Although it was unexpected to see this unpleasant brother on this night, judging from the situation, he should be the one who saved him. Gong Xichou tried to open his mouth, but such a simple action made him sweat in anxiety, and his lips could not move at all.
I don’t know how much time had passed.
It seems very long, and yet very short.
The elder brother, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, exhaled a breath of foul air and loosened his prayer gesture. His eyes were filled with visible fatigue, as if he had been drained of his energy. The moment he stood up, the gorgeous clothes of the priest who was draped around him melted away.
Revealing a scholar's robe covered with blood and scratches.
He raised his hand to test Gong Xichou's carotid artery.
When he touched the fresh and soft young skin, he could feel the strong beating of life from under his fingertips, sweeping away the tiredness just now. He held Gong Xichou with both hands, buried his head in his arms, and choked with sobs: Ah Nian...
Gong Xichou could smell the blood and sweat in the other person's arms, as well as the salty liquid dripping down his cheeks and sliding into the corners of his mouth.
His mind was a little confused.
It turns out that my brother loves me so much. Then why did my eyes not look like eyes and my nose not look like a nose before
Then the body was suspended in the air.
At that time, he had not yet grown up, and his adult brother could easily pick him up. There were sounds of enemies in the distance.
The entire tribe is filled with enemies.
The elder brother led him, who was dazed and had just survived but had lost a lot of blood, to hide everywhere. He was familiar with the tribe and had some tricks, so he was lucky enough not to be exposed. Until he passed by a square, which was the place where the tribe held bonfire parties on important days, and where weddings and funerals were basically held. At this time, it was completely soaked in blood and corpses were piled up.
There were several pottery jars on the ground.
There was a red charcoal fire burning under the pottery jar.
The soup in the pottery jar is boiling.
Crying, screaming, groaning, begging.
This place should have been filled with laughter and joy, but now it was so bloody that it seemed like the hell had descended. Gong Xichou watched this scene with a sharp pain in his eyes and his head felt like it was about to explode. Unfortunately, he couldn't shout out, not even a syllable.
All the pain turned into a mad trapped beast, running rampant in his mind, biting and roaring, with no outlet to vent.
Why!
Why can't he move!
Why can't he fight his way out!
Why let him see this!
"I'm going to kill you!"
“Ahh—”
In reality, only a moment had passed, but Gong Xichou felt that he had endured for more than ten years. The seeds of hatred that sprouted from the night of the genocide did not disappear without a trace because he lost his memory, but chewed the unresolved hatred in a corner unknown to him, absorbing the hatred and growing into a towering tree. This power instantly broke through the restraints imposed on him, and his eyes turned bloodshot.
The hatred was finally vented in this cry.
Tang Guo looked at the aura that suddenly erupted from Gong Xichou. Even at such a long distance, he could still feel the burning sensation that made his skin slightly painful. The armor changed from being substantial to a sticky flame, and beads of blood seeped out from under the skin.
he…
Feeling threatened by death.
no!
This guy must be killed as soon as possible!
But before Tang Guo could make a move, one of the reinforcements who came from the bottom of the mountain first, who was a little closer, suddenly let out a shrill scream. He turned his head and saw that the confidant who had followed him in battles for many years had turned into human skin and dry bones in an instant.
The human skin was so old that it had lost its luster.
this-
Tang Guo suddenly thought of something, and retreated violently, ordering others to stay away and keep their distance. Gongxi Chou was using the Gongxi clan's secret method at this moment, fighting him to the death! This method was seen in other Gongxi clan warriors in the past.
This secret method is quite tricky.
It's easy to deal with.
Because once it is truly activated, the target will lose its ability to move flexibly. When the target's lifespan is exhausted, Tang Guo doesn't need to do anything, the person will die. As expected, with Gong Xichou as the center, the vitality of vegetation and living things was drained away at an incredible speed.
"Retreat again!"
Tang Guo gave the order again.
Swoosh! A wooden arrow came out from nowhere, streaked in the air, and went straight into Gong Xichou's chest.
Outsiders didn't understand what happened, but Gong Xichou clearly felt that the martial energy that he had forced to burn in his body was instantly solidified, and the bone-chilling coldness made him shiver. Not only did his originally scarlet eyes regain clarity, but he also suffered a little backlash.
"Who did it?"
He covered his chest and wanted to greet his ancestors.
"Gongxi Fengen, is this how you're going to squander your life?" A figure that no one expected appeared in midair. The most trusted confidant of the Pig King! He was wearing a priest's robe with strange and gorgeous patterns and holding a wooden staff.
Half of the wooden staff was entangled in vines shaped like pythons.
only-
This man's face was as green as a vine.
