"Have you forgotten who was buried under the mountain for you when the mountain collapsed? It was the clan leader's own son! And you..."
Mond suddenly raised his head and pointed at the other people in the tribe. "Have you all forgotten who went into the water again and again to save your children during the flood last year, and finally sank to the bottom of the sea due to exhaustion and never floated up again? That was Xiao Nuo's father!"
"Ask yourselves with your conscience, hasn't the chief paid enough for this tribe? If it weren't for everyone, the chief would only have one daughter, Anu, and Xiao Nuo would be without a father? But what about you? Not only are you not grateful, you even suspect the chief of betraying the tribe? You... you people, do you still have a conscience?"
Mond's words were so powerful that they struck into the hearts of the people of the Cangda tribe.
Many people had tears in their eyes, while others lowered their heads guiltily and stepped back uneasily.
Xiao Nuo had already thrown himself into the arms of Nita and his wife, and burst into tears: "Grandpa, grandma, I miss you so much, woooo!"
Nita finally returned to normal at this time, looking at her little granddaughter with tears in her eyes: "Xiao Nuo, grandpa is sorry for you, you... don't you blame grandpa?"
Xiao Nuo shook his head repeatedly, his voice hoarse but he said obediently: "A Niang said, Grandpa, you are everyone's grandfather, the best clan leader in the world. Xiao Nuo does not blame Grandpa, Xiao Nuo is very happy to have such a grandfather!"
Nita could no longer hold back her tears and they burst out.
He stretched out his hands and hugged his granddaughter tightly. Anu also walked over and hugged his daughter and parents. The four members of the family cried and vented their emotions freely, but with happy smiles on their faces.
This scene made many people feel sad and moved, and they slowly recalled the kindness of Chief Nita.
The witch doctor on the altar looked uglier and uglier. He gritted his teeth and said, "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and grab the sacrifice and offer it to the gods! This is for the survival of the tribe. Do you want to watch the gods bring down a greater punishment?"
Upon hearing this, Mori and the others no longer cared about the pain in their bodies, and stood up and rushed towards the clan leader's family.
There were also some selfish tribesmen who only thought about getting rid of their illnesses, muttering: "Don't offend the gods, the gods will curse you. You must send sacrifices to the gods!"
A flash of coldness flashed across Xi Yue's eyes, and her voice was soft but chilling, "Sure enough, there must be something hateful about pitiful people."
Xi Weizhi glanced at Xi Yue, and before Xi Yue could make a move, he suddenly flashed and disappeared beside her.
Xi Yue was startled and retracted the Purple Nether Net that had originally emerged from her sleeve.
Seeing that Mori and others were about to rush to Xiao Nuo, while Mond and his men surrounded the patriarch, the two groups were confronting each other, and a war seemed to be about to break out.
Suddenly, Mori felt a sharp pain, and then a cluster of blood seemed to burst out in front of his eyes.
Then he felt nothing and fell to the ground with a thud.
In just a few breaths, the people on Mori's side fell one by one. None of them had the strength to resist at all. They just felt a flash of red light before their eyes, and then they lost consciousness.
It can be seen that the eyes of the fallen people rolled back, their bones seemed to be limp, their chests were no longer moving, and they seemed to have turned into corpses. (To be continued)