

Rely on ourselves?

Can that really work?

The mysterious man glanced at Xu Zhangqing once more: "Continue on your road, don't stop.

Once you start, there is no road back."

Having spoken, he turned and walked toward the Left Side.

Xu Zhangqing finally could not hold back, and asked: "Who exactly are you?"

This answer, he had wanted to know for ten years.

Pity, Previously there was never a chance, now he absolutely did not want to miss it.

The mysterious man waved his hand without turning his head: "I am called... Sui!"

"Sui?"

Hearing this, Xu Zhangqing and Zhang Daoxuan involuntarily met each other's gaze.

Zhang Daoxuan frowned: "I seem to... have heard this name before."

Xu Zhangqing fell into memory: "This back... where have I seen it!"

However, both men remembered this name.

Sui came suddenly, left quietly.

Xu Zhangqing withdrew his gaze, then let his gaze fall upon those fellows who had just been wielding stone axes and bone knives, brandishing them at the tribe's old and weak.

Sensing Xu Zhangqing's cold gaze, these people were all startled.

With a "putong" sound, one by one, they all knelt on the ground.

Weapons right beside them or in their hands, yet not a shred of courage to wave them again.

"These people."

Xu Zhangqing asked the man: "What do you intend to do?"

The man blanked for a moment.

He had not expected this question would be thrown onto his own head.

Subconsciously he glanced at Xu Zhangqing, then at Zhang Daoxuan, as if confirming.

Zhang Daoxuan nodded: "Yes, it's you!"

The man took a deep breath, only then looking toward that group opposite.

The stone-axe man raised his head, happening to meet his gaze.

The two men's gazes collided in mid-air.

The stone-axe man seemed scalded, abruptly lowering his head.

"Spare our lives!"

"We were forced too!"

"It was Xi Bo who forced us!"

"Right, if we didn't obey we'd die!"

Whether the stone-axe man or the dozen-plus behind him, all began kowtowing.

The sound of foreheads striking mud was dull, urgent, yet rang out in unison.

Dong dong dong!

Zhang Daoxuan watched the rising and falling backs of heads, hmphed from his nose: "Besides kneeling and kowtowing, what else can you do?"

At these words, the kowtowing sounds stopped abruptly.

But no one dared raise their heads, each maintaining the posture of forehead pressed to ground.

Zhang Daoxuan was quite displeased: "How many times have you knelt in this life?"

Still no one answered.

Or rather, no one dared answer.

After all, they no longer had a god backing them.

Zhang Daoxuan grew even more dissatisfied, saying harshly: "Xi Bo said you're a bunch of insects, so you're willing to be insects?

Now Xi Bo is dead, and you kneel to us.

Is it that whoever stands here, you kneel to them?

Gods can control you, men can control you.

Only you yourselves have never governed yourselves!"

These people are simply beyond saving.

Another stretch of silence.

The man looked at this group kneeling on the ground, looking for a long time.

Among these people were his clansmen, his distant relatives, and friends who had grown up together before going their separate ways.

His heart was still quite complicated at this moment.

"You."

The man opened his mouth, his voice somewhat hoarse: "Raise your head!"

The stone-axe man slowly raised his head, his face covered in a mixture of mud and tears, his features twisted beyond recognition.

"Xi Bo, let you solve us!"

"But you didn't make a move just now!"

"You didn't kill us, so we won't kill you either!"

Hearing this, the stone-axe man's eyes suddenly lit up.

His body involuntarily leaned forward, the words in his mouth about to spill out.

But the man's next sentence made him shudder: "But you, from now on, cannot stay in Bu Luo anymore."

"Today, you were forced by Xi Bo to kill us."

"Tomorrow, you could be forced by another god to do it all over again."

"I dare not gamble your next time on the lives of so many people inside Bu Luo."

"Bring up your own things, go as far as you can, and never come back!"