If the deity shelters the tribe, then the tribe can flourish and grow.
If the deity is insatiably greedy, then the tribe will eventually only decline.
And now the Wutu God has evidently become a "malevolent god." If his "dreamland" is false, and the Wutu God still exists, one day, it will unleash its wrath upon them, and the Wutu Tribe will have no path but extinction.
This matter, he must confirm; otherwise, a catastrophe is sure to happen.
Mo Hua didn’t really want to speak.
Killing the Barbarian God, eating the Barbarian God, such matters are best kept low profile.
However, seeing Elder Zamu’s furrowed brow filled with fear and trepidation, Mo Hua fell silent again.
To him, this was just a trivial matter.
But if Elder Zamu doesn’t clarify it, he may live in fear for the rest of his life.
Mo Hua thought for a moment, then simply said:
"Your Wutu God, you don’t need to send it offerings anymore."
Elder Zamu was stunned.
"It can’t eat the offerings anymore..." Mo Hua said.
Because I ate it.
Elder Zamu’s whole body trembled, and his aged eyes revealed a glimmer of hope.
He prostrated in gratitude towards Mo Hua:
"The great kindness and virtue of Senior, the Wutu Tribe will never forget."
Mo Hua merely said indifferently, "I did nothing."
Upon hearing this, Elder Zamu immediately felt a chill in his heart and said solemnly, "I understand, Old and humble one."
Mo Hua nodded, quite pleased with Elder Zamu’s discernment, and suddenly he recalled a question, asking:
"The Wutu God... do all the Barbarian Gods here have their own names?"
Elder Zamu nodded, "Usually they are named after mountains, rivers... the majority are named after the tribe."
Mo Hua asked, "How many tribes are there in your Great Wilderness?"
Elder Zamu said, "According to the ancients, there are three thousand mountains and three thousand clans in the Great Wilderness."
"Three thousand!" Mo Hua was shocked, quickly asking, "Then your Barbarian Gods, aren’t there three thousand of them as well?"
Elder Zamu was slightly stunned, not understanding why this seemingly calm and unfathomable "Senior" was suddenly so excited.
"These three thousand are not an exact number; they fluctuate with the rise and fall of clans, sometimes more, sometimes less, but generally, it’s about that..." Elder Zamu explained.
But before he could finish, Mo Hua said, "Help me with something..."
He took out paper and pen, handing them to the bewildered Elder Zamu:
"Write down the names, families, addresses, and ways of worship of the Barbarian Gods you know for me..."