People's desire for salt comes from nature, but scientifically it is needed by the body.

Primitive humans began to try, summarize and collect salt very early.

Before that, just like animals, they took the required salt in rock walls, oceans, and lagoons.

In North America, even in the deserted suburbs, you can occasionally see the paths "walked out" by animals on the mountain, which guide the source of fresh water and salt.

The native North Americans in the 15th century had of course learned how to extract salt, but there were always a small number of them who mastered the technology, and this technology existed in large tribes.

Even in large tribes, salt is extremely precious.

The ancients had long understood that improperly disposed salts have toxins, and the most primitive refining methods can be collected and obtained very little.

At this moment, the endless amount of salt they had left was in front of them.

They dance, thrill, and go crazy for God's gift.

A bag of five kilograms of salt was quickly wiped out by them. The half-aged child even lay on the ground and used his tongue to lick the remaining white salt particles in the soil, and then exposed his innocent and romantic yellow teeth.

Crazy emotions spread like disease.

Someone actually wanted to take apart more salt for a carnival.

Fortunately, the leader discovered it in advance. He stepped forward fiercely and mercilessly knocked this idiot who intended to waste precious salt.

The old lady sacrificed her also found that the scene was not very controlled and immediately called on people to calm down.

Wait until the carnival gradually subsides...

Um?

Where is God?

They found that Zhou Li'an was gone.

People searched around in panic.

Until the first boy and girl who witnessed the arrival of God made a "boo" and the two quietly pointed to the tent of the sacrifice...

God is still there.

They were so happy again, never feeling so down-to-earth and stable.

The sacrificed old lady was slightly confused and was very puzzled about what God was doing in her residence, but she dared not get close to her.

"Witch." The leader came to her, "What are we going to do now?"

The leader's voice was low and sounded muffled. He was the most brave warrior in this small tribe. He had participated in many wars between large tribes and killed dozens of enemies.

But in front of the witch, the leader bowed slightly and kept his head down, like a well-behaved child.

He continued: "I have visited the distant 'Baiyan tribe' and have seen the mysterious and great salt prayer ceremony of the 'Salt Witch'. Each salt prayer requires four slaves as a sacrifice..."

"Witch, as long as you speak, I will start to choose now and sacrifice to our God."

The leader felt more excited the more he spoke.

While speaking, he looked at the pile of God-given salt under the altar and kept swallowing his saliva... God gave too much.

The ritual he had seen required three days and three nights.

The salt witch is cooked in a boiler. Every day and night, the blood of living people should be sprinkled outside the hot pot wall. The steaming blood mist will be absorbed by the salt god, and the salt god will give the salt witch the edible salt.

When the ceremony ended, the four slaves died of blood and the salt they obtained was only so small that it tasted a little astringent, dark yellow in shape, far from as white as he saw now.

The leader does not know what the term "efficiency" is.

But he knew very well...

God has given them so generously so many gifts to this small tribe.

It would be too unreasonable if he didn't kill a few people to help God entertain him.

So, the leader's eyes began to search the crowd again. Compared with the number, he suddenly felt a little annoyed...

It seems that there are not enough people?

The witch glared at him: "There is no teeth, and God never plunders all living beings. The God of Wind is the supreme god in the natural divine realm. They represent peace and tranquility."

"Therefore, the 'mountain' that should have died under the sharp horns of a bison will be resurrected."

Missing teeth is the leader’s name.

His front teeth were half missing. It was because he bumped after changing his teeth when he was a child, so his parents named him missing teeth.

Queya didn't believe the witch's words: "Witch, don't lie to me, you should kill me, we can't blaspheme, and you can't pray for salt."

"I am a witch. Don't you listen to what I say?"

The old lady was a little angry.

It is true that you are very brave, but sometimes you are a little careless.

If God needs sacrifices from the Holy Spirit, do they still need them to do it?

What else do you want to say if you lack teeth...

But Zhou Li'an has already come out.

The gathering crowd immediately knelt down without any hesitation.

Zhou Li'an was speechless. He had just rummaged through the boxes and cabinets for a long time, but he did not find anything valuable.

The natives of North America are a little ignorant. They prefer colorful ores, with turquoise as the main one, but this thing...

Not worth it.

He also found a shiny human skull inside. Zhou Li'an wanted to tell the old lady that this thing is not good at slapping.

At this time, he glanced at the person who was kneeling all over the ground. He was obedient, but he couldn't understand human words. All he could do was stare at him.

Or, draw another mural?

But how to draw gold? Do you use watercolor pen?

Hey, wait a moment...

Zhou Li'an was stunned and took out his cell phone and took a look.

Immediately afterwards, whoosh...

The person is gone again.

Seeing this scene, the scene suddenly became chaotic again.

And Qiuya was even more anxious, and he was blushing for a long time and couldn't speak. He just waited for a breath to vomit and said, "God is gone, God is angry! Witch, you are blaspheming."

The old lady finally became confused and no longer had the confidence she had before.

To be precise...

She had never been confident, and from beginning to end, she was pretending to understand God's words.

Is it true that missing teeth is right?

How many people really need to kill to help you get fun?

The old lady felt a little reluctant.

Their tribe was too weak and its population was the most precious. During the hunt yesterday, several strong men became the souls of the buffalo's hooves.

They do not own slaves like large tribes. If they really want to sacrifice, they can only choose from their own people.

The old lady was thinking, maybe the damn person is her? She should be the example!

After all, she could not understand God's Word at all.

"Missing teeth!"

The old lady finally made up her mind.

Between the great righteousness of dedication to God and the sacrifice of the tribe, she chose the former, and she firmly believed that sacrifice could bring more rewards, from God's gifts.

"Pick someone."

I was very happy and was about to issue an order.

suddenly……

The sound of "swooshing" breaking through the air sounded.

God... is back???

"Witch, God is listening to our conversation. God knows our sincerity, so he returns again!!" Queya was extremely excited. He even felt that he could understand God's mind better than Wu.

At this moment, God came over...

The missing teeth were trembling all over, eager to try, waiting for God's praise.

However, God ignored him, took the witch's arm, and walked aside, and each man and God whispered something.

He stayed in place, and was excited on his face... His heart suddenly felt empty. It was obviously his idea, it was his idea...

Not far away.
To be continued...