The tribe of Yin Shang adherents with hundreds of households is already considered a big tribe.

Now, their tribal chief, now with that gorgeous feather on his head, sat peacefully in that heavy wooden chair.

At this moment, there are over a thousand people on his left and right, men, women, old and young, who are looking at a group of leather-clad warriors who are bare-chested and bare-armed on the flat ground full of yellow sand, fighting with their hands. There their hips hit a kind of black whirring ball.

After every hit and score, accompanied by the snarling and roaring of the warriors, the surrounding Yin and Shang survivors would shout and shout excitedly.

And the tribal chief with a wrinkled face would also laugh happily, and just as he was laughing wildly up to the sky, he suddenly stared at him consciously.

He saw a black figure, at first he thought it was a flying bird, but soon, the tribal chief's eyeballs widened exaggeratedly.

What the **** did he see? He saw it. It seemed to be a perfect circle, like the sun and the moon. At this moment, it was slowly rising towards the sky, at least ten miles away from where they were.

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

And the tribal priest who also noticed this scene also made the same gesture with the tribal chief, praying for the blessing of the **** they believed in.

Soon, men, women and children of the entire tribe also bowed down with horror on their faces.

"Honorable High Priest, what is that..." the chief cautiously asked the respected High Priest.

The high priest of the tribe saw the help-seeking gazes from the chief and the leaders of the tribe, and then looked at the round thing hanging in the sky.

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

Although he didn't understand what it was, since it was Yuan Huhu's baby who could go to heaven, and the chief and a group of people in the tribe still needed to appease him, maybe...

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

The high priest of the tribe closed his eyes, grumbled, and then began to tremble for a while, before giving an ambiguous answer.

Just now, the tribal warrior who had won several goals in a row raised his hand, gestured towards it for a long time, and asked doubtfully.

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

Hearing this question, the high priest of the tribe suddenly felt a stalk, I know something, huh... the high priest of the tribe's eyes lit up.

Xuanji raised his hands high, and spoke loudly in a more passionate tone.

"Among the gods, the sun **** and the moon god, in the eyes of ordinary people like us, aren't they all chubby?"

As soon as this remark came out, the eyes of the descendants of the descendants of the Yin and Shang dynasties suddenly brightened, alas, they really look like mothers.

That's right, the sun is also round, and although the moon will change, it will still become round, so there is nothing wrong with the children of the gods being round.

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

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

Staring at the child of the gods with bright eyes, it took a long time before he raised his hands and yelled loudly.

"It must be the olli played by our warriors just now (the rubber ball game played with hips, knees, and elbows by the adherents of the Shang Dynasty), which pleased the gods, so the gods showed their real bodies..."

The high priest heard the chief spread his wings of association because of his answer, and this answer also brightened his eyes.

It's just that as a high priest who is almost omniscient and omnipotent, he must not be so obvious.

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

"Our ancestors definitely hoped that we could welcome and worship the children of the gods, so that he could bless our tribe and prosper forever..."

Hearing the high priest's order, a group of tribesmen shouted excitedly, under the order of the great chief.

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

Or the most beautiful braid, and of course the rubber **** used to welcome the apparition.

Soon, the descendants of the descendants of the Shang people sang cheerful songs and danced cheerfully, holding offerings one after another, and hurried towards the direction where the divine child appeared...

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Wu Tunhu was on the fairy basket, pushing and pulling the portable bellows with all his might, making the fairy basket extend upwards.

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

Wu Tunhu had a laugh, and looked around triumphantly again, but soon, the smile on Wu Tunhu's face froze instantly, and his eyes were unbelievably exaggerated to the extreme. What the **** did he see?

He rubbed his eyes, and quickly put the binoculars under his eyeballs. Sure enough, he saw a village, which definitely looked like a village.

There are hundreds of buildings that look like thatched cottages, and some seem to be stone buildings. In addition, Wu Tunhu saw those people who are haunting in sight at this moment...

That's right, a group of black-haired, yellow-skinned human beings with bird feathers on their heads, one or two were smiling excitedly at the moment, holding what looked like beautiful fabrics, or objects such as feathers and furs , come this way.

Among them was a middle-aged elder with feathers all over his body~lightnovelpub.net~ Wu Tunhu hurriedly reached into his arms, then took out the picture album and flipped through it a few times.

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

In addition, the adherents of the Yin and Shang Dynasties do not seem to know much about smelting technology, so they used stone tools more, but it does not rule out the use of metal objects such as bronze.

Above, in the introduction about the survivors of the Yin and Shang Dynasties, at least one point can be printed. The bird with the most feathers I saw in the telescope is likely to be the village head of this village.

At this moment, Wu Tunhu could not wait to show his thumbs up to Cheng Sanlang who was thousands of miles away.

"Hey, Cheng Sanlang actually made it right. In ancient times, the survivors of the Yin Shang who traveled thousands of miles across the oceans were here on the 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. All the masters, there is an Inca language translator on the spot.