The sky is windy and rolling, the clouds are rolling, the vast territory is thousands of miles away, the green mountains are half exposed, and between the stacks of barriers, there are Huatai houses and various scenes. Among them, only the primitive mountain range in the southwest border is covered by dark clouds, and the clouds are gloomy.
, rainy and condensed.
This is what people call the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and some people call it the Barbarian Territory. Our story begins here.
The stream was gurgling and the grass was dewy. A young man walked around the end of the village and came to the stream. He took off his straw sandals, rolled up his trouser legs, and was about to go fishing in the water. Several half-year-old children who were playing in the distance spotted him and started playing.
running this way.
"Hey! Little kid, do you want to fish?"
"Little kid, there are no fish in the river."
The young man with half of his calf already in the cold stream looked at his arms and frowned. His right arm had been tied like this. They all called him "Little Kidnapper". Ignoring the nonsense of several children, the young man walked into the deep water.
Maybe he found that there was no trace of fish, so the young man dived down.
"Can't let him catch the fish."
A naughty child bent down, picked up a stone, and threw it at him.
"Yes, we can't let him fish in front of our house."
Several children followed suit and also picked up stones and threw them at the young man under the water.
The sharp stones scraped against his cheeks, and several muffled sounds came from his back. The stones were like water and were not very powerful, but a rare swimming fish was frightened away. Although the young man was a little angry, he did not blame them.
Knowing that this bend of water is the territory specially enclosed by the seven tribes, he would not come here to catch fish if there was any other way. Regardless of the scoldings of several children, he kicked his feet and dived into the water, moved away the stones, and kept
rummaged around.
An 'eight-legged beast' escaped quickly when the young man pried open his 'lair'. The young man turned around and chased after it. After several fierce chases, the plump crab was pressed by it.
In the water, the boy grinned.
Unable to use his right arm, the boy struggled to climb ashore. Just when he thought he and sister Ning'er could have a good meal, someone stepped on the hand holding the crab. A stinging sensation came and the crab was crushed.
, the crab meat was stained white on one hand.
"As a member of the Soul Clan, have you spent all your time doing this?"
The young man withdrew his hand forcefully, straightened his waist, raised his eyes and looked at the person who came, and sure enough, it was Zhao Jiuduan again.
At this moment, many young, old, women and children had gathered behind the young man named Zhao. When they saw him, they all had expressions of disgust on their faces.
"Why do you have the nerve to come to our place?"
"Are you worthy of eating the fish in this water?"
"Are you planning not to let us go?"
The young man looked around at the crowd without saying a word. He slowly loosened his clenched fists, bent down to pick up his straw sandals, and planned to leave.
Unexpectedly, the straw sandals that I lifted were kicked away by someone.
"In today's barbaric realm, every fish is precious. Don't you realize that it is too much of a waste to be eaten by people like you?"
When the young man surnamed Zhao opened his mouth, all those people with venomous tongues became silent, but their eyes did not change their expressions of hatred.
The young man straightened up and stared at him, still saying nothing. After a long time, he lifted his heavy legs.
"Are you leaving now?"
He glanced at the stiff-looking arm.
"It's very inconvenient for you to catch fish and shrimps with one hand! Let me help you!"
Zhao Jiuduan raised his kick and actually kicked him into the water.
"good."
"Well played."
The group of women and children picked up rocks and threw them in the direction where the young man fell into the water.
Feng Ning'er was weaving a bamboo basket and wanted to give him a 'surprise' when her brother Xiaotian came back. When she heard the footsteps, she immediately stood up and went to greet him.
"Brother Xiaotian...come back..."
She was stunned when she saw that his whole body was soaked and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
"Brother Xiaotian, what's wrong with you?"
The young man tried his best to smile and stretched his hand in front of him.
"Look, what is this?"
The girl was not surprised by the thing in his hand, but felt a little aggrieved. She knew that he must have met those people again.
Seeing her looking like she was about to shed tears, the young man seemed a little anxious and said quickly: "Although these river mussels are fishy, they are still edible. I'm going to pick some wild fruits and stew them with them. At least I don't have to go hungry."
The girl swallowed her throat and wanted to tell him to be careful, but he had already turned around and left.
