"Although I hate that old guy very much, after all, he is the leader of the nine clans, and I cannot interfere with him due to emotion or reason."
"Mr. Er, you have said this, and I will definitely say the same thing."
"The ancestral system of the Corpse Clan cannot be changed, and the little girl doesn't want to give up, so she has no choice but to resign herself to fate. The Corpse Clan has been amazingly talented for thousands of years, so she may not have a chance of survival."
"But......."
"Okay, I'm tired, you go ahead!"
The stone slab made three thumping sounds, and Hun Xiaotian left here lonely.
Although he had known this result for a long time, he still couldn't hide his disappointment after leaving Chu Xiong's residence. In this case, he had no choice but to beg his father.
Walking on the stone road in the dense forest, a desolate village appeared faintly in the mountain col. Hun Xiaotian stood on his heels and looked up. There was the place where the orphans of the seven clans were resettled. In the barbaric land today, only the Bone Clan and the Soul Clan were fighting against Grandpa.
There is still a sense of awe, and the other seven tribes are very hostile to himself and Ye Ye. Hun Xiaotian does not blame them. After all, it is under the leadership of Ye Ye that the seven tribes are on the verge of extinction.
While he was in trance, a sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly came from behind his head. Hun Xiaotian turned sharply, and the stone that was shot left a blood mark on his cheek.
Although he was angry, he did not chase the escaping shadow. He touched the bloody scar. Hun Xiaotian was frightened for a while, and he was embarrassed by just this. That stone gift was worth the time of one stick of incense, and dozens of people.
Throwing, how could sister Ning'er persist?
After firming up her belief, Hun Xiaotian quickened her pace. After the sun sets tomorrow, she will be put on the altar.
In the stream, two children were holding in their faces and their faces were red. They couldn't hold on any longer, so they stretched out of the water to take a few breaths. But as soon as they showed their heads, a group of tiger peaks the size of baby's fists surrounded them on the water surface. The two couldn't stand the poisonous peaks.
Bing Bian had no choice but to dive into the water again. After a few times, the two of them had been stung all over their heads. What was even more frightening was that Hu Feng's toxin began to act, and the two people began to feel faint numbness above their necks. If it continued like this, it would be very bad.
Gurgling, the shorter child began to lose consciousness and drank a lot of water. Seeing that the situation was not good, the taller child hurriedly grabbed his arm and bit him hard. The boy was in pain all over his body.
Trembling, after regaining consciousness, he put his head out of the water without hesitation, but after only taking a breath, he was pulled into the water by the young man again.
Soon after, the eyes of the two people began to blur, and they showed a look of despair. Even the taller child loosened his biting lips and continued to pour white foam from the stream into his belly.
With a swish sound, a white light flashed, and the circling tiger peaks were hit by the mysterious hidden weapon. One by one they fell into the stream. If you look closely, you will see that each tiger peak has a white fish bone stuck in its forehead.
Ahem, cough, cough, the two children were rescued from the water and coughed violently. After the two calmed down, they realized that the black figure standing on the shore was Hun Xiaotian.
The short boy gasped for air and shouted happily to the shore: "Brother Xiaotian, you saved us!"
But another boy bent down and dug out a muddy stone from the bottom of the water, and threw it at him hard.
"Get out! Get out of here. Even if I, Ruan Yin, are stung to death, I won't need you to save me."
Hun Xiaotian clenched his fingers, his face was cold and his heart was even colder, but he didn't say anything more, turned around and left silently.
Ruan Yin seemed to be still angry, turned around and yelled at his brother: "You are not allowed to call him brother in the future."
Ruan Fang burst into tears and said, "It's all your fault for insisting on collecting honey. If it weren't for Brother Xiaotian, we would all have died here."
"Didn't you complain that you were hungry? Now you still blame me. I'll say it again, you are not allowed to call him brother."
The younger brother Ruan Fang cried even more fiercely, "I won't listen to you. Mom said you should repay your kindness. He saved us, so I just want to call him brother."
Hearing him mention his mother, Ruan Yin's eyes dimmed instantly, he wiped his nose, and went up the tree to dig honey alone. The hornet's hive was huge, which was enough for his two brothers to eat for several days. Soon after,
Ruan Yin hugged the hive that no adult dared to pick easily, pulled his younger brother and disappeared into the night.
With Ruan Yin's hatred in mind, Hun Xiaotian came to the outside of Hun Ming's room. Before he opened the door, he heard a sigh from inside the room. At this moment, Hun Xiaotian felt a little relieved. He suddenly no longer hated Ruan Yin. Seven Clans
The first one among them to be killed by soldiers was the Bi tribe where the Ruan Yin brothers belonged. During the encirclement and suppression of the Central Plains, all the more than 500 members of the Bi tribe were killed, leaving only a few old, young, women and children, including Ruan Yin's father.
, after E Ye came back with scars all over his body, he knelt in front of the statue and slapped himself again and again throughout the night.
Ruan Yin is originally a member of the Bi tribe. How could he not know the ferocity of Hufeng? An adult would die or be injured even if he was stung a few times. If he wasn't hungry, who would be willing to provoke that poisonous thing.
