Jimo Can said this in an understatement. It sounded like Gong Xi Qiu was struck by lightning. What does it mean that the last high priest came to seek bad luck? Isn't that senior already dead? If not, why didn't he come back and seek bad luck when he came back?

?

It's obviously someone who came with bad intentions.

Jimo Can smiled a little maliciously.

"You see, God's vision is not very good. Look at the candidates she has chosen for the high priest. Everyone is going crazy!"

He is a cruel person and even scolds himself.

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

Totally impossible to refute.

He seemed to understand why the old priest's face was wrinkled and sad, and he stabbed two high priests in the back!

"Your brother was lost at that time."

Gong Xiqiu asked: "How do you know he is not dead?"

Jimo Can had a strange expression.

"Don't you even look at the life lamp?"

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

The so-called life lamp is a long-lasting lamp that is lit by the high priest on the full moon after the tribe is born, using the breath of the baby as a guide. It is also the life lamp. The wind cannot blow it out, and the water cannot extinguish it. Once a person dies, the life lamp will be extinguished.

But why does he see this?

Jimo Can was once again disappointed with his son's brain: "There are still four life lamps burning, but now there are only three left. One for your brother, one for you, and one for the high priest. You said I don't recognize you, but

If you pay attention to the life lamp, you won't say that dad is dead."

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

The whole clan has been exterminated. What kind of life lamp is he looking for? Is there only one light on him when the whole cave is pitch black?

Jimo Can raised his eyebrows and asked, "So, it's my fault?"

Gong Xiqiu was confused when asked, with a pitiful expression.

He lowered his head: "No, it's my fault."

Jimo Can touched his son's dog's head... ah no, his head, it was a rare moment of tenderness: "If you know your mistakes and you can correct them, there is no greater good. It would be best if you can find your brother, and it doesn't matter if you can't find him. There is still a blood connection in this world.

, it’s also a blessing.”

He told Gong Xiqiu this just to give him something to think about to support him through the loneliest time.

Starting today, this child is really alone.

Jimo Can hugged his son, suppressed his emotions and laughed softly: "Smile, A-Nian, my father is going to a new life."

Looking at the other party's body that was gradually becoming transparent, Gong Xiqiu hugged back but did not dare to use force and held back tears: "Has the gods forgive you?"

"Yes, your uncle and the others are still waiting for your father to lead the way. When your earthly life is exhausted, they will come to pick you up with your mother-in-law. We will meet again then, but not too early. Smile more and think about the family motto.

"If you cry on this occasion, be careful with the old priest's wooden staff. Write down the rest of the instructions and put them in a box. Read it yourself." Jimo Can said, "Smile, A-Nian."

How could Gong Xiqiu still laugh?

But he still forced the corner of his mouth.

"Um!"

Gong Xiqiu was already familiar with the matter of handling corpses. Looking at Jimo Can with his eyes closed in the firelight, he still refused to believe that he was dead. He always felt that the other party would come out from somewhere and taunt him in a mean and sarcastic tone.

Own.

After packing away the ashes, he sat there all night holding the urn, feeling at a loss and not knowing where he was.

Next——

Where is he going?

He looked down at the urn warmed by his embrace.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Let's take you home for reunion."

In view of Jimo Can's unreliable character and his tendency to make nonsense and mean words, he was skeptical about Jimo Can's words of "getting forgiven". He thought, how could the gods like it?

It would be safer to send them back to their clan, pay sacrifices to the gods, manage relationships, be accommodating, and say good things...

Gong Xiqiu made up his mind.

At dawn, step on the morning dew and leave.

As for the Geng Kingdom losing King Sheng overnight, he didn't want to know what would happen to the two royal uncles of the clan and the country's stone pillar Tang Guo. The weaker the Geng Kingdom, the easier it would be to be annexed, and the people under its rule would get a chance to breathe. On the contrary, the two parties

If the forces are too close, they will only fall into a tug-of-war, and the common people will not be able to make a living.

As for Zheng Qiao's recruitment... is he worthy of a villain who has evil thoughts and evil ways?

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"Alas, business is not easy to do in this world..."

While resting in a teahouse on Gongxiqiu Road, I heard several businessmen at the next table sighing: "Your business is guaranteed to make a profit, but it's just how much you make. Why are you still sighing? You are like this, let me wait for a few

How do brothers deal with themselves?"

"Is there any business in this world that is guaranteed to make a profit? My brother almost lost everything on this trip and almost lost his life. Does Longwu County know? It's not peaceful!"

The merchants were still frightened when they talked about this incident.

It turned out that this merchant was in the business of smuggling salt and iron.

This business was left in the peaceful and prosperous times, and the entire household registration book would be beheaded, but in this chaotic era of war and chaos, the country is not safe, how can it take care of this? Some traders will grit their teeth and take risks driven by profit.

If you are lucky, you can make a lot of money.

This businessman is one of them.

The road of smuggling to foreign races is still the same, because the competition pressure is low and the profits are high. The disadvantage is that the risks are also high.

But he went to a pier and followed a senior salt seller when he was off the line. He could eat meat and drink some soup.

Unexpectedly, there was no news about the salt seller who had gone to Shiwuxi territory. He waited around in Longwu County and could not wait. The appointed time had already passed, and he knew in his heart that the other party was in danger.

He could only curse in his stomach that the Shiwu aliens were fierce and cunning, but they also cared about his goods. It happened that the border was not peaceful, so in order to save his life, he had no choice but to escape early.

After hearing the unfortunate merchant's experience, everyone sympathized.

Just as he was about to feel relieved, the merchant suddenly slapped the table, sweeping away his decadence and becoming energetic as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood.

"However, I heard some news on the way, which made me feel relieved! Do you know about the Shiwu Kings? Their king personally marched on the front line, hahaha, who knew there was a fire in the backyard! Even this messy Caotai team wants to covet our fertile soil? Bah!

!”

"There's a fire in the backyard?"

I'm glad to hear this.

Everyone asked what was going on.

Gong Xiqiu, who was about to serve the wine and ask his father if he wanted a sip from the urn, was also attracted to his attention and stretched out his ears.

The merchant stroked his long beard.

"If you want to know this, you need to start from a month ago!"

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

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Suddenly I feel liver pain...

It’s been a long time since my liver has grown so long, and the spores have grown a little bigger. She squeezes me when I sit for a long time...

PS: Ooooh, can you give me your monthly pass? Today is the 30th, and the current monthly pass is 7151, which is very close to 8,000???
Chapter completed!