At night, in the bamboo house under the moonlight, the jumping firelight reflected on Hun Xiaotian's miserable face. He untied the cloth strips that were holding his arms, slowly straightened his arms, and after a few painful hisses in his mouth, his mind
The shadow of Zhao Jiuduan's meanness emerged again. He endured his provocations again and again, but he became more and more excessive, and today he directly took action.
At the same time, his father's words also rang in his ears.
"Xiaotian, our nine clans are upright and troubled. You must be patient and don't do anything easily."
He knew that the current situation of the nine tribes in the Barbarian Territory was more than a simple 'troublesome'. In the past ten years, the Barbarian Territory had been encircled and suppressed by the "Bing Valley", the highest mountain in the Central Plains, and seven of the nine tribes had died.
This was not an event, this was a catastrophe, a dark catastrophe, so he endured it again and again.
The girl in the corner was a little embarrassed. She was afraid of seeing him move that arm. She knew that it was not a disability, but was deliberately broken by Brother Xiaotian. She didn't understand why, but it was painful every time she saw him move it.
.
"Brother Xiaotian."
Unexpectedly, her brother Xiaotian ignored her this time. The girl felt even more aggrieved and just buried her head in her legs, not daring to make any more noise.
Snap, snap.
Big beads of sweat fell on the floor, kicking up a cloud of dust. Looking at the crackling firewood, he bit his lip fiercely and exerted force. A black line appeared on his palm, and the black line spread like a vine.
Climb up until it covers his entire arm.
"Ah~"
A bone-piercing pain came from his arm, and Hun Xiaotian cried out in pain. Immediately afterwards, a numb and itchy feeling like a heart-gnawing ant spread throughout his body in an instant.
He has been practicing this technique for more than ten years. During this period, he has to suffer the pain of bone shattering every time. He has to use all his strength to resist it every time. This time he feels it is even harder, maybe because of the pain in his heart.
Depression.
Bang~
At this moment, the wooden door was violently kicked open, and a black figure appeared at the door. The man had a broken arm, and his twisted facial features looked hideous and terrifying under the moonlight.
"Feng Ning'er."
The man shouted to the girl in the corner, his voice cold and impatient. The girl trembled with fright and buried her head deeper, not daring to look at him.
"Feng Ning'er, you will be fifteen years old soon and will receive the stone gift."
"What? Shi Li?"
Hun Xiaotian stood up unsteadily, covering his arms, and looked at the figure at the door, his eyes full of disbelief.
The Stone Ceremony is the most cruel coming-of-age ceremony among the nine tribes in the Barbarian Territory. Boys over fourteen years old and girls over fifteen years old will be placed on the altar and receive stones thrown by other tribesmen for one stick of incense.
Only those who persist in the past are qualified members of the zombie clan. If they die on the stage or cannot recover afterwards, they will be thrown directly into the mountains and left to be eaten by wild dogs.
During the process of saluting, the person being saluted cannot use external objects to protect his body, let alone any resistance. He must rely on his own flesh and blood to resist. The stones used in saluting are all carefully selected sharp objects. Without the secret protection of the corpse clan,
There is absolutely no possibility of survival for the body. Calling it a salute is tantamount to killing someone. Hun Xiaotian knows better than anyone else that although Feng Ning'er is a member of the Corpse Clan, he has never practiced the secret method of the Corpse Clan at all.
Possibility of survival.
This barbaric stone ceremony for thousands of years has killed the lives of countless boys and girls from the corpse clan, and at this time, the Black Waiter actually asked this weak girl to accept the stone ceremony.
Hun Xiaotian raised his finger with difficulty, pointed at Feng Ning'er in the corner, and said in an angry voice: "She is already the last bloodline of the corpse clan, and you actually want her to receive the stone gift?"
Don't want to, the black shadow snorted coldly, "Even the last person is of the blood of the Corpse Clan. Since he is a member of the Corpse Clan, he must accept the stone gift. Let alone you, even if the Soul Lord stands in front of me,
The ancestral system of the zombie clan cannot be changed."
Hun Xiaotian's body swayed, and a feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart. He knew that he was right. All the rituals and laws of the nine tribes in the Barbarian Realm were controlled by the Wu Clan. Not only the Corpse Clan, but also the Black Warrior was the last member of the Wu Clan.
A living person, the rigid Mr. E will definitely not lose Black Waiter's face because of his relationship with Ning'er's sister, nor will he mess up the etiquette of the corpse tribe because of this, even though she is so weak that she will definitely die.