"come in!"
While he was thinking wildly, a familiar voice came from the room. Hun Xiaotian pushed open the door and walked in. He was stunned when he saw E Ye carrying him on his back and facing seven spotless souls.
"Um, Lord..."
"I've heard everything."
Hun Xiaotian's lips were half-opened and he didn't make a sound. After a moment, he only heard the figure say slowly: "Don't say that the baby accepted the stone gift voluntarily. Even if she doesn't want to, I can't let the Feng family lose its incense."
Hun Xiaotian's eyes suddenly widened and his lips opened wider. He guessed that his grandfather would not help him, but he did not expect that his grandfather would be even more decisive. With a pop, he knelt down.
"I'm sorry for the Barbarian Territory, and I'm even more sorry for the Witch Clan and the Corpse Clan. I can't let them lose this last trace of their blood."
Hun Xiaotian swallowed harder in an instant: "But sister Ning'er will die. You know, she doesn't have the corpse clan's secret method to protect her body. She is not even as good as Ruan Yin and Ruan Fang. There is no one in the nine clans who is weaker than her. She really can
Damn it!"
Hun Ming did not turn around, but said something that made Hun Xiaotian even more chilling: "You don't understand the Corpse Clan. The real way of the Corpse Clan is to enter the corpse after death. The Corpse Clan has not produced great power in these years because no one has done this.
A little, maybe that doll can..."
"No, sir, I don't want Ning'er to be buried in the corpse after she dies, I just want my sister to be alive."
Hun Xiaotian put his palms on the ground, and his arms began to tremble slightly. He knew Master Er's temperament, and since he said it, he probably wouldn't change it. Sure enough, the figure didn't move at all.
Hun Xiaotian slowly put his head close to the ground, kowtowed hard a few times, and said in supplication:
"Well, Master, I have had no parents since I was a child. I have only sister Ning'er to accompany me. Even if she is not my biological sister, she is closer than my biological sister. I have never begged you. This time, I beg you to save Ning'er.
Son."
Not only did the figure not relax, but he said sharply: "Hun Xiaotian, what is the seventh ancestral precept of the Hun clan?"
Hun Xiaotian burst into tears and replied with a sob: "Article 7 of the ancestral precepts of the Hun clan, men of the Hun clan can die or be destroyed, and they cannot pray for mercy from others."
"Then look at you now?"
"No, sir, I understand the secret method of the corpse clan. It is very difficult to enter the corpse after death. Sister Ning'er will really die. I can't let her accept the stone gift."
"Master, you are the soul master and the head of the nine clans. They all listen to you. As long as you say a word, sister Ning'er will definitely give up. Please, let her give up! No matter how you punish me in the future,
Yes, I am willing to practice no matter how hard it is. I just ask you to save her..."
But no matter how heartbroken Hun Xiaotian was and how he kowtowed and prayed, the people in the high hall were as motionless as if they were turned to stone. After Hun Xiaotian said all the prayers he could think of, he gave up completely. Finally, he stood up suddenly and angrily
He said without hesitation: "Aren't you just afraid of being reviled? Haven't you done so much in recent years? Why can't you think of me for once? If Ning'er dies, I will never forgive you in my life."
Hun Xiaotian slammed the door and walked out. After running a few steps, he held up his knees and gasped, "Big deal... Big deal, I will take her and escape from here. Even so, I can't let her die."
However, the loud voice coming from behind cut off his last thoughts.
"Tomorrow, when the sun sets, Feng Ning'er of the Corpse Clan will receive the stone gift. If Hun Xiaotian dares to interfere, he will be punished according to the clan rules."
Long after Hun Xiaotian left, the old man slumped on the ground and muttered to himself bitterly: "Infamy? What's that? I'm afraid that these nine tribes won't even be able to maintain their last trace of integrity."
Wandering all the way, Hun Xiaotian's mind was filled with memories of Feng Ning'er's childhood. When she first came to the village, she didn't dare to speak or see anyone. No one played with her. When other children saw her, they would throw mud at her.
She was said to be mute and a little zombie. Only she could protect her. From then on, there was no one else in her eyes but her brother Xiaotian.
After stumbling back, the figure was already waiting for him on the steps. It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time. Hun Xiaotian pretended to be calm and walked to her. A gust of cold wind blew and the drizzle drifted away. Feng Ning'er took his hand and sat down.
Next, the two looked up at the sky together. After a long time, Feng Ning'er smiled brightly and asked doubtfully: "Brother Xiaotian, tell me, why are there dark clouds?"
Hun Xiaotian swallowed his throat and whispered: "My mother-in-law told me when I was a child that when white clouds are unhappy, they will turn black, and when they turn black, it will rain."
"oh!"
Feng Ning'er sniffed and said loudly: "Then you can't become a black cloud in the future, okay?"
Hun Xiaotian gradually clenched her palm and squeezed out the word 'um' that he couldn't even hear through his teeth. The rain fell on his face bit by bit until it was blurry. This chapter has been completed!