franphil Chapter 333 Nest People
Chapter 333 Nest People
Chapter 333 Nest People
"What name do you want to be called?"
Feng Hou Shi stroked the child's forehead and smiled. She didn't seem worried that the child wouldn't understand her words. Looking at the little tail wrapped around her wrist, she had great trust in her child. This child was born to inherit the Xia Hou Shi lineage.
The child's upper body was normal, but his lower body was that of a snake, covered in beautiful scales. Ancient, mysterious runes shone with a faint glow, showing clear signs of atavism.
"Gun".
A baby's first words are a sign of divine innate ability to speak.
Si smiled. He felt that his name might become a laughing stock in future generations, but he was happy with that.
"Si Gun? That's a very nice name."
Feng Hou Shi also thought the name was good. She looked at the maidservant serving her and instructed, "Go and tell the people of the tribe that my child, Gun, will be the new 'Queen' of the clan upon reaching adulthood."
"Si"'s mother was the leader of the Feng Hou clan. Near the mountains where the mother's nest had the greatest influence, most of these primitive tribes were matrilineal clans, and the clan leader was usually referred to by "Hou".
Because women are more likely to inherit extraordinary powers, the probability of a woman surviving pregnancy is also higher than that of a man who survives pregnancy and gives birth.
But there are exceptions. In such a primitive era, it was ultimately a matter of who was more like the progenitor and who was more noble.
A newborn child, besides having a clan and several tribes to inherit, is not fed in the traditional way that Si remembers. He receives a pot of meat soup, which, although cooked in a very rough way, exudes a unique aroma.
"Si" can clearly determine what these creatures looked like in life by observing their large limbs.
His mother, seeing her motionless child, fished a section of arm from the cauldron, gently pulling it apart from the bone. She took a bite, then offered the rest to his mouth. Seeing that Si Gun remained unresponsive, she asked in confusion, "My child, why aren't you eating?"
"These are the remaining offerings from the sacrifices made to the ancestral gods."
"Si Gun" looked at his mother and asked skeptically, "Can this really taste good?"
He's not that he's never eaten meat, but he's never eaten it cooked.
"Why would your mother lie to you?"
"The more you eat, the more energy you'll have."
Feng Hou Shi looked at Si Gun, who didn't seem to like eating much, and felt a little troubled. She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then grabbed a piece of meat, tore it into thin strips, and stuffed it into Si Gun's mouth.
No matter what, the child still needs to eat. She scooped up another spoonful of meat broth and fed it to the baby. Seeing that Si seemed fine, she began to feed her with peace of mind.
It seems that feeding the cubs can satisfy a mother's instincts, or perhaps breastfeeding is a spiritual imprint of this land. Feng Hou quickly stuffed all the food from the large cauldron into Si's belly. Looking at Si's flat stomach, she was worried that Si had not eaten enough, so she decided to instruct the tribe to prepare two more large cauldrons that night.
After Si finished eating, he was placed on a tree, his buttocks sticking out, lying down to sleep. He silently calculated in his mind that he had eaten about twenty birds, more than ten rabbits, several large predators, and three or four bipedal apes from that large cauldron.
He lay on the highest tree trunk, his tail wrapped around a not-too-thick spot, watching the tribes below who seemed busy, but he didn't know what they were busy with. They seemed idle, but they were also wandering around. Wild rabbits would occasionally pass by, but no one would catch these small creatures that were everywhere.
The birdsong was melodious. Si Gun's body flipped and slid down the tree trunk, spinning once before he caught a five-colored parrot in his hand. Hanging in mid-air, he gently tightened his grip, as if to tear the five colors into six pieces like a piece of chewing gum. "You dare touch this immortal?"
The parrot's eyes darted around, and while it spoke in human language, it also tried to bite Si Gun's finger.
With a flick of his finger, Si Gun pierced a hole in the parrot's beak, which was capable of biting through rocks, causing it to gasp for air. The parrot was stunned. "You...you dare to...touch this immortal?"
"Silly bird."
Si Gun found it amusing to look at the silly bird with a lisp. He glanced down and saw that the humans below were still immersed in their own world, seemingly unable to feel much joy. Even though men and women were close together and barely clothed, they did not show much desire.
"Idiot!"
"You're the idiot!"
"You're the idiot!"
This parrot was fearless. After learning new words, it began to spew profanities. Every time it cursed, Si Gun would poke a hole in its beak with his finger. After pressing it a few times, Si Gun simply closed its beak and played a little tune like playing a gourd flute. The parrot's abdomen bulged, and it didn't need to blow air itself.
Good music is the sound of soul resonance. Encouraged by the music, the human-machine interaction below began to slowly sway their heads. Under the influence of some force, they also briefly felt some joy. However, as the song ended, these people returned to their listless state.
"Humans don't have hearts."
Si Gun, holding the parrot in his arms, recounted what he had observed.
"These humans living in this area are like fragments of spirit randomly extracted and pieced together by the power of the mother nest. They have the instinct to reproduce and will actively seek death, but beneath their flesh and blood lies emptiness. They have no other pursuits and their emotions are even more detached."
People are born on this yellow earth and die by the Yellow River. Fragments of their souls in the River of Eternal Darkness are captured and pieced together by the power of the Mother Nest through the chains and iron pillars connecting the Mother Nest, and new people grow out until they die again for various reasons.
The upper level is inhabited by fairies who monitor the Mother Nest, standing guard on Mother Nest Mountain like scarecrows.
The middle level consists of priests with the blood of immortals within them. These are the offspring of the immortals, born from the influence of the Mother Nest. They are responsible for presiding over various sacrifices and providing the necessary faith for the immortal ancestors.
The lower level consists of ordinary people who live on this land.
They had no concept of knowledge, no clear class distinctions, and no active desires.
These heartless people cannot even be called slaves; they are merely tools, puppets, and statues. Whether they are treated as food or something else, they will not be greatly affected. Their souls are only alive when they are heading towards death.
On this land, those without the blood of immortals cannot learn knowledge, cannot experience emotions, and do not understand what order is. Their fate is stagnant, and they only have the instinct to seek death.
They were also pure, as pure as a brand new race, untouched by the contamination of other sources.
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