Xinzi seemed to have seen hope, and talked about Qi Xiuyuan's kidney donation, and finally said: "After the kidney transplant, my wife's injury has stabilized, and she can get out of bed and move around without any problems."

The joy in Qiu Shiwei's eyes flashed away.

Then came dissatisfaction.

That Qi Xiuyuan sick man is clearly trying to please the surly boy. If it weren't for his existence, how could his mother be so unkind to him? Damn it!

After hearing Xinzi's words, the great shaman on Miliu's horse was thoughtful, and then whispered some instructions to Qiu Shiwei. Qiu Shiwei's eyes suddenly widened, full of confusion.

"Great witch, this spot is hard-earned, why should we give it to someone else? And to that sick man!"

The great witch always maintains a light smile on his face.

He said calmly:

"Didn't I make it clear to you on the way back? Why can't you think about it again? Shiwei, if you want to do big things, you can't stick to trivial things."

The three of them haven't arrived at the city gate yet.

From a distance, the old guard guarding the gate recognized the great shaman of the Sang tribe.

For a tribe, the status of the great witch is second only to the chief. Some tribes even surpass the chief. Since the death of the previous generation of great witches and immortals, their Meng tribe.

No witch has appeared in the past hundred years.

Therefore, it will decline more and more.

The great shaman of the Sang tribe was so famous that everyone in the Shiwan Mountains knew him. But later, because he had to travel, there was no news for decades. Everyone thought he died outside. Otherwise, how could he be exterminated in the Sang tribe?

At that time, he didn’t even show up.

The gatekeeper ran back to the tribe out of breath.

First, they arrived at the chief's three-story wooden building. After learning that the chief was in Qiu Tower, he ran over again, out of breath and said: "Quick, quick... tell the chief, the great witch of the Sang tribe is coming.

Got it!!"

The guard guarding the door was shaken.

He said in disbelief: "It's clear and sunny, you must have seen a ghost. You are talking nonsense, go and guard your city gate. This is not a joke."

After the messenger repeated it again and again, the guard realized that this was not a joke. It was obvious that the shaman from the Sang tribe had really come. No matter which tribe it was, as long as the shaman came, it must be received with the greatest etiquette.

The tall guard asked the other person to stay on guard.

He thumped up to the second floor:

"Chief, the people at the city gate are here to report that Master Qiu has brought the shamans from the Sang tribe to our tribe!"

The old chief who was talking inside was stunned for a moment when he heard the words. Then he suddenly picked up the wooden pillar and arrived outside the door like a gust of wind. After learning that the news was true, he couldn't help but raised his head and laughed:

"What a blessing from our ancestors!"

The San tribe has perished.

The only fire is his grandson.

Due to emotions and reasons, the shamans of the Sang tribe will choose to station in their tribe.

Now not only is Miss Fu here, but there is also a great shaman blessing, so why worry about their Meng tribe not being able to rise!

"Quick, quick, get people ready, we want to welcome the arrival of the witch with the most solemn ceremony!"

The old chief's voice faded away outside the house.

Mrs. Qiu in the room couldn't help but tremble slightly, and her eyes flashed with deep fear.

In the tribe.

The roar of flags and drums was even more lively than the Chinese New Year. After Fu Shiyi, who was meditating and adjusting his breath in the room, exited from meditation, he saw everyone wearing new clothes and rushing outside with smiles on their faces. He was surprised and said:
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"Sister Niu, what happy event has happened to the tribe?"

Sister Niu also changed into a new suit. Her eyes were shining and she said: "Master Qiu has brought back the great witch from their tribe. This is not a great joy. As long as the great witch is willing to stay in our tribe, then Master Qiu has made a great contribution."

Got it!"

Fu Shiyi narrowed his eyes slightly.

She has been here for a while.

I also roughly know what a witch is.

"Witch means blessing. He can do invisible things and use dance to bring down gods."

People in this world believe that everything has animism.

The awakened witches in the tribe can summon the ancestral witches to come through spiritual inspiration, and can summon various creatures to help in the battle. What they can practice is the legendary spiritualism. Their spells are weird and mysterious, and they can kill people invisible.

Sister Niu obviously admires the witches of the Sang tribe.

He recounted his examples to Fu Shiyi endlessly.

Fu Shiyi couldn't help but become curious, wondering what the arrival of this so-called great witch would bring to the Meng tribe.

The two of them stood in front of the house for less than a quarter of an hour.

I saw the old chief welcoming an old man with a gray beard entering from the north gate.

There were drummers playing music on the left and right sides, and behind them was a crowded group of people. Although there were many people, they were quiet and no one was whispering.

"Great witch, you've had a hard journey."

The old chief gave Qiu Shiwei an appreciative look and walked towards the living room with the big witch. The old chief originally wanted to let the big witch follow him and sit at the top, but the big witch declined.

After simple greetings.

The great shaman's face showed grief: "I just returned to Mengqiu Mountain a few days ago, only to find that the top of the mountain had been razed to the ground, and not a single member of the tribe was found. After asking, I learned that everyone was killed. Fortunately, the young lady

I took the young master back to my parents’ home, otherwise I’m afraid we won’t even have the last spark of fire left in our Sang tribe.”

The old chief lamented for a while.

The great witch again told about his chance encounter with Qiu Shiwei. The last words were:

"The young lady saved a trace of incense for our Sang tribe, and she is our tribe's great benefactor. Now that she is in trouble, Mr. Qi donated a kidney to save her, and that is Shi Wei and I's great benefactor."

The old chief felt pleased with himself, but he waved his hands repeatedly. Seeing this, the great witch picked up the wooden bowl and took a sip of witch spirit tea, but inadvertently glanced at Qiu Shiwei, who was sitting below.

Qiu Shiwei understood and knelt down in the hall.

He took out a token engraved with a sun pattern from his arms, raised his hands to his head, and choked with sobs:

"Grandpa, cousin Xiuyuan saved my mother's life. I have nothing to repay. This is the spiritual bathing spring that our Sang tribe bought from the Sun Tribe. My grandson will transfer it to his cousin today.

Express my feelings."

The old chief looked at the familiar token and his eyebrows jumped.

The recipients of the Sun Tribe’s spiritual bath quota are not disclosed to the public. In order to ensure the safety of the holders, even the people of the Sun Tribe do not know who has obtained the token.

The old chief except his own daughter.

Naturally, it has never been mentioned to outsiders.

But he didn't expect that the Sang tribe also had one.

I'm afraid this is what the great witch got.

Now I gave this child to Shiwei.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Yun'er not to mention it to him.

With this token, not only Miss Fu, but also Xiu Yuan can go to the spiritual bathing spring of the Sun Tribe together. This is a great event.

The old chief showed joy on his face.
Chapter completed!