As I said, I walked over quickly and pulled out the little boy following the woman.

When the little boy saw his dead father, he knelt on the ground and raised his head to cry.

I know that everything in front of me is too cruel to this child who is only seven or eight years old, but looking at these foolish people, I want to wake them up. I have no other way but to grievance this child.

"Look carefully, this is what the true God of the sacred worshipped in your mouth gave you!!" I shouted, walked angrily to the Director Amutong, grabbed his collar with my hand and questioned:

"Didn't you keep shouting for blessing from God of Honey?! These two men have also shouted, right? Why didn't that God of Honey?!!"

Director Amutong looked at me and said:

"They were indeed protected by God Huo Zhen, and even selected by God Huo Zhen, and now they have gone to that beautiful place."

"Then I will chop off your head now and send you to a beautiful place?" I picked up the director Amutong and asked.

Instead of answering my question, he glanced at my hand that grabbed his collar and said:

"Let me go!"

"What if I don't let it go?" At this time, I had made plans. If these words could not open the heads of these foolish people, then I would hold the director Amutong hostage to escape.

"Why are you still standing there? Kill them!! The true god of Huo is with us!" Director Amutong shook his hand back and gave orders to the people behind him.

Someone was about to rush over, but was stopped by others.

Seeing that it was just the time to strike while the iron was hot, I hurriedly shouted:

"I am not your tribe, and I have no grudges and grudges with you. But I know one truth: our parents give me my fate. I am sorry to anyone and cannot be sorry to my parents. Surviving in this world where the strong prey on the weak depends entirely on our own hands and brains, rather than the pure true god you worship!"

Just as I finished this sentence, a middle-aged man came out of the crowd, reached out and took off the gray-skinned hat on his head, and threw it on the ground with force.

Then, the two women and children of the dead husbands took off their hats and threw them on the ground.

More and more people walked out and threw their hats to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the director Amutong's face changed color and his whole body was trembling. He pointed at me with his hands trembling and cursed:

"As sooner or later, you, the true god of the devil, will bring bad luck to you!!"

I looked at the director Amutong and smiled and said:

"Director, I really have to tell you something, that the true god of the sacred king, I, Wang Cheng, will definitely kill you!!"

When Director Amutong heard what I said, his eyes widened and looked at me with a look of looking at the monster. Suddenly, he didn't breathe a sigh of relief. His eyes turned up and his head tilted. I let go of his hand. He fell behind him and fell into a coma...

Immediately someone rushed up, helped the director Amutong up, and carried it to a room behind the tower.

After seeing off Director Amutong, I looked at everyone present and shouted:

"We cannot let the lives of these two people be thrown away in vain, nor can we be subjected to the tragic killing of those evil people anymore. Is anyone willing to follow me to kill the monster that harms people everywhere!!"

"I!"

"And I!" After one person took the lead, someone kept standing up in the crowd and raising his hands. At this time, Qi Meng, who was following me, came over and said softly:

"Wang Cheng, I really didn't realize that at this critical moment, you can actually say so."

Actually, I don’t know where I thought so much about it at that time, maybe it was because of the strong desire to survive, or maybe it was because of the two women crying with their children, they touched the most sensitive and fragile part of my heart.

Now that I calmed down, I found that there was a lot of sweat in my palms. Soon, a few people walked towards us together.

The leader was a middle-aged man with yellow hair. The man came over and stretched out his right hand towards me:

"Hello, I am the little director of the Amu tribe of the Dead City, Mu Chun. We really want to thank you this time. If it weren't for you, our tribe members would still be kept in the dark by that old guy. It was you who let us see clearly the true face of the true god of the sacred god!"

"Hello." I looked at the little director named Mu Chun and reached out to hold it with him.

In fact, I have already realized from what he said just now. He may not necessarily believe what we said. It’s just that his desire to usurp the throne is nineteen. Ninety-one is there. Since childhood, the director became the chief of the chief, and he can borrow this opportunity we have come here. Not only can he establish prestige, but if he wants to overthrow the chief of the chief of the Mutong in the future, he will also benefit without any harm.

"If you have any questions, let's talk about it." Mu Chun said with a smile as he looked at us.

So we, six of us, followed Mu Chun and others, and came to the house where he lived.

The house was big, and more than a dozen people came into the house, but they didn't feel crowded at all.

After Mu Chun and others entered the room, they whispered a few words in the ear of one of the subordinates, and the subordinate hurriedly walked into the inner room.

He then used his eyes to signal another subordinate to close the door and guard it. After a while, his subordinates brought out the awakened director Amutong.

After seeing the director Amutong, Muchun immediately met him, helped him onto the chair, and squatted in front of him:

"Director, don't be stubborn anymore. I had no choice but to be outside before, so I asked someone to lock you up here. Now you should wake up. These outsiders are right. The true god of Huang Guang is not a god at all. Think about it yourself. Over the years, he has eaten the heads of many tribesmen of our tribe?!"

After hearing what he said, I fully understood that all my previous inferences were wrong. This man named Muchun did not want to usurp the throne at all. Instead, he was secretly helping Director Amutong, hoping that he would wake up from the self-hypnosis of the Lord of the True God.

But Director Amutong obviously didn't listen at all, his eyes closed, and he didn't listen to anything you said, and kept chanting:

"Long live the true God of Hope, the true God of Hope, forever. Long live the true God of Hope, forever..."

Seeing this, Mu Chun shook his head and asked his subordinates to take Director Amutong away again.

"Don't be accustomed to you. In fact, Director Amutong is a very good person, but he is really too respectful and loyal to the true god of the Holy God. I think it has been decades, and I guess he will not be able to change his thoughts in a short period of time."

"Not a big deal. In today's society, there are not many people who have such a firm belief. But the object of his belief is wrong. He regards the monsters that eat meat as the true gods who can bless your tribe." Brother Sun Glasses said to Mu Chun.

Mu Chun nodded, looked at us hesitating for a while, and finally asked:

"By the way, I want to ask, do you have any way to prove to all of our tribe that worm is a monster rather than a true god?"

I stepped forward and looked at Mu Chun and said:

"Mr. Mu Chun, this is simple. A true god cannot die, and monsters can be killed.
Chapter completed!