Although I accidentally saw this unpleasant elder brother this night, judging from the situation, it should be the other party who saved me. Gong Xiqiu tried to open his mouth, but with such a simple movement, he was so anxious that he felt like sweating, and his lips still couldn't move an inch.
I don't know how long it has been.
It seems very long, but also seems very short.
The elder brother who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed let out a foul breath, and let go of his prayer gesture. His brows and eyes were full of fatigue visible to the naked eye, as if he had been drained of energy by something. The moment he got up, the costumes of the priests who paid the gods all over his body melted away.
revealing a Confucian shirt covered with blood and scratches.
Raised his hand to test Gong Xiqiu's intercarotid artery.
When he touched the fresh and soft young skin, a strong throb full of life came from under his fingertips, sweeping away the fatigue just now, he seemed to be crying, and buried Gong Xichou's head in his arms with both hands, choking: 【Ah Nian...】
Gong Xiqiu could smell the blood and sweat in the opponent's arms, as well as the salty liquid dripping down his cheeks and slipping into the corners of his mouth.
His mind is a little confused.
It turns out that my brother loves me so much. Then why did you see that your eyes were not eyes, and your nose was not a nose?
Followed by the body suspended in the air.
At that time, his figure had not yet grown up, and his adult brother could easily pick him up, and there were sounds of enemies in the distance.
The entire clan is full of enemies.
Brother led him in a daze, who managed to save his life and lost a lot of blood, and evaded everywhere. Relying on his familiarity with the clan and some means, he was lucky not to be exposed. Until passing through a square, this place is the place where the bonfire meeting is held on important days of the tribe. The weddings and funerals are basically arranged here. At this time, it was completely soaked in blood, and the corpses were piled up in disorder.
There are several pottery urns on the field.
Under the pottery urn was burning red charcoal fire.
The soup in the pottery urn is boiling.
Crying, screaming, moaning, pleading.
It was supposed to be a place full of laughter and laughter, but now it was so **** that it seemed that Senluo Hell had descended into the world. Gong Xichou looked at this scene, his eyes hurt and his head was about to explode. Unfortunately, he couldn't yell out, not even a single syllable.
All the pain turned into a mad and trapped beast, rampaging, biting and roaring in his mind, and he couldn't find an outlet.
Why!
Why can't he move!
Why can't he kill it!
Why let him see these!
"I, want, slaughter, you!"
"Ahhhhh—"
In reality, only a short time has passed, but Gong Xiqiu feels that it has been more than ten years. The seeds of hatred that sprouted from the night of genocide did not dissipate without a trace because of his loss of memory, but chewed on the irresolvable hatred in a corner that he did not know, absorbing the hatred and growing into a towering tree. This force instantly broke through the shackles imposed on him, and his eyes were scarlet.
Hate was finally vented in this vent.
Tang Guo looked at Gong Xichou's sudden aura, even from such a long distance, he could still feel the burning sensation that made his skin slightly painful. The martial armor changed from materialization to viscous flame, and blood beads seeped out from under the skin.
he…
felt the threat of death.
no!
This son must be killed as soon as possible!
Don't wait for Tang Guo to do it, one of the reinforcements who came from the foot of the mountain was a little closer, and screamed suddenly. He turned his head and looked over, only to see that his confidant who had followed him in the war for many years turned into human skin and bones in an instant.
The human skin is so old that it loses its luster.
this-
Tang Guo suddenly thought of something, retreated suddenly, and ordered the others to stay away and keep their distance. Gongxi Qiu is using the Gongxi Clan's secret method at this moment, fighting him desperately! This kind of method has been seen in other warriors of the Gongxi tribe.
This secret method is tricky and tricky.
It is easy to deal with it.
Because once it is really activated, it will lose its flexible mobility, and when the target's life span is exhausted, Tang Guo will die without doing anything. Sure enough, with Gong Xiqiu at the center, the vegetation and creatures were sucked out of their vitality at an incredible speed.
"Back again!"
Tang Guo ordered again.
Phew! A wooden arrow appeared from nowhere, streaked down the air, and sank straight into Gong Xichou's chest.
Outsiders didn't understand what happened, but Gong Xichou could clearly feel that the forcefully burning martial energy in his body was instantly frozen, and the bone-piercing chill made him shiver. Not to mention that the original scarlet eyes regained their clarity, they also suffered a little backlash.
"Who did it?"
Clutching his chest, he wanted to greet his ancestors.
"Gongxi Fengen, is this how you squander your life?" In midair, a figure that no one expected appeared. King Shu's most trusted confidant! At this time, he was wearing a priest's robe with gorgeous and weird decorations, and he was holding a wooden staff.
