Very early in the morning.

Black Stone woke up.

He looked at the simple house and smiled with great satisfaction: "I am not a sacrifice now."

a year ago.

He was chosen by the tribe's elders and became a "devotee".

This name sounds nice, but it is actually just that - a quasi-sacrifice.

What you offer to the tribe is nothing but your life.

Black Stone didn't dare to resist.

Because the result of resistance is death.

He didn't even dare to run away.

Because there are people staring at him all day long, and if he shows the slightest tendency, he will be severely beaten.

Since then.

Black Stone is always in a state of fear.

Until half a month ago.

He finally received a message - you will make a contribution to the tribe in the next sacrificial ceremony.

Black Stone suddenly fell into deep despair.

However.

Just before the ceremony was held.

His fate took an unexpected turn.

"Boom!"

After a loud noise.

A huge thorn, more than two hundred meters long, emerged from the ground and easily destroyed the tribe.

Blackstone took advantage of the chaos and decisively fled the tribe.

He wandered for three days, accidentally met a spiritual bird, and was guided to Dawn City. He also participated in the conversion ceremony and officially became a member of the tribe.

Because he was particularly active and was the first to apply blood, he was assigned a small room and did not have to share the dormitory with others.

at this time.

Black Stone reached out and picked up the dagger placed on the bedside, which was the gift from the totem pole.

He caressed it carefully a few times and muttered: "The person who destroyed my original tribe must be the great elder, right?"

Although a long time had passed since the incident, he still felt shuddering all over just thinking of that giant pillar of thorns that seemed to tower into the sky.

Even though it had only been two days since he joined the tribe, Blackstone already had a thunderous feeling for the great elder.

Extremely mysterious!

Extremely powerful!

Extremely wise!

This is Blackstone's entire take.

After having a simple breakfast.

He arrived at Plantation No. 3, received a large pruning knife from the tool room, and formally trimmed the excess branches of the green sheep tree.

The purpose of pruning is to ensure that the fruits produced by the Qingyang tree receive sufficient nutritional supply.

The cut branches can be used as fuel, or they can be fermented and used as fertilizer. In short, they have many uses.

Heishi stood under a tree, looked up at the tree crown, and sighed in a low voice: "The Qingyang tree can actually bear such a big Qingyang fruit!"

Under normal circumstances.

The Qingyang fruit is only about the size of a fist at most. Not only is its skin very hard, but its flesh is sour and astringent. Only certain animals will eat it.

But the green sheep tree he saw only had six green sheep fruits hanging on it, each one reaching an astonishing height of more than two meters.

It's too exaggerated!

Black Stone shook his head and muttered: "Everything here is so strange."

The tribe had no need for human sacrifices;

Totem poles can actually grow knives;

Qingyangmu is obviously useless, but tribes plant it on a large scale;

The plantation actually doesn't even have a steward. Even if you lie down and sleep, no one will take care of you. Unlike the original tribe, the steward couldn't wait to follow behind.

These strange things are really puzzling.

Heishi slightly bent his legs and kicked the ground hard.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

Black Stone easily jumped more than three meters high and rode on a branch.

The joints of Qingyang people's legs are opposite to those of humans, and their feet also have spring-like structures.

This gives them great jumping power.

An ordinary adult Qingyang can jump up to four to five meters.

For the more powerful Qingyang Fighter, it is not difficult to jump thirty meters.

"Ka! Ka!"

Accompanied by the sound of scissors.

The extra branches fell from the tree crown to the ground.

This is his job.

Although simple.

But very fulfilling.

So Blackstone is very motivated.

Half a day later.

It's time for lunch.

A lunch is provided at the plantation.

Although the taste is average, the portion is large and filling.

A dozen workers chatted quietly while eating.

A veteran worker suddenly said: "I found several people slacking off this morning. I advise everyone to work hard."

Several workers looked puzzled.

"Why?"

"It's not like the steward is keeping an eye on you. What's wrong with taking a break?"

The veteran worker laughed and said, "Who said you're not in charge?"

He immediately asked: "Hey, how did you all come to Dawn City?"

"I'm following a bird."

"A spiritual bird leads the way."

The veteran worker laughed: "Then when you were working, didn't you notice the spiritual birds flying across the sky from time to time?"

Heishi was like an enlightenment, and he understood instantly: "I understand, the spiritual birds are in charge, they are watching us work."

"Snapped!"

The veteran worker clapped his hands hard and praised: "Smart!"

He then said: "The spirit bird will observe your behavior and then feed back the situation."

Several workers who were slacking off suddenly looked unhappy.

Heishi was secretly glad that he was not lazy and had been working hard.

The veteran worker added: "If you work on a plantation for a day, you can get ten work points. If you are passive and slow in working, your work points will be deducted.

"If you work hard, you will be rewarded with extra work points. Anyway, you will get more if you work more, and you will get less if you work less."

Blackstone couldn't help but nodded: "That's fair."

He likes this approach very much.

The veteran worker pointed to the sky and said leisurely: "I have heard a saying that the large number of spiritual birds in Dawn City are the eyes and ears of the Great Elder, and the Great Elder actually knows everything.
To be continued...