I don't know how long ago, this man, like his companions, was also a good hunter hunting in the wilderness.

At that time, civilizations in later generations did not exist, and neither words nor calendars were born.

Humans who are still eating raw meat and drinking blood use animal fur as clothes and fleece wooden sticks as weapons. While hunting large beasts, bloody and barbaric wars are also engaging in various tribes.

At that time, humans did not even have basic ethics and morals. Cannibalism was common when they were extremely hungry. Sometimes, in order to commemorate their dead relatives and friends, they would even eat each other's body, thinking that this would allow the other party to continue to live with them.

The average lifespan of these primitive people is only twenty years old, and most people die in less than thirty years old. Whether it is the large cats, venomous snakes and scorpions in the wilderness, or bacteria and parasites in the water, they have all taken away a large number of human lives.

But he is still alive.

That man witnessed the destruction of his tribe.

The companions who were hunting with him died under the attack of other tribes. He was seriously injured and hid in the cave and survived by chance.

When he returned to the tribal territory, he found that the territory that had lost the hunter's unguarded was destroyed by the wolf pack. His parents and friends all turned into dead bones that were eaten by jackals.

Sorrow and rage occupied his body and mind, and in despair he stabbed his spear into his chest, trying to end his life.

——He was not dead.

The severe pain and the coldness of his whole body caused by excessive blood loss made him worse than death. Even though he was seriously injured, he was still alive under the endless pain and torture.

I don't know how long it took, but he pulled out the spear on his body, stood up and staggered towards the distance, dragging his wounded body, ready to kill himself again.

This time, his choice was to jump down from a cliff that was hundreds of meters high.

The severe pain in the moment of landing was hundreds of times stronger than when the spear penetrated the heart. What was terrifying was that even this level of pain still did not destroy his consciousness, but instead made him more awake.

On the empty space, the "rotten meat" that had fallen into a bloody open space, roaring wildly.

——He is still alive, in an incredible way... alive.

His body was pecked by vultures, bitten by jackals, slowly rotted under the scorching sun, and even maggots grew. He could not move at all, but he did not die. ァNews ヤ~8~1~Chinese website www.x~8~1zщ.com

As the sun rises and sunsets, time begins to flow. His incomplete body begins to slowly recover in a form contrary to common sense, and the originally torn flesh begins to regenerate.

A year after falling off the cliff, he was finally able to stand up again.

Realizing that he could not die and experienced extreme pain, he did not intend to continue to try to commit suicide, but chose another way of thinking.

——Natural death.

Even if it is just a primitive person, he is very clear about the concept of birth, old age, sickness and death.

There was an old man in the tribe who was obviously much older than others, with all his hair and eyebrows, but even this old man could not escape the destined aging and death.

He could feel that his body was aging.

As long as I continue to age, one day I will start to shrink like that old man, my body will start to shrink, close my eyes and never wake up, and finally pass away peacefully...

Time flies, spring passes, winter comes, the primitive tribes in the wilderness begin to perish, and the remaining humans have developed to a new historical stage:

Several large tribes chose a location with a large number of prey and a good living environment, and built a large number of thatched huts and stone huts. They captured members of other tribes and used the captives as laborers.

Human beings evolved from primitive society to slavery society. The original ancient characters and calendar began to be born, and the earliest works of art appeared at the same time.

During the hundreds of years of changes, all members of the early primitive tribes had long died - except for one person.

He is still alive.

“…”

The dry throat made no noise, and the long-haired savage covered in animal fur and covered in dirt appeared in the nearest town.

Penniless and without any language, he wandered in the town for only two days, and was arrested by the minions sent by the slave owner and became a slave responsible for carrying heavy objects.

However, the days of being locked in a dirty prison and living with other slaves were not without gain.

He learned the language of this tribe from other slaves and also learned to read simple words.

He has long lost his life goal, and his repeated unchanging labor day after day is more like a tool of a slave owner than a human being.

Until one day, the young slave who lived with him in the same cell quietly woke him up late at night, grabbed his shoulder tightly and asked:

"Do you want to be with us?"

"What to do?" He said a question with difficulty.

"Resist! Kill that old man and we will be free!" The young man with dark skin stared at him with his eyes tightly, and a strange light seemed to flash in his pupils: "Why can he enslave us? We want to kill him!" New 81 Chinese website is updated the fastest computer terminal:/

"Kill..." he said slowly.

Even if he couldn't fully understand the other party's words, he still knew very well that the "old man" mentioned by this slave did not refer to himself, but to the fat slave owner.

"Resist..." he repeated.

"Resist!" The black-skinned slave nodded vigorously: "Let's come together! Resist!"

——Do you want to agree to the other party’s request?

He wanted to refuse, but when he saw the other person's eyes, he began to hesitate again.

I seemed to look like this a long time ago.

At that time, I was wearing animal skin and holding a spear in my hand, hunting bison and boar in the wilderness. Although I was facing life danger every day, I never retreated.

——How long has it been since I experienced the reality of "living"?

He no longer remembers how long he spent in a daze, but the young slave standing in front of him was obviously different from him.

——Resistance.

Even though they were in a dirty cave, the slaves imprisoned here still did not give up hope.

They long for freedom, just as they were eager for prey.

Thinking of this, he, who had long been old, finally nodded slowly and said the word he had mastered the most skilled:

"good."

"I knew you would come!" The dark-skinned slave smiled: "I will tell you what to do! Take action!"

"Okay." He continued to nod.

From that day on, a glimmer of hope rekindled in the old man who had already lost everything.

The word "resistance" was deeply imprinted in his heart and became the driving force for his survival.
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