Gong Xiqiu: "After all, he is a fifteenth-level junior who has reached the pinnacle. He is only one step away from breaking through, so he will not die so easily."

Jimo Can's white eyes became more and more obvious.

"Then why don't you just cut off his head while he is unable to resist? Do you want to wait for him to break free?"

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

This is very reasonable.

Until he cut off the eyesore head with his own hands, Gong Xiqiu still had an unreal feeling like a dream... Is Tang Guo really dead? This seemed a bit too easy and abrupt. But the head was in his hands, so it couldn't be an illusion.

"Is he... really dead?"

Jimo Can said: "Yeah."

"Is it really dead?"

Jimo Can was rarely patient: "Yeah."

Gong Xiqiu raised his arms and laughed while holding the head.

"He's so dead!"

Went around in circles to celebrate.

"Big revenge must be avenged! Hahahaha——"

After laughing for a long time, I realized that I was the only one laughing.

"Why don't you smile?"

Jimo Can asked back: "Why should I giggle?"

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

Is this really the husband I chose?

Don’t they all say that the high priest is the person favored by the gods?

Is this the aesthetic value of gods?

A mouthful of old blood choked his throat, and his joy faded a little, but it didn't matter. Jimo Can didn't know how to celebrate. He could share the news with his uncle and the others. He killed the three masterminds of the Pig King and killed Tang Guo, the executioner...

It's also a relief to them.

However, before Gong Xiqiu could speak, their figures began to disappear upward from their feet, and Gong Xiqiu hurriedly rushed forward.

"uncle--"

What he got in return was a pat on the head from his uncle.

"Our A-Nian has grown up successfully."

These words directly made Gong Xiqiu's eyes turn red quickly, and tears burst out. Jimo Can only watched this scene coldly.

Regardless of him or these heroic spirits from the Gongxi tribe who are still obsessed with it, their goal today has never been to kill Tang Guo.

It's just that the elders stepped in and allowed the wronged junior to vent their grievances over the years, completely remove the burden of genocide, and stride towards the future with head held high. His life is no longer in the past. As for Tang Guo? His life is just harvested by the way.

"Uncle and the others——"

Gong Xiqiu looked at Jimo Can as if asking for help.

Jimo Can said: "The obsession has disappeared, don't force it to stay."

As he spoke, the high priest's attire completely faded away.

"Then can you requiem their souls and send them back to the embrace of the gods?" Gong Xiqiu's tone was a little cautious.

If he could, he would send his elders off to a new life with a smile.

When Jimo Can heard the word "Requiem", his expression was strange and helpless. He didn't say no, but he didn't say yes either: "Come with me - I just said, if you take off Tang Guo's head, I will tell you."

All the truth. But if you say yes, don’t regret it.”

Gong Xiqiu cheered up.

I looked back at the place where the elder disappeared.

"You said so, how could I regret it?"

The movement in Chengkang Temple had alerted the guards of the capital, and Gong Xiqiu and Jimo Can left this place of right and wrong immediately.

Then, in a secluded rural wooden house, he saw the person Jimo Can asked him to see, but this person——

Gong Xiqiu looked at Jimo Can, and then at "Jimo Can" who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his complexion deathly pale. His expression showed a bit of panic, and he kept changing between the two. Strong uneasiness surged up.

In his heart, he pulled Jimo Can back.

The wooden door closed with a snap.

Jimo Can watched his stupid behavior silently.

"Didn't you say you don't regret it?"

Gong Xiqiu was angered by his indifferent inquiry.

"What's going on here!"

How come there are two Jimo Cans?

Jimo Can brushed Gong Xiqiu out of the way, pushed open the door, and stepped in. He didn't see anything strange about his other self in his expression. He stayed in the shadow of the room and looked back at Gong Xiqiu, who was standing in the light:

"I'll tell you now."

"I don't listen! I just don't listen!"

Jimo Can picked up a wooden stick.

He frowned and said, "Do you want to get a spanking?"

Gong Xiqiu breathed so hard that he didn't hold himself back to death.

Jimo Can sighed: "When should we start talking about this? It's too complicated, and I'm afraid your brain won't understand it. It's too simple, and I'm afraid you'll get it wrong. Whether you understand it or not,

Write it down carefully and think about it slowly."

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

"Although I call myself 'Jimo Can', in fact, I have not been qualified to have this surname for a long time." Jimo Can was a big thunder when he came up. "Many years ago, when your eldest brother was still there, I took over as the eldest brother.

The office of priest…”

"But I don't like it, but I don't know why I don't like it."

"It wasn't until I left the tribe and saw the chaos and cruelty outside that all the doubts in my mind were cleared, and I began to question the existence of gods." Ignoring Gong Xiqiu's expression of fear that his eyes were about to fall out, he continued, "The so-called

The high priest of the Gongxi tribe does the same boring, useless and meaningless thing every day, presiding over the weddings and funerals of the tribe, and mediating conflicts among the tribe..."

"How can it be boring, useless and meaningless?"

The high priest has been his dream since childhood!

Gong Xiqiu retorted unconvinced.

Jimo Can ignored it and asked: "Have you ever thought that there are gods in the world, so why don't they care about the sufferings of the people? Stars fell from the sky, and hundreds of countries in the world conquered for more than two hundred years, causing countless casualties. Why did the people deserve it? Why did the living beings suffer?

Did she listen?"

Gongxi Qiu was unconvinced: "Why should she listen? She is only trusted by the Gongxi clan, why should she care about those monsters outside who are causing random killings for the sake of human greed?"

Jimo Can asked again: "Since you have been worshiped and worshiped by the Gongxi clan for so many years, why did you exterminate the clan?"

Gong Xiqiu was choked.

Jimo Can softened his expression: "...Since then, I have begun to doubt the existence of God. Even if she does exist, the Gongxi clan has a way to save the world - the Wu Gu disaster back then was only one step away from the unification of the mainland.

, we are still just a little bit away from being able to truly unify, proving that this road can be taken, but if we can avoid which step we took wrongly, we may be able to achieve our goal! In this case, why do we have to live in one place, singing or dancing all day long?

, jumping up and down like a wild monkey?"

Gong Xiqiu blinked and couldn't answer.

He doesn't think there's anything wrong with singing and dancing all day long.

If the mainland is unified, what does it matter to their clan?

Isn't the source of the disaster of genocide the result of the greed and greed of these demons and demons from the outside world, who have allowed the whole clan to accompany them?

Isn’t this why our ancestors were convicted and exiled?

The Gongxi clan is originally a reclusive clan.

Why don’t the reclusive clan live in seclusion?

What came to his mind: "But the high priest..."

The high priest's divine power comes from faith.

Jimo Can's belief has been shaken, which is not good.

But what he didn't expect was that Jimo Can was not just shaken, but more serious: "After I returned to my clan, I suppressed my doubts until something happened that made me completely determined. You should know that you have an older brother.

Bar?"
To be continued...