On the distant village wall, looking at the disappearing back of the black panther, there was a hint of curiosity and worry on the boy's face.

The night gradually enveloped the island, and the outside of the village wall soon turned into darkness. The torches were lit up, and every distance, one was placed. These torches made of animal oil could burn for a long time. The flames could make humans feel at ease, but they could bring fear to the beasts and prevent them from getting closer.

On this crisis-ridden volcanic island, even with the protection of the village walls, the hunters of the tribe still dare not be careless.

But deep down, the hunters do not think that beasts will attack the tribe.

Tribes are powerful, and animals with a little IQ dare not invade them, otherwise guns, spears, bows and arrows can teach them to be human.

And those beasts with insufficient IQ now have their heads hanging on the totem pole.

The reason why people are sent to watch every night is just a habit. Hunters even hope that wild animals can come to die so that this difficult night will not be too boring.

Luo Xinsi hurriedly walked down the village wall and towards the chief's tent. He looked worried. He was not worried about the beast, but the storm that was getting closer and closer to the village. This storm was completely different from the tropical storms that brought strong winds and heavy rains in the past, revealing a quiet and indifferent nature. Most of the time, the storm was not violent, and even felt very quiet.

However, whenever the storm begins to approach, there is only a dead silence covered with frost wherever he passes. He has never seen such a scene. The light gray clouds and foggy snow bring a strange force called cold, which makes him feel deeply frightened, and for this he has to come to seek help from the wisest elders in the tribe.

"Grandma, are you asleep?" Luo asked carefully when he came to the tent.

"Come in," an old voice rang out.

Luo walked in, grease burning in the brazier in the tent, emitting a warm light and a faint fragrance of oil. On a large animal skin blanket, an old woman in her seventies lay.

Her skin was wrinkled and her snow-white hair was braided into two big braids. No one knew how long her grandmother had lived. For tribal people with an average lifespan of only thirty or forty years, such an old man was a very magical existence, even with a hint of mystery.

For decades, the wisdom of the old grandmother has guided the tribe. Sometimes Luo has a feeling that the old grandmother will never die, and even if the tribe disappears, she will continue to exist.

However, this is just an illusion. My grandmother is already very old and her health has become worse and worse recently. Most of the time, she can only curl up in a tent and has no sense of existence. However, when danger comes, the first person Luo wants to ask for help is still the grandmother.

"Grandma, I'm Luo."

"I know, your footsteps are always so light, reminding me of when I was young, when I was the best hunter in the tribe. I saw fear in your eyes. It's not like you, telling me, Luo, what happened outside?"

"The storm is approaching again, and many beasts flee in panic and fall into a trap outside the village. The hunters are cheering. Have you heard it?"

The old grandmother nodded and murmured to herself, "This kind of scene hasn't been around for a long time. Since the tribe was established, the hunters of the tribe have killed all the nearby beasts and have to go far to obtain new prey."

Luo is not unfamiliar with this kind of scene. From the beginning of his memory, the open space around the tribe was a forbidden area for animals. This was the first time he saw the group of wild beasts breaking in.

"They said it was a gift from God, but I had only worry in my heart. The beasts were so scared that they would rather fall into our trap than escape from the storm. I was afraid that we would soon end up with the same fate, and I also saw it..."

"What did you see?"

"I saw a strange animal, a big black cat, and it reminded me of the stories you told us when I was a child."

The old grandmother showed a look of memories on her face, as if she was telling a legend, and she seemed to be muttering to herself, "It is said that when the doomsday comes, spiritual beasts will be born on this island. What you see is the omen of the doomsday."

Doomsday! Luo was shocked. Although he had a premonition, he never thought that such a terrible answer would be.

The old grandmother continued to tell, "A long time ago, aliens ruled the island. They treated us cruelly, tortured us, and used terrible means that they could not imagine. Until one day, the gods gave us green fruits, and our ancestors ate the fruits and gained powerful strength. They rose up to resist and killed the aliens who enslaved us.

The king of aliens put a curse before his death. He said that one day, the end of time, the end of time will approach, and white frost will devour everything, and no one can be spared.

So our ancestors prayed to the gods for help, and the gods left us a prophecy.

He said: "The white storm comes, everything will eventually disappear, and the survivors will create the future century, and the spirit beasts will be born in the world, bringing the mantra of wisdom, the end of the end of the doomsday, waiting for the hero to discover it."

The pure black cat you see is likely to be that "spiritual beast".

"Is there any connection between the spirit beast and the king beast?" Luo asked. He had heard of the rumors about the king beast. In the lakes near the tribe, there were crocodiles as big as boats.

On the high mountains in the east live a giant eagle, which is said to be able to cover the sun's brilliance when it spreads its wings.

On the giant tree in the north, there are monkeys as big as mountains. They and their offspring are raging around the giant tree, and even the most experienced hunters dare not approach them easily.

It is said that in the cracks and cracks in the south, there are terrible creatures that have never been seen before. Their images are so ugly that they cannot be described in words. They devour all animals, and no hunter can come back alive.

"No, the king beasts have nothing to do with the spirit beasts. They just live too long and grow too big. They are still stupid beasts in essence and are not special. Spirit beasts are completely different. It is said that their shapes are like wild beasts, but they have wise souls. Their appearances are varied and they will produce various strange phenomena, just like mutant creatures, but not only are they different appearances, but they may even be strange beasts you have never seen before."

The old grandmother said as she took out a tapestry. It was a huge piece of bear skin, which was beyond imagination. It was very likely that it had belonged to a king beast. It used different colors of juice from different plants to depict the appearance of dozens of lifelike animals. Some people know about Luo, and many strange animals that he could not name at all.

Among them was the black panther, which was pitch black like the deepest night.

"The images are all about the images of spirit beasts. You must leave the village and look for those spirit beasts. They know the truth about this end of the world and will give you guidance, but be careful, spirit beasts are all greedy and bloodthirsty monsters. As long as you show a little fear or weakness, they will eat your flesh and drink your blood.
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