What kind of hatred does the Tianfen clan cast such a vicious blood curse?
"A Nuan... you... you must help me comfort Brother Niu, let Brother Niu take good care of... take care of my daughter, and tell him... I... don't blame him..."
"Okay." Gu Chunuan's voice became more choked up.
Looking at Aunt Niu's expression of unwillingness, helplessness, and sadness, her hands finally slid down weakly, and she died with reluctance and reluctance.
In my ears, the heart-rending screams continued to sound.
Gu Chunuan picked up the child, tore off a corner of her clothes and covered Aunt Niu's face.
She doesn't have much time to grieve, there are too many people here who need her to save.
Gu Chunuan held the child in one hand and directed the foreigners to bring the women and the child in her hand to the cave. He then sent a team of people to get black iron and cover the entrance of the cave to prevent them from entering.
Throughout the night, Gu Chunuan fought off the villagers who were attacked by the blood curse one after another, and also saved the tortured women one after another.
Almost all the strength in her body was exhausted, and she also received many cuts.
But she didn't realize it, and she just kept fighting off the crazy villagers and rescuing people over and over again, as if doing so could alleviate her pain.
The night was shrouded in a chilling atmosphere.
Tonight is destined to be an unusual night.
Tonight is destined to be a difficult night.
The screams, painful wails, and crazy murderous roars slowly ended until the sun rose.
The morning light rises and the sun shines brightly.
But it can't illuminate the cold and sad hearts in their hearts.
The men who regained consciousness knelt on the ground, holding the bodies of their relatives and blaming themselves and crying.
The women's bones were broken and their bodies were weak. They fell and cried beside the men who had committed suicide because of self-blame or because they could not bear the pain.
There were also many villagers with sad faces carrying stretchers to rescue people.
Gu Chunuan numbly treated the injured villagers, feeling extremely frozen.
In my ears, Uncle Niu's wails of self-blame and frustration suddenly sounded.
"Daughter-in-law, my wife, how could you just leave like this? What will I do if you die? What will happen to our children?"
"I'm a beast, how could I kill my own wife? Oh God, why did you do this to me? You can do whatever you want me to do, but why did you take away my wife's life?"
Uncle Niu banged his head hard against the ground again and again, wishing he could kill himself.
Gu Chunuan walked up to him expressionlessly and said calmly, "You can die, but have you ever thought about how your daughter will grow up after you die? Or do you want to take your daughter to hell with you?"
Uncle Niu stopped banging his head.
He clutched his heart in agony, the pain was too much to describe.
"Aunt Niu worked hard to give birth to a daughter. If you died, would you be worthy of Aunt Niu's blood?"
Uncle Niu cried until he couldn't stop crying, and he still had no trace of the strength of a man.
"But I killed my wife. I killed my wife with my own hands. My hands...my hands were covered with my wife's blood."
Gu Chunuan's eyes hurt. She knelt down and helped Uncle Niu up, her voice softening a bit.
"Do you know what Aunt Niu was most worried about before she died? It was you. She was afraid that you would commit suicide because of self-blame. She asked me to tell you that she doesn't blame you. She just wants you to live well and raise your children.
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Next to me, the cry of a baby sounded.
Uncle Niu nervously picked up his daughter and coaxed her gently, fearing that he would scare his daughter if he made any loud noises or made heavy movements.
"Live well. Whether it's for Aunt Niu or your daughter, you shouldn't be decadent. If you feel guilty, turn your repentance into love and transfer it to your daughter."
Uncle Niu was choking and crying, but he no longer wanted to die.
He swallowed even more, "I understand, thank you patriarch, I will not seek death, I will raise my daughter well, and I will tell her how great her mother is."
There was a glint in Gu Chunuan's eyes. She turned her head away, not wanting anyone to see the tears in her eyes.
Yesterday morning, Uncle Niu went out for a night hunt to stew chicken soup to replenish Aunt Niu's health. The scene of their love was still in front of them, but now, only one night had passed, and the yin and yang were already separated.
If you don't experience this kind of pain yourself, who can understand the pain in Uncle Niu's heart.
The First Elder and the Seventh Elder came to her at some point and comforted her.
"Chief, you haven't had a good rest all night, so you should go back and have a rest first. I have already arranged the things here."
"Can the blood curse be broken only by dragon balls?"
"This...is...Clan leader, you can take your time in searching for the dragon beads. Many people from our Jade clan have already gone out to inquire about the whereabouts of the first and seventh dragon beads. I believe there will be results soon."
"Yes, the Dragon Ball will not be found in a short time. Your safety is more important. Although you are the leader of the clan, no one will blame you whether you can find the Dragon Ball or not."
The First Elder and the Seventh Elder had unconcealed concern on their faces, and they clumsily said something to comfort her.
Some villagers around me heard it, and even though they were sad, they were comforting me.
"Clan leader, we are all used to it. Since childhood, we have been prepared to be killed by our relatives, or to be tortured to death. It really doesn't matter. Don't blame yourself because of us."
"Chief, you see, the blood curse only occurs once every month on the fifteenth day. Normally, we are all fine, so as long as we endure it on the fifteenth day, nothing will happen. Don't be sad anymore, okay?
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Gu Chunuan covered her mouth and forced herself not to cry.
Reflected in the misty eyes were pairs of concerned eyes.
She turned around and ran towards the bamboo house.
Regardless of whether her memory has been restored to half or not, it is undeniable that she is the leader of the Jade Clan.
It would be okay if the villagers of the Jade tribe blamed her and made her angry. However, no matter how much pain they endured and how many separations they suffered, they still comforted her one by one, for fear that she would feel a little burden in her heart.
in this way……
Don't you want to break her?
As the leader of the Jade Clan, she has forgotten everything and her mission.
She was living a romantic and carefree life outside.
Her people were tortured here.
If she hadn't suddenly turned back, she wouldn't have known there was such a vicious blood curse in the world.
Near the bamboo house.
The third elder raised his palms and wanted to slap himself to death.
The fourth elder and the elders stopped him firmly.
"If you die and the blood curse breaks out on the fifteenth month next month, who will control them?"
"It's my fault, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me, there wouldn't be so many villagers breaking free from the iron gates and killing people like crazy. I am the executioner. I really have no face to live on."
"You were suffering from a blood curse. Everyone can understand it, and it was not intentional. I say, Third Brother, there are enough things going on in the clan. Can you save us some trouble?"