The half of the staff is entangled by vines shaped like pythons.
only-
This man's face was as green as a vine.
Tang Guo's face was as black as the mud in the stinking ditch, and he recognized this outfit. He had seen it on a Gongxi man with a stooped figure and gray hair back then. It was this old immortal thing that caused him great harm.
His memory has fully recovered, and for a moment he didn't know whether to be moved by his brother's life-saving grace, or to be annoyed that he interrupted him, and called himself "Bong En", a disgusting and shameful title. Gong Xiqiu took a deep breath, pointed at Tang Guo and spoke.
"Brother, if you still have the surname Gongxi, you are still from the Gongxi tribe. Today, join hands with me to screw this old bastard's head!"
As long as the other party agrees.
I am sure.
The ability of the high priest is different from that known to the world. The latter all absorb the energy of the world and turn it into their own use, while the former is derived from the belief in the gods enshrined in the clan. The high priest is the spokesperson of the gods, and his strength has always been good.
Although I don’t know why my elder brother is not in the clan land as the high priest, and the old priest is still in tears when he is old, but he is the high priest. Together, the two brothers will definitely be able to skin and dismantle everyone including Tang Guo, leaving no one alive!
Unexpectedly, the elder brother just raised his hand to set up a trap.
His face was getting closer to the brown of the main body of the wooden stick, and he looked at Gong Xichou with a face ready to settle accounts after autumn.
"Can."
Gong Xiqiu was puzzled: "What?"
He said angrily: "My name is Can, Jimo Can!"
Gong Xiqiu is still puzzled.
However, I finally know my brother's real name, making ice-breaking progress!
ah-
No, wait—
Gong Xiqiu has long memorized the family tree by heart, and the clan has been passed down for many years, and there are very few people with the same name. The name "Can" seems to be only one in memory, the partner next to his old mother's name, the previous high priest—seems to be Jimo Can.
Gong Xiqiu was struck by lightning.
The elder brother he thought was actually my mother's ex-husband?
Ji Mocan's black face: "I am your father!"
Gong Xichou: "..."
He was a little unclear about this relationship for a while.
I wanted to ask again, but the ground shook under my feet, and Tang Guo used brute force to clear the way and break through the trapped formation. He was wrapped tightly in full armor from head to toe, and holding a long axe, he made deep footprints step by step, and the sand and gravel on the ground could not withstand the pressure and shattered into fine powder.
Ji Mocan glanced over coldly.
Gong Xiqiu: "Let's not talk about this first, the enemy is more important."
Ji Mocan snorted coldly: "Back off."
Gong Xiqiu suddenly opened his eyes: "How can this be done?"
"I gave you a chance, but you are useless!"
Gong Xichou: "...I'm useless?"
Ji Mocan frowned impatiently: "You are in the way."
Gong Xichou: "..."
But Jimo Can turned the wooden staff around in his hand, raised his hand, pointed at Tang Guo, and looked at him coldly: "My clan died in vain, longing for the king's flesh and blood for a long time. Knowing what is blood debt blood?" Compensation? Let’s go to Quantai—"
"The whole family, listen to my orders!"
As the voice fell, Gong Xichou's feet were covered in red blood.
Familiar figures crawled out of the pool of blood, but they were no longer alive, their clothes were stained with blood, and their breath was not as vibrant as before, lifeless and full of resentment. He was a little flustered, he glanced away and saw a mole on the forehead of the leading young man.
"uncle!"
he blurted out.
But uncle ignored him.
At this time, Jimo Can's voice came from above his head again.
Deep, vicious, whispering like ghosts and gods.
"Leave no survivors!"
A clan elder who is extremely familiar with Gong Xichou, at this moment, like a puppet who has lost his mind and only knows how to kill, he obeys Jimo Can's order and bares his scarlet fangs at Tang Guo. This scene was extremely unfamiliar to Gong Xichou.
Even a little bit cold.
"You—you actually blasphemed the dead?"
This kind of strange method is not absent throughout the mainland, but most of them are killed at the border, and the souls of soldiers who voluntarily stationed at the border are obsessed with it. But this is not the case with these tribesmen!
Ji Mocan said indifferently: "They are fighting for you."
Gong Xiqiu was taken aback.
Ji Mocan: "It's their obsession to keep you alive."
Every time a clansman dies, the high priest will hold a requiem ceremony, burn the remains, and guide the souls of the clansmen to return to the embrace of the gods. Every time this kind of ceremony, the clansmen smile. In their view, this is not death but a new beginning.
These tribesmen who died on the night of genocide...
Didn't undergo requiem...Gong Xiqiu didn't understand either.
Ji Mocan laughed at himself: "I can't order them. Their dying obsession is always there, by your side."