Wolf boy

The wolf god is a young man. He peeled off the knotted cloth, stretched out his head, and looked at all living beings.

It turns out that the "god" is also a "human being", and the broken skin drum was blown by the wind from the altar to the "beating" sound.

The old wizard wanted to inform his clansmen to prepare a banquet to entertain the newly arrived boy. It seemed that he was different from the ordinary gods. He didn't like to eat blood deer, maybe he loved human food more. This was the only thing he had ever seen in his life.

But Ah Tong refused, he shook his head at the old man through a layer of thin old cloth strips.

"No, I have to go when I'm done."

He did not step down from the altar, nor did he appear in front of the crowd. He was summoned by the blood, but his natural perception also told him to stay away from these crowds. This layer of knotting is a barrier, separated by the distance of two races and beliefs, This has been the case since ancient times.

The old wizard didn't say much anymore, he obeyed the will of "God", so he put down the blood deer, and knelt down on the ground again tremblingly, telling his long-standing prayers.

He didn't beg for the prosperity of the clan and gold and silver. He didn't know that even if he begged, this young man with his buttocks and the cloth strips looking down would not be able to achieve his wish. The two pieces of silver were given by the man standing far away...

According to ancient etiquette, he lowered his head and spoke with difficulty, interspersed with a few mantras.The wish of their entire group is that the creatures in this land can survive. The land is getting more and more dry, and the water and grass are getting thinner. The animals that stop here and refuse to leave are just like them, the witches, struggling to survive.

Ah Tong tilted his head slightly, and his eyes were golden. At this moment, there was no human characteristic in his eyes, and the vertical pupils were narrowed, more like a beast. The young man distinguished these unskilled mantras , Then, he also replied with the truth.

"good"

When it was time to leave, "God" blinked and returned to his human appearance.Ah Tong looked at the old witch in shabby clothes, and the men, women and children kneeling on the hillside in the distance, he thought for a while, and then said to him.

"I'm going to take them away, and you should take your clansmen to leave too. The grassland is vast and there is nowhere else to live."

The old wizard nodded, and then shed tears, "My lord, this may be the last time my family calls you. The inheritance of self will be broken, and no one will speak the truth again."

Ah Tong also nodded, "Okay, I will leave this place eventually." His home is not here, maybe he won't be able to hear it when he returns to Dongshan.

"Lead your people to live well." Having faith is a good thing, but times have changed, and gods have finally turned into humans. They were born under the same world, and they all have to rely on themselves to move forward.

Ah Tong was about to leave, but suddenly stopped, he asked the wizard, "Can you cure people's diseases?"

The wizard was a little surprised, but he answered truthfully, "The people in the clan have some minor illnesses and pains, and I can pick herbs to cure them." In fact, as a priest, as a priest, he still spends most of his time treating diseases or teaching weaving techniques for the clansmen.

Hearing this, Ah Tong scratched his head. He turned to look at Zong Shuo who was leaning on the mountain wall, and whispered to the man, "Hey! Zong Shuo, go and let him see, in case it can be cured!"

However, Zong Shuo had already understood the scene before him, so he waved his hand at Ah Tong. Their "gods" were still helpless, let alone these small tribal wizards who had no contact with the outside world.

Ah Tong asked the old wizard, "Can you detoxify?"

The old man shook his head, "My lord, the ancient medical art books have long been lost. According to my previous shaman, there used to be a branch of the gods, specialized in medicine and art, and the name of the shaman came from it. We just use its name. That's all."

Ah Tong nodded, bid farewell to the old man, and walked away slowly.

The boy's eyes were still golden animal pupils, Zong Shuo waited for him to walk towards him.

In the end, the man followed in the boy's footsteps and went up to a higher mountain.

Ah Tong is going to replace his ancestors, and he has to fulfill the last promise, and then it's over.

He climbed to the top of the highest rock. The grassland was originally higher than the Central Plains, and the mountain where the altar was located was even higher. When he arrived here, the surroundings were gradually shrouded in clouds and mist, as if in a fairyland.

But the air was also thin, and Zong Shuo felt a little difficult. He leaned against the stone wall and watched Ah Tong squatting on the top of the mountain, with his big moon-white tail clinging to his body, and with wolf ears behind his back, looking up to the sky and howling.

Zong Shuo finally knew why this race was called "God". The howling sound of wolves could penetrate people's hearts and make their hearts surge, and it could also penetrate the sky and spread far and wide.

Halfway up the mountain, in the Krew tribe, the whole clan knelt down to listen to the voice of the wolf god. They knew that they finally got a response.

And the borrowed creatures on this barren and dry land also stopped in place and listened.

In the end, skinny moose, gazelle, wild horse, mink bear, wild boar, pika and marmot carrying their belongings out of the hole, lynx, fox, musk deer, leopard, black bear and other animals with dull fur gradually gathered in this place. Down the mountain, quietly waiting for the migration.

After Ah Tong howled a few times, he still raised his neck.The sunlight through the clouds shone on his body, and his golden eyes shone brightly against the bright light.

Zong Shuo looked at Ah Tong with good eyes, and there were stars in his eyes. It was a ball of fire and a ray of light, and he showed the color of stars.

There are so many feelings in a man's heart, a thousand fires and ten thousand lamps are not as bright as a single star, a thousand roads and ten thousand bridges are not as long as one section of the Milky Way.

Then Xingchen smiled and turned his face to the side, talking to him, "Zong Shuo, I will take them to the southeast, the direction is in my heart, let's go together."

Ah Tong knew that Zong Shuo was going to the holy mountain in the southeast, and his innate intuition told him that these animals could live there, and there must be plenty of water, grass and food.

Zong Shuo stepped forward irresistibly, embraced Ah Tong, and held him tightly in his arms. Sometimes this young man was far away from him, and sometimes very close.

But right now, surrounded by illusory and floating clouds, he wants to hold this flexible body tightly and hug him, lest this is just a piece of light and love imagined by himself during years of painful struggle.

Zong Shuo clung to Ah Tong's cheek, pressed against his forehead and said.

"it is good."

He wanted to accompany Ah Tong to the end of the mountain, the end of the sea, and the end of life.

The man knows that he loves him, loves him very much.