The Little Overlord of the Deserted Village

An egg was smashed and an incredible little ancestor was created. The young and old men of Shicun never dreamed that—— What fell from the sky that night was not a meteorite or bird droppings. It's a steaming giant egg. The eggshell cracked, and a white doll popped out, with big eyes twinkling. Apart from crying when hungry and hugging when sleepy, it seems... Nothing special? (That's weird.) Until he chased chickens and dogs, scaring all the chickens in the village to stop laying eggs; Until he stretched out his little hand, the meat "popped" and caught fire; Until he rubbed his eyes in the middle of the night and said "there is a bad dog", and the shadow wolf outside the village was burned to charcoal... Shi Hu held the hunting fork and doubted life: "Clan leader, is this a baby we picked up, or is it a human-shaped piece of fire?" More trouble is yet to come—— The mourning bluestone, which had been silent for a hundred years, suddenly spoke: "The Son of Fire... Finally wakes up." The shadows in the deep mountains began to stir, and the eyes in the night sky quietly watched. Even the bastard who stole cabbage from the next village smelled something was wrong. And what about the little ancestor himself? He was sitting on the threshold, dangling his short legs, staring at the gurgling broth in the pot. The fire in his eyes danced happily, and the corners of his mouth were suspiciously bright. "Uncle Tiger, when will the meat be ready?" "Hungry."