The Yin-Shang remnant tribe with hundreds of households was already quite a small tribe.

At this moment, their tribal chief is wearing that gorgeous feather on his head, sitting safely on that heavy wooden chair.

At this moment, to his left and right, there are more than a thousand people, men, women and children, who are watching a group of warriors draped in leather, who are bare-chested and bare-armed on the flat ground full of yellow sand, using There, their hips hit a sort of black, whirring sphere.

After each hit and score, accompanied by the filial piety and roar of the warriors, they would arouse the excited shouts and shouts of the onlookers of the Yin and Shang survivors.

And the tribal chief with a wrinkled face would also laugh happily, and just as he was looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, his eyes suddenly narrowed consciously.

He saw a dark shadow, and at first he thought it was a bird, but soon, the eyes of the tribal chief became exaggeratedly round.

What kind of ghost he saw, he saw it, it seemed to be a perfect circle, like the sun and the moon, and at this moment, it was slowly rising into the sky, at least ten miles away from where they were.

Soon, the tribal chief fell to the ground with horror on his face, raised his hands, and shouted loudly.

And the tribal priests who also noticed this scene also made the same gesture with the tribal chiefs, praying for the blessing of the gods they believed in.

Soon, all the men, women and children of the entire tribe fell down with fearful expressions on their faces.

"Honorable high priest, what is that..." The chief asked cautiously towards the respected high priest.

The tribal high priest saw the help-seeking gaze of the chief and those tribal leaders, and then looked at the round thing hanging in the sky.

This is completely beyond the divine system he knows, okay?

Although he didn't understand what it was, since Yuanhuhu was also a baby who could go to heaven, and the chief and the people of the tribe still needed to appease themselves, maybe...

"Perhaps, that is the lost child of the gods in the sky..."

The tribal high priest closed his eyes, hummed, and then began to tremble for a while, and then gave a simulated answer.

The tribal warrior who had won a few goals in a row just now raised his hand and gestured towards the thing for a long time before asking suspiciously.

"God...Why is the image of the **** so round? (Note 1)

Hearing this question, the tribal high priest suddenly felt a stumbling block in his heart, Lao Tzu knew a ball, eh... The tribal high priest's eyes lit up.

Xuan Ji raised his hands high, and said loudly in a more vigorous and enthusiastic tone.

"The sun gods and moon gods among the gods, in the eyes of us mortals, aren't they all round and round?"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the descendants of the Yin and Shang survivors suddenly lit up.

Yes, the sun is also round, and although the moon will change, it will still become round, so the child of the gods is round and round, there is nothing wrong with it.

"Could it be that he is the sun or the child of the moon?"

Soon, the trembling tribesmen began to discuss, and the old chief, who was nearly fifty years old, finally stood up again.

Staring at the godly child with gleaming eyes, he raised his hands and shouted loudly for a long time.

"It must be the olli (a rubber ball game played with hips, knees, and elbows) that our warriors just played. It pleased the gods, so the gods showed their true bodies..."

The high priest heard the chief's wings of association because of his answer, and this answer also made his eyes light up.

It's just that as a near omniscient and almighty high priest, it must not be so obvious.

Therefore, the high priest showed a mysterious smile and said loudly.

"Our ancestors definitely hope that we can welcome and worship the child of the gods, so that he can bless our tribe and prosper forever..."

Hearing the order of the high priest, all the tribesmen shouted excitedly, under the orders of the great chief.

Soon, all the men, women and children rushed towards their respective houses, and then took out the most precious belongings in the family, or the most beautiful feathers.

Or the most beautiful braids, and of course the rubber **** that were used to welcome the gods.

Soon, the descendants of these Yin Shang survivors sang cheerful songs, danced cheerful dances, held offerings one by one, and rushed towards the direction of the appearance of the godly child...

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On the immortal basket, Wu Tunhu pushed and pulled the portable bellows vigorously, drumming so that the immortal basket could be extended upwards.

After finally feeling the shock of the immortal basket, Wu Tunhu released the handle of the bellows, looked down, and saw the number placed on the open space below, which represented that he had risen to a distance of eighty feet.

Wu Tunhu laughed and looked around triumphantly again, but soon, the smile on Wu Tunhu's face instantly stiffened, and his eyes glared unbelievably and exaggeratedly to the extreme, what the **** did he see?

He rubbed his eyes and quickly put the telescopic mirror under his eyes. Sure enough, he actually saw a village, it definitely looked like a village.

There are hundreds of buildings similar to thatched cottages, and some seem to be stone buildings. In addition, Wu Tunhu saw those people who were in sight at the moment...

That's right, a group of black-haired and yellow-skinned humans with bird feathers on their heads. At this moment, they are smiling excitedly, holding what looks like very beautiful fabrics, or feathers, furs and other objects in their hands. , go this way.

Among them was a middle-aged and elderly man with feathers all over his body. Wu Tunhu hurriedly stretched his hand into his arms, then took out the picture album, and flipped through it a few times.

He saw the description of the appearance of the Yin and Shang survivors, and liked to decorate their bodies with feathers. The more feathers, the more precious their identity.

In addition, the Yin and Shang survivors did not seem to know much about smelting technology, so they mostly used stone tools, but they did not rule out the use of metal objects such as bronze.

Above, in the profile of the Yin and Shang survivors, at least one point can be printed. The person who saw the most bird feathers in the mirror is most likely the village chief of this village.

At this moment, Wu Tunhu couldn't wait to show a word of service with his thumb up at Cheng Sanlang, who was thousands of miles away.

"My dear, actually let Cheng Sanlang tell the truth. In ancient times, the remnants of the Yin Shang who came across the oceans of thousands of miles were on this Yin Shang continent..."

Note 1: After all, the author does not understand the language of the Yin and Shang survivors, so it is impossible to describe it according to their speaking style. It can only be processed with the extensive and profound Chinese language art. The masters should have an Inca language translator on the scene.