Tang Guo's face was as black as the mud in the stinking ditch. He recognized this outfit. He had seen it on a hunchbacked, gray-haired Gongxi tribesman. It was this old immortal that caused him great harm.
Gong Xichou covered his chest with his hands and was so angry that he almost fainted.
His memory had been fully restored, and he didn't know whether to be moved by his brother's life-saving grace or angry that he interrupted him and called him "Feng'en", a disgusting and humiliating title. Gong Xichou took a deep breath and pointed at Tang Guo and spoke.
"Brother, if you are still surnamed Gongxi and a member of the Gongxi tribe, you will join hands with me to screw this old man's head today!"
As long as the other party agrees.
You will be confident.
The ability of the high priest is different from the Wenxin and Wudan known to the world. The latter absorbs the energy of heaven and earth and uses it for their own benefit, while the former comes from the belief in the gods worshipped by the tribe. The high priest is the spokesperson favored by the gods and his strength has always been impressive.
Although I don't know why my elder brother, as the high priest, is not in the clan land, and the old priest has to take up his post with tears at his old age, it's enough for him to be the high priest. If the two brothers join forces, they can definitely skin and bone Tang Guo and others, leaving no one alive!
Unexpectedly, my brother just raised his hand to set up a trap.
His face turned closer to the brown color of the main body of the wooden stick, and he looked at Gong Xichou with an expression as if he was ready to settle the score later.
"gem."
Gong Xichou was puzzled: "What?"
He said unhappily: "My name is Can, Jimo Can!"
Gongxi Chou was still puzzled.
But, I finally found out my brother’s real name, which was an ice-breaking progress!
ah-
No, wait—
Gong Xichou had memorized the family tree by heart, and the family had been passed down for many years, and there were few people with the same name. There seemed to be only one person named "Can" in his memory, the partner next to his mother's name, the previous high priest - it seemed to be Jimo Can.
Gong Xichou was struck by lightning.
The man he thought was his brother was actually my mother's ex-husband
Jimo Can's face turned black: "I'm your father!"
Gong Xichou: “…”
He was a little confused about the relationship.
He wanted to ask more, but the ground shook beneath his feet. Tang Guo used brute force to make a way and break the trap. He was covered tightly from head to toe in full armor, holding a long axe, and with every step he made, his footprints were deep. The gravel and stones on the ground could not withstand the pressure and were crushed into powder.
Jimo Can glanced over coldly.
Gong Xichou: "Let's not talk about this for now, the enemy is more important."
Jimo Can snorted coldly: "You step back."
Gong Xichou suddenly opened his eyes wide: "How can this be possible?"
"I gave you a chance, but you were useless!"
Gong Xichou: "... Am I useless?"
Jimo Can frowned impatiently: "You're in the way."
Gong Xichou: “…”
However, Jimo Can turned the wooden stick in his hand around, raised his hand and pointed at Tang Guo, looking at him coldly: "The spirits of our clan have died in vain, and have longed for your flesh and blood. Do you know what blood debts are paid with blood? Let's go to the Quantai—"
"Everyone, obey my orders!"
As soon as he finished speaking, blood filled the air under Gong Xichou's feet.
Familiar figures crawled out of the pool of blood, but they were no longer lively, their clothes were stained with blood, and their breath was not as lively as before, but dead and full of resentment. He was a little flustered, and when he glanced over, he saw a mole on the forehead of the young man in the lead.
"uncle!"
He blurted out.
But his uncle ignored him.
At this time, Jimo Can's voice came from above again.
Low, resentful, like the whisper of ghosts.
“Leave no one alive!”
The elders of the clan, who were very familiar to Gong Xichou, were like puppets who had lost their minds and only knew how to kill. They obeyed Jimo Can's orders and bared their scarlet fangs at Tang Guo. This scene was extremely unfamiliar to Gong Xichou.
Even a little chilling.
"You—you actually blasphemed the dead?"
This kind of strange method is not uncommon throughout the continent, but most of them are the souls of soldiers who died in battle and voluntarily stationed at the border. When the border barrier is in trouble, they will do their last bit for the safety of the country. But this is not the case with these tribesmen!
Jimo Can said indifferently: "They are fighting for you."
Gong Xichou was stunned.
Jimo Can: "Keeping you alive is their obsession."
Every time a tribe member dies, the high priest will hold a requiem ceremony, burning the remains to guide the tribe member's soul back to the embrace of the gods. Every time this ceremony takes place, the tribe members smile. In their view, this is not death but a new beginning.
And those people who died on the night of genocide...
There was no requiem... Gong Xichou didn't understand either.
Jimo Can laughed at himself: "I can't command them. Their last obsession is always by your side."