I still want to ask again, but the ground under his feet was shaking. Tang Guo used brute force to clear the way and break through the trapped formation. He was wrapped tightly from head to toe in full armor. He held a long ax and made deep footprints step by step. The gravel and stones on the ground were broken by

Unable to resist oppression, it will be broken into powder.

Jimo Can glanced over coldly.

Gong Xiqiu: "Let's not talk about this for now, the enemy is more important."

Jimo Can snorted coldly: "Step back."

Gong Xiqiu suddenly opened his eyes: "How can this be done?"

"I gave you a chance, but you failed!"

Gong Xiqiu: "...I'm useless?"

Jimo Can frowned impatiently: "You are in the way."

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

But he saw the wooden stick in Jimo Can's hand turning around in his hand, raised his hand, pointed at Tang Guo, and looked at him with cold eyes: "My clan has wasted its heroic souls in vain, and has longed for your flesh and blood for a long time. I know what blood debt blood is."

To pay? Go to Quantai——"

"Everyone in the clan, listen to my orders!"

After the words fell, Gong Xiqiu's feet were filled with red blood.

Familiar figures crawled out of the pool of blood, but they were no longer as alive as before. Their clothes were stained with blood, and their breath was not as full of life as before. They were lifeless and full of resentment. He was slightly panicked and glanced away, seeing the forehead of the leading young man.

mole.

"uncle!"

he blurted out.

But his uncle ignored him.

At this time, Jimo Can's voice came from above his head again.

Low, spiteful, like the whispers of ghosts and gods.

"Leave no one alive!"

An elder of the clan who was very familiar to Gong Xiqiu was acting like a puppet who had lost his mind and only knew how to kill. He followed Jimo Can's order and bared his scarlet fangs at Tang Guo. This scene was very disturbing to Gong Xichou.

Extremely unfamiliar.

Even a little cold.

"You--you actually blasphemed the dead?"

This kind of strange method is not uncommon throughout the mainland, but most of them are soldiers who died fighting at the border and volunteered to guard the border. When the national border barrier is in trouble, they will do their best to protect the security of the country. But these tribesmen are not like this.

Such a situation!

Jimo Can said indifferently: "They are fighting for you."

Gong Xiqiu was startled.

Jimo Can: "Keeping you alive is their obsession."

Every time a tribesman dies, the high priest will hold a requiem ceremony, burn the remains, and guide the tribesman's soul back to the embrace of the gods. Every time such a ceremony is held, the tribesmen smile. In their view, this is not death but

It's a new beginning.

And these tribesmen who died on the night of genocide...

He didn't undergo the requiem... Gong Xiqiu didn't understand either.
Chapter completed!