Chapter 12 Human Purge Plan

As the small human race entered the Bronze Age, the "Stop Cave Man" also joined them. However, metallurgy is a technical job, and in this wilderness, it is easy to expose the location of the settlement, so Luo Zu is still very careful in doing his own work. Copper smelting business.

But the small human race in the world of Huzhong has already begun to make bronze ornaments and bronze musical instruments, not to mention bronze weapons.

However, their Qi and blood breathing methods have stagnated. Due to physical factors, their martial arts have stopped at the low level.

Because of this, after discovering the remains left by Luo Zu, they were overjoyed and started a huge dispute.

Nowadays, there are legends circulating in the rivers and lakes of the world in the pot about the mysterious martial god, whose martial arts reached the sky, transformed into a rainbow and soared, leaving only a golden body to teach the world.

Luo Zu was also very curious about his identity as a "martial god", so in his spare time today, he fabricated an incarnation in the world of the pot, and then possessed it.

The current planning of the small human race has reached the 2.3 stage, developing civilization and enriching the spirit.

Speaking of which, Luo Zu himself is still continuing to explore his brain. After practicing Qi Transformation into God, he has a better understanding of the relationship between the physical body and the spirit. They complement each other and achieve each other. They cannot only nourish the physical body, but also cannot relax mentally.

It is a pity that the small human race is unable to make further mental progress due to innate deficiencies, and Luo Zu is a little regretful about the size of the small human race now, so he first lets them continue to explore martial arts. If nothing can be done, he will destroy the world again, and then start the small human race 3.0 plan.

Today, although the small human race has not spread all over the world in Huzhong, they have explored 30% of the land, set foot in the ocean, and have a population of more than 300,000.

There were so many chirping little ones, Luo Zu was really reluctant to just wash them away from this land.

So he was going to give them another year, a year in the wilderness.

If there is no improvement, Luo Zu will come with a flood to wash away the situation.

After the avatar fell into a tribe, Ancestor Luo took a walk around to see the situation of the tribe and experience the customs and culture of the small human tribe up close.

After all, like a satellite floating in the sky every day for monitoring, there will still be some things missed, and the generation gap with these small human races will also deepen.

The tribe already has a trading place similar to a vegetable market, which not only barters, but also uses bronze coins commonly used by the tribal alliance as currency.

But people still trade things for things.

So it is impossible to find teahouses, restaurants and restaurants here.

But there were still people sitting in groups around a bonfire, roasting meat on the bonfire, and then each cutting the meat with a knife to eat, communicating in this way, and they didn't know each other.

This is an interaction method thought up by a wise man. You can set up a bonfire and grill the meat. People who pass by can come and share the food, but they must tell you some useful news first.

After that, this method of information exchange was popularized, and people from various tribes imitated it, especially in the market place. After all, there are many people in such places, and most of them travel around, so the chance of getting new information is relatively high.

Luo Zu took a knife and went to a campfire surrounded by five people.

At this time, the meat had been cut almost completely, and the five brothers were all burping with contentment on their faces.

They were also surprised to see Luo Zu, a handsome and strange man approaching, but they did not stop him from sitting down.

Luo Zu looked at the barbecue with only bones remaining. He didn't feel distressed and sat down directly. Then he took out a leg of lamb from the package around his waist.

The sheep in Huzhongtiandi have eight legs and are larger than cattle. Nowadays, they have been tamed by small humans and have become an important meat.

However, the legs of the tamed eight-legged sheep can generally only be eaten by tribal nobles. Ordinary people can only look at live lamb legs. As for these wanderers, they can only eat them when invited by the nobles.

As for the meat they grilled in the last round, it was the meat of a long-haired one-eyed monster. It was old and poor, and it didn't have much benefit in martial arts.

But I can make ends meet.

The people around the other campfires also paid attention, and some of them were drooling. They all wanted to come over and have a try.

To say they were salivating is an understatement.

"Friend, what do you want to know?" The original host of the bonfire removed his sharp one eye from the leg of lamb and landed on Luo Zu's face.

"That mountain." Luo Zu pointed out.

This tribe is the closest to the mountain that is now known as the holy mountain by the world, which is why so many people gather here now and why Luo Zu is here.

After hearing this, Duyan sneered: "Ha, I'm afraid this won't be enough."

Information about that mountain is the most precious to every tribe today.

"I still have a lot more," Luo Zu said temptingly.

call.

The five people around the campfire were breathing heavily.

The rest of the campfires also stopped talking briefly, and then resumed their exchanges, but their attention was obviously shifted to Luo Zu.

"You...you can ask the clan leader." After One Eye glanced at Luo Zu seriously, he felt that he could not see through him, so he said hesitantly.

"Has he already entered that mountain?" Luo Zu asked.

One Eye nodded: "He is the first batch."

Luo Zu stood up, but did not take the leg of lamb on the grill. He looked at the misty mountains. There was actually no wave in his heart, but there was a thoughtful look on his face.

Except for human thinking, he cannot understand anything in the world in the pot, and nothing else can be hidden from him.

Strictly speaking, the clan leader of this tribe cannot be regarded as the earliest group of people. The person who first discovered the blood mist should be a woodcutter.

But the woodcutter has now been imprisoned, his hands and feet broken, his tongue cut off, his eyes blinded, and then locked in a dungeon.

However, the purpose of Luo Zu's trip was not him, but to start a bloody storm so that the small human race could find a way forward in the competition.

So Luo Zu decided to find him, but instead of meeting him face to face, he communicated remotely through spirit.

As soon as Luo Zu got up, his spirit had already covered the entire tribe. Now the range of his spirit out of the body has reached one foot. And judging from the size of the prehistoric times, this tribe is only three feet in diameter and only one inch deep at the top and bottom. Luo Zu naturally Can be easily covered.

……

Breathe out and try to stay calm.

His name is Mu, a woodcutter. He used to be a good man, but now there is only darkness and hatred in his heart.

He experienced great joy and great sorrow, but he failed to realize it. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't because his eyes had been blinded.

Moreover, his hands and feet are broken, so if he sheds tears, he cannot wipe them away.

"Wood."

Just then, a voice sounded in his head.

Why must it be ringing in his mind, because his ears have also been deafened.