Chapter 1196: Rebellious soul

I don't know how long ago, this man, like his companions, is also a good hunter hunting in the wilderness.
At that time, the civilization of later generations did not exist. No matter whether it was text or calendar, it was still not born.
The human beings who are still drinking blood, using animal fur to make clothes, and the wooden sticks as weapons, while hunting large beasts, are also carrying and barbaric wars between the tribes.
At that time, human beings did not even have basic ethics. When they were extremely hungry, similar foods were commonplace. Sometimes, in order to pay homage to the dead relatives and friends, they even eat the other's body, thinking that this allows the other party to continue to live with themselves.
The average life expectancy of these primitive people is only 20 years old. Most people die when they are less than 30 years old. Whether it is large cats in the wilderness, snakes and scorpions, or bacteria and parasites in the water source, they are taken away. A lot of human life.
But he is still alive.
The man witnessed the destruction of his own tribe.
The companion who was hunting together died under the attack of other tribes. He was seriously injured and hid in the cave and survived.
When he returned to the tribal territory, he found that the unguarded territory of the hunter had been destroyed by the wolves. Their parents and friends have all become the bones of the wolf.
Sadness and fury occupied his body and mind. In desperation, he pierced his spear into his chest and tried to end his life.
- He is not dead.
Severe pain, as well as the coldness caused by excessive blood loss, made him die, even if he was fatally wounded, he was still alive under the pain of boundless suffering.
I don't know how long it took. He pulled out his spear and stood up and walked into the distance, dragging the wounded body and preparing to kill himself again.
This time, his choice was to jump from a cliff hundreds of meters high.
The pain in the moment of landing was hundreds of times stronger than when the spear penetrated the heart. The horror is that even this level of pain still did not destroy his consciousness, but made him more awake.
On the empty land of no one, the "smashed meat" that was smashed with blood and flesh was madly picked up.
- He is still alive, in an incredible way... alive.
The body was eaten by vultures, bitten by wolves, slowly rotted under the scorching sun, and even gave birth to mites. He couldn't move the slightest, but he didn't die.ァ新ヤ~8~1~中文网www.x~8~1zщ.com
The sun rises and the time begins to flow. His incomplete body began to slowly recover in a form that was contrary to common sense, and the flesh and blood that had been torn apart began to regenerate.
One year after the cliff, he can finally stand up again.
Realizing that he could not die, he experienced extreme pain, and he did not intend to continue to try to kill himself, but chose another idea.
- Natural death.
Even if it is only the original person, he is very clear about the concept of life and death.
There was an old man in the tribe who was obviously much older than the others. His hair and eyebrows were all white, but even the old man could not escape the destiny of aging and death.
He can feel it and his body is aging.
As long as you continue to age, you will one day be like the old man, the body begins to shrink, close your eyes, sleep, and finally die peacefully...
Time flies, spring comes to winter, the primitive tribes in the wilderness have begun to perish, and the remaining human beings have developed into a new historical stage:
Several large tribes have chosen a large number of prey, a well-placed location, and built a large number of thatched cottages and stone houses. They arrested members of other tribes and used the prisoners as labor.
Humans have evolved from primitive societies to slavery societies. The original ancient scripts and calendars were born, and the earliest works of art appeared at the same time.
During the centuries of change, members of the early primitive tribes have long since died – except for one person.
He is still alive.
"..."
The dry throat can't make any sound, the animal is covered with animal fur, and the long-haired savage is covered in dirt. It appears in a recent town.
He was penniless and did not know any language. He only wandered in the town for two days, and was arrested by the minions sent by the slave owners, who were responsible for carrying heavy loads.
However, being locked up in dirty prisons and living with other slaves is not without gain.
He learned the language of this tribe from other slaves and learned to read simple words.
He has long lost his goal in life, and he repeats the unchanging labor day after day. It is not so much a human being as a tool for slave owners.
Until one day, the young slave who lived with him in a cell quietly woke him up in the middle of the night, clutching his shoulder and asking:
"Would you like us?"
"Do...what." He said a difficult question.
"Rebel! Kill the old man, we are free!" The dark-skinned young man stared at him with a stunned look in his pupil: "Why can he enslave us? We want to kill him!" "New 81 Chinese network update fastest computer: /
"Kill..." he said slowly.
Even if he could not fully understand the other's words, he still knew very well that the "old man" in the slave mouth did not mean himself, but the obese slave owner.
"Rebel...?" he repeated it.
"Revolt!" The black-skinned slave nodded hard: "Come together! Rebel!"
- Do you want to promise the other party's request?
He wanted to refuse, but when he saw the other's eyes, he began to hesitate.
A long time ago, I seem to be the same.
At that time, he was still wearing a spear and holding a spear, hunting wild buffalo and wild boar in the wilderness. Despite the dangers of life every day, it never shrinks.
- How long have you not experienced the feeling of "living"?
He can't remember how long he spent, but the young slave standing in front of him is obviously different from himself.
- Revolt.
Even in the dirty caves, the slaves who were held here still did not give up hope.
They are eager to be free, just as they were craving for prey.
Thinking of this, he was already old, and finally nodded slowly and said the most skilled word he had mastered:
"it is good."
"I know you will come!" The black-skinned slave smiled: "I will tell you what to do! Act now!"
"Good." He continued to nod.
From that day on, the old man who had lost everything, rekindled a glimmer of hope.
The word "resistance" is deeply imprinted in his heart and has become the driving force for his survival.