The Soul-killing Envoy sat down on the spot, and after a moment, he regained his usual calmness: "The mountain and river cone have been here for thousands or tens of thousands of years. The girl said that Sang Zan flattened the stone tablet on the altar, which should be regarded as releasing the wronged soul trapped inside. It was to solve this case. Unexpectedly, the dead soul has no tears. Such movement must be the sharp sound of the soul emitting souls. Millions of wronged souls shouted at the same time. Don't say you and I can't stand it, and a hundred thousand snow mountain can be shaken down."

Zhao Yunlan stood behind him with his hands behind his back, silent.

The Soul-Slaying Envoy said, "This is surprising."

Before Zhao Yunlan could answer, suddenly, his clear sign flashed, and a white shadow quickly emerged. With an unswerving attitude, he rushed towards the direction of the mountains and rivers without hesitation.

However, she had only rushed less than one meter away, and her body had not yet completely left the dial. Zhao Yunlan's hand suddenly "grown" a transparent thin thread like spider silk, firmly tied Wang Zheng to the spot.

Wang Zheng was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, and the eyes of a man and a ghost met in the air. There seemed to be a water light in her eyes, but she was stuck in a talisman so that she couldn't even cry. Zhao Yunlan was always expressionless, which seemed particularly unreasonable.

"I ran under my nose once. If you could run for the second time, I would cut off my head and use it as a ball to kick it for you." Zhao Yunlan said coldly.

Wang Zheng retracted a little silently, and the spider silks were still tied to her like shadows.

Zhao Yunlan's eyes twitched twice, staring at her with a bad expression. Wang Zheng was instinctively afraid, lowered his head and did not dare to take his gaze. Finally, the Soul-Slaying Envoy gently pulled him and persuaded him tepidly: "Master, if you have something to say, don't be angry."

Zhao Yunlan glanced at him - he could scold his subordinates, but he could not help but sell the face of the soul-killing. So he said to Wang Zheng as calmly as possible: "Do you think that sacrifice yourself to the mountains and rivers can calm the resentment of the crying of thousands of ghosts? I don't understand, do you think that 'the sincerity comes from, gold and stone are the only way to open up', or do you really treat yourself as a dish?"

He started to keep his tone down, but in the end he probably became more and more angry as he spoke, almost shouting at Wang Zheng: "Are you stupid?"

The slender red marks on Wang Zheng's neck looked even more eye-catching, and the paper talismans on his forehead shook slightly with her, looking like the Erque zombie girl in a third-rate horror movie. Her style looked very funny, but no one present could laugh.

After Zhao Yunlan roared the last sentence, he finally vented his own voice. His expression calmed a little. He found a place next to the Soul-Slaying Envoy and sat on the ground. He raised his chin at Wang Zheng, and said mercifully: "You sit too."

As soon as he finished speaking, the silk thread tied with Wang Zheng surged into the shape of a silver-white chair in the air, just enough for a person to sit on.

Perhaps the story of her life and death was too long. In Wang Zheng, she could not see any unique enthusiasm and unrestrainedness in the ethnic minorities in the cold areas. She always seemed gloomy, silent, and full of inappropriate restraint.

The girl's long black hair hung on her cheeks and floated motionlessly in the air.

After several efforts, Zhao Yunlan finally calmed down his tone. He slowly said: "Some things can be guessed by the onlookers by just listening to them. Do you know why this is?"

Wang Zheng quietly raised his eyes.

Zhao Yunlan sighed: "It's because it will happen no matter what, it is destined, and it cannot be stopped by your own ability."

Wang Zheng murmured, "Do you know?"

"I just know people like Sang Zan," said Zhao Yunlan. "Hundreds of generations of slaves, my son is still a cow and a horse after my death. No one dares to resist. He was the first to set a precedent in this way. He must be very dissatisfied. If you want his life, you may be able to die generously, but you cannot hurt his dignity. If you don't mention fame, wealth, or promotion, or wealth, the most basic dignity of a man is to have a wife and a son, so that the people you care about can safely?"

After hearing this, the Soul-Slaying Envoy couldn't help but whisper to him: "Is the same true for the Lord?"

"Fate cannot be forced," Zhao Yunlan couldn't think of how the Soul-Slaying Envoy wanted to chat about these trivial things, so he said casually, "But if someone is willing to follow me wholeheartedly, take care of me, and know Leng Zhihe for me, but I don't even have the heart to protect others. What is that? Is it worthy of being called someone?"

The soul-killing envoy's hand, which was placed on his knee, shrank into his sleeve, and in a place where others could not see it, he couldn't help but clenched his fists. After a while, he said softly: "It makes the Lord deeply affectionate, but I don't know who can be lucky enough to get it."

"Ah?" Zhao Yunlan was stunned by his praise, thinking that this was a bit strange, so she laughed, "Oh, sir, don't, I'm so proud of this, I'm so goosebumps."

The Soul-Slaying Envoy chuckled, not taking what he said, but said, "For his tribe, Sang Zan was so guilty and took risks, wanting everyone to live an equal and prosperous life. He personally realized this seemingly out of reach. He must have expected what happened later."