"Zhao Jiuduan, it must be you again."
Hun Xiaotian gritted his teeth hard.
"Tomorrow at sunset, at the corpse clan altar, Feng Ning'er will receive the stone ceremony."
After the black servant finished speaking, he left, and Hun Xiaotian couldn't help but continue to argue.
It was long after he left that Feng Ning'er's soft voice sounded in the room.
"Brother Xiaotian."
"At worst, I won't let you die if you give up the inheritance of the zombie clan."
"No, brother Xiaotian."
Who would have known that the girl who had always been weak and would only cry in the corner when she was wronged would actually stand up strong. She walked slowly in front of him, stretched out her palm and put it on his injured arm.
"Brother Xiaotian, I can't give up my identity as a corpse clan, even if I really die, I can't."
"you……"
Feng Ning'er was afraid of making him angry and didn't dare to continue talking. But when he saw someone who had never disobeyed him before, he knew that she had made up her mind and didn't say anything more. After the two were silent for a long time, Hun Xiaotian
He opened the door and walked out.
"It seems that you are determined this time, but I can't just watch you die."
After the black servant left the bamboo house, he turned around and came to a young man. He changed his previous attitude and showed respect. The young man's face was pale. He was indeed an anomaly in the barbaric realm. He was the Zhao Jiuduan in Hun Xiaotian's mouth.
"How's it going? Is it done?"
"Um!"
"Does Hun Xiaotian look like he's dying?"
The black waiter did not answer him, but gave him a playful smile.
"Hmph! I want to see how capable you are."
"The Central Plains is powerful, and the Barbarian Territory has been in danger in recent years. Although we cannot affect the overall situation, I still want to advise you to stop."
Zhao Jiuduan said with a cold face: "Hei Shi, what do you mean?"
"Of course, if his Hun Xiaozhen is a straw bag, it would be a good thing for you to kill him, but..."
"You are overthinking. No one understands the current Nine Clans better than me. Under the suppression of the Divine Stone, no one can surpass me, let alone his good-for-nothing Hun Xiaotian."
The black servant took a breath: "If Feng Ning'er doesn't want to die, he has to give up his identity as a zombie clan. This is all I can do to help you."
"Don't worry, that silly girl won't give up. From now on, I will be in charge of the nine tribes, which is better than that incompetent one."
"I hope so."
Zhao Jiuduan looked in the direction of the bamboo house and clenched his fists fiercely.
It was windy and rainy, and on the vast mountain road of Shiwan Mountain, Hun Xiaotian thought about it and did not dare to find his father Er easily. Finally, he had no choice but to come to his grandfather Chu Xiong's residence. As soon as he opened the door, he knelt down.
In the stone room, Chu Xiong was sitting on a stone chair and meditating on something. After listening to his words, his face was filled with frost.
"Why, how did the old-fashioned man find me here if he didn't go and beg you?"
After the severe scolding, Chu Xiong's eyes filled with infinite love. Looking at his motionless figure, Chu Xiong's thoughts seemed to go back to thirteen years ago. Thirteen years ago, he was kneeling here in the same way.
That year, his mother left him for unknown reasons. When he was only four years old, he was crying and looking for his mother. Chu Xiong was also miserable in his heart. Let alone him, why didn't he want to look for his daughter?
, however, when he was tired of crying, he wanted to learn the Bone Clan's skills. When asked why, he just said: "Mom said, you can only go to her after you have mastered the Bone Clan's skills."
"What kind of magic do you want to learn?"
"Mom said, there is a certain arm technique that you want me to learn."
As a bone master, Chu Xiong's whole body trembled. It was extremely difficult and painful to practice that technique. For thousands of years, no one in the clan could successfully practice it. But the children didn't care about it. They only knew that if they learned it, they could find E Niang.
In desperation, Chu Xiong stepped forward and crushed his young arm. From then on, his arm bones were not intact for a day.
Over the years, the tribesmen in the Barbarian Territory thought he was a useless person and called him "Little Kidnapper". Only Chu Xiong knew what he had gone through.
"This matter is related to the zombie clan's etiquette. I can't help you."
Hun Xiaotian shook his body and said in a low voice: "My lord, you saved sister Ning'er that day, you can't watch her die!" This chapter has been completed!
