I am the chief of a primitive tribe

"Oh no, Grandpa is vomiting blood again!"

"Hurry up and find Uncle Lihu!"

"What should we do? The holy fire is gone, and now Grandpa is going to die too..."

There was a lot of noise.

"What's going on?" A thin boy lying on the ground slowly opened his eyes, "Where am I?"

The boy looked around. The light was dim, and there were dark stones everywhere. There was a bright spot not far away.

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

"How did I fall here?" The boy supported himself with his hands and tried to get out of bed. He suddenly looked down and saw that he was covered with thatch. Next to the thatch was a colorful animal skin.

"Animal skin?" The boy was surprised and searched his memory carefully. "There are such animal skins in Tibet? Living in caves?"

Before he could react, two people wearing fur walked into the cave and saw the boy who had just woken up.

The two were obviously stunned, and then looked surprised.

"Great, Mufeng is awake!"

"Come with us to see Grandpa!"

Before the boy could see the two men clearly, he was dragged and carried out of the cave.

"Who are you taking me to?" The boy was puzzled.

After leaving the cave, the light outside the cave made the boy's eyes focus. What caught his eyes were the panicked people who ran to one place.

These people had fluffy hair, wore various animal skins, and had dirty faces. It was hard to see their specific appearance.

The boy was shocked: "What's going on? How can there be such primitive residents in Tibet?"

Someone saw the boy being carried by two people and exclaimed: "Look, Mufeng is awake!"

The crowd automatically made way for the two people to take the boy through and came to a thatched house.

The house was dim again.

But the boy still saw that there were already several people standing in the house, and several people were surrounding an old man who was sitting next to a wooden block.

The old man's eyes were half-closed, and even in the weak light, one could see that he looked haggard, and there were still traces of blood on his gray hair.

The first time he saw the old man, the boy's mind couldn't help but surge with information about him: Grandpa, whose surname is unknown, the chief of the tribe, who picked him up in the wild and treated him very well.

In addition to the information about the old man, the boy's mind was like a movie, with various fragments of information: people leaning on crutches, three-foot earthen platforms, shouting and screaming around wild animals...

The boy was stunned, wondering how he could have such a memory.

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

The old man opened his eyes, looked at the young man, and said with a weak breath: "Mufeng!"

The young man was still hesitating in his heart, but his body involuntarily threw himself to the old man and said sadly: "Grandpa!"

The old man reached out and touched his head very weakly, but did not speak. He looked up slightly and looked at the people around him: "Where is Li Hu?"

Before he finished speaking, the light in the thatched house dimmed, and a man bent over and came in, shouting hurriedly: "Grandpa, I'm here!"

A man like an iron tower 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, and his voice was weak: "I don't have much time left."

"Grandpa!" The voices of the people around him trembled together.

"Grandpa, you can't be in trouble. If you are in trouble, what should we do!" Li Hu said excitedly.

The old man looked miserable, but with a hint of stubbornness, he shook his head: "I have no choice, but you have to live!"

Li Hu held the old man's hand again, full of reluctance, and wanted to say something else.

The old man raised his eyes to signal, and Li Hu immediately shut up.

He took a long breath, obviously to explain his affairs.

"After I die, Mu Feng will be the chief, you must respect him as you respect me!"

Everyone was shocked, but nodded heavily in grief and indignation: "Yes!"

"The sacred fire has been lost, and the only way to survive is to migrate eastward."

Li Hu murmured: "Migrate eastward..."

But he nodded heavily to the old man: "Yes!"

The old man then turned his gaze to the shocked boy: "Mu Feng!"

The boy subconsciously responded: "Grandpa!"

But he was extremely shocked in his heart. He remembered that he was a historian from Jiangxia University, and he accidentally fell into a black cave when he went to Tibet to investigate the ancient Kunlun ruins.

But after waking up, he was in a cave, among a crowd of people in primitive clothing.

Obviously, he had traveled through time!

From one cave to another, he appeared in the body of a young man named Mu Feng!

And all the memories about the young man 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 worst thing is that the "holy fire" in the tribe was stolen!

Mu Feng thought that the old man was very good to him. He was not a relative but was better than a relative. He was so sad that he couldn't help crying: "Grandpa, please don't get into trouble!"

The old man let go of Li Hu's hand, raised his hand and slowly wiped his tears: "Silly boy, you will be the chief of the tribe in the future, don't cry anymore!"

"Grandpa!" Mu Feng shouted sadly.

Others also shouted miserably: "Grandpa!"

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

Mu Feng hadn't reacted yet, and suddenly his scalp tightened intuitively. He closed his eyes and a mysterious message flooded into his mind.

The people around him were embarrassed and shouted in unison: "Grandpa!"

One person looked at Li Hu: "Chief!"

Li Hu's face was even more miserable, but he shook his head firmly: "This is Grandpa giving Mu Feng a crown, we will not break the inheritance of the chief!"

"But..."

Li Hu exhaled heavily and said in a low voice: "No buts!"

...

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Feng opened his eyes again and found that the old man's face was pale, and his chest, which was originally still rising and falling, was gradually becoming less and less rising and falling.

The oil is running out - it can be seen that there is not much time left.

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

Li Hu took the lead and knelt on one knee, raised one hand and raised it to Mu Feng: "Chief!"

The rest of the people also knelt on one knee, like Li Hu: "Chief!"

Mu Feng was still shocked in his heart. He had just figured out what was going on, and he became the chief of this primitive tribe, and took over such a mess!