Zhao Yunlan: "If it were me, the beloved woman who died at the hands of these people and under the rules set by himself, she would definitely hate these people more than the old patriarch."

"More than that," the soul-killing envoy raised his head, looked at the mountains and river cones standing there through the gray mist he created, and said softly, "It is impossible to eliminate the hatred in his heart even if it is cut into pieces."

There was a chilling chill in his voice. Wang Zheng felt it keenly and couldn't help but shrink behind Zhao Yunlan.

Zhao Yunlan asked: "Did Sang Zan watch you beheaded with his own eyes?"

"They put him under house arrest." Wang Zheng shook his head, "The girl's father said he was confused by me, it was for his own good."

Zhao Yunlan was silent for a moment and asked again: "Is that Sang Zan put away your bones?"

Wang Zheng nodded.

Zhao Yunlan: "So, you said you wanted to come back to find your own corpse and get buried in peace, but was it actually lying to me?"

Wang Zheng lowered his head, and after a while, he nodded again.

Zhao Yunlan frowned and looked at her for a while, turned her eyes away, and said in a stiff tone: "No next time."

Seeing that his attitude was relieved, the Soul-Slaying Envoy interrupted and asked at the right time: "So did Sang Zan put the girl's bones into the water?"

Wang Zheng took a deep breath and calmed for a moment: "Yes, among our clans, the mountain is intended to be "detained and shocked". The water floats thousands of miles away from the lanterns, and thousands of miles away. After slaves and sinners die, they will be killed on the top of the mountain. After the death of nobles or respected people, they float into the water and hold a water burial. He dug out my head at night, stole my body that was about to be cremated, cut off the head of the girl who died unexpectedly, exchanged her body for mine, and finally sewed my head and body together by the river, stuffed it into the body bag originally prepared for the girl, hugged me and cried all night. The next day, he watched others put me in the water."

When she said this, she raised her neck slightly and gently stroked her fingers over a circle of red threads under her neck. The pins were fine and dense. Usually, they only felt terrifying, but at this time they felt sad for no reason.

What kind of mood did he wash the face of the person in his arms, and stroked her fingers with a pale, sallow face, sewing her head and body together?

Perhaps, he had not had time to express his unexplained intentions to her.

The passing years are so unreasonable and cruel. If you get rid of it, it will change the pillars, making people heart-wrenching and it will be hard to turn back.

Even the man next to him was silent at the same time, and I don’t know what he remembered.

"Liushui took my body away, but I never left," said Wang Zheng. "I kept watching him, and he became another person. The voting meeting in the clan was led by three people in turn, one was Sang Zan, the other was the one who took the lead in executing me, and another respected old man, who nominated the major event, and everyone raised their hands to express their opinions. Later, Sang Zan married the old man's granddaughter, and the two of them joined forces to exclude the person who executed me. Later, a trap was set up to frame him. Two years later, people also raised their hands to execute him."

Zhao Yunlan took out a cigarette, put it under his nose, and sniffed it gently.

"Another year passed, the respected old man died. Others thought he was old, weak and sick, but I saw with my own eyes that it was Sang Zan who gave him □□.” Wang Zheng's eyebrows twitched quickly, as if he still dared not accept such a reality - □□ is a coward's weapon, how could a man who stands tall and strong and can only poison him secretly?

He seemed to be using this method, spared no effort to insult those who were killed by his god without knowing it, and also insulting himself.

"Later it was his wife, and his toddler young son... his flesh and blood." Wang Zheng grabbed the same empty white dress on her body with almost transparent fingers. "Everyone who was killed by him would secretly cut off their heads the day before they went into the water, pressed them in with a stone, buried their heads in the mountain, and then let their bodies sink to the bottom of the water and no longer float away. At this time, there was no one in the clan who could compete with him anymore. His reputation reached its peak. He spent several years deliberately making everyone think they were free to raise their hands, but what he agreed to was what he wanted them to agree with, and he became the new leader."

A powerful person who only wants to destroy the leader of this nation.

Then there were factional struggles, Sang Zan suppressed, supported, and even deliberately secretly intensified the conflict...

The once simple and brave young man became a conspirator without any instruction. The young man who cried all night with his lover's body became a cold-blooded and dangerous person... Just like those good people who sang and danced, simply wanted to live a good life, would raise their hands, pick up the guillotine together, cut off the head of an innocent girl, and press her soul forever in the boundless darkness and slavery.

"In the fifteenth year after my death, the Hanga tribe again had civil strife. The oppressed slaves from generation to generation were divided into two factions and aimed their weapons at their compatriots. This battle was more miserable and intense than before. After fighting for a whole day and night, the dead people filled the valley. The blood-covered torched beside the corpse and howled loudly. The vultures were attracted by the smell of dead people and hovered high, but did not come down... Because Sang Zan led the remaining people to the altar, and then lit the turbid oil he had buried there. Standing in the middle of the fire, he lifted a stone slab that was upside down under the cone of the mountain and river."

Wang Zheng said softly: "The stone slab that was once flattened represents the eternal slavery, carved the name of everyone. The fire has never been extinguished, as if it is about to burn the entire valley, only the mountain and river cone, it is like a cold pillar of shame, standing there, and always..."
Chapter completed!