Gong Xichou: "After all, he is at the peak of the fifteenth level of the Young Master, and is only one step away from a breakthrough. It's not that easy for him to die."
Jimo Can's eye roll became more and more obvious.
"Why don't you just cut off his head while he's powerless to resist? Do you have to wait for him to break free?"
Gong Xichou: “…”
This makes a lot of sense.
Until he cut off the annoying head with his own hands, Gong Xichou still felt a bit unreal, like a dream... Is Tang Guo really dead? This seems a bit too easy and abrupt. But the head is in his hands, it can't be an illusion.
"Is he... really dead?"
Jimo Can said: "Yeah."
"Is he really dead?"
Jimo Can was rarely patient: "Yeah."
Gong Xichou held up the head and laughed.
"He's really dead!"
He spun around in celebration.
“Revenge has been exacted! Hahahaha—”
I laughed for a long time and found that I was the only one laughing.
"Why aren't you smiling?"
Jimo Can asked back: "Why am I grinning?"
Gong Xichou: “…”
Is this really the husband I chose
Isn’t it said that the high priest is the one favored by the gods
Is this the aesthetic taste of gods
A mouthful of old blood choked in his throat, and his joy faded a little, but it didn't matter. Jimo Can didn't know how to celebrate. He could share the news with his uncle and others. He killed the three masterminds of the Pig King and the executioner Tang Guo...
It's a relief to them too.
However, before Gong Xichou could speak, their figures began to disappear from under his feet, and Gong Xichou rushed forward.
"uncle-"
What he got in return was a pat on the head from his uncle.
"Our A-Nian has grown up successfully."
These words made Gong Xichou's eyes quickly redden and tears burst out. Jimo Can just watched this scene coldly.
Be it him or the stubborn spirits of the Gongxi people, their goal today was never to kill Tang Guo.
It was just the elders who held the line, allowing the wronged younger generation to vent their grievances over the years, completely unload the burden of genocide, and stride towards the future with their heads held high. His life was not in the past. As for Tang Guo? His life was just harvested by the way.
"Uncle and the others—"
Gong Xichou looked at Jimo Can as if asking for help.
Jimo Can said: "The obsession has disappeared, you can't force me to stay."
As he spoke, the high priest took off his gorgeous clothes completely.
"Then can you comfort their souls and send them back to the embrace of the gods?" Gong Xichou asked with some caution.
If possible, he would smile and see his elders off to a new life.
When Jimo Can heard the word "soul-resting", his expression was strange and helpless. He didn't say no, but he didn't say yes either: "Come with me - I just said that if you take off Tang Guo's head, I will tell you the whole truth. But I promise, don't regret it."
Gong Xichou cheered up.
I looked back at the place where my elders disappeared.
"That's what you said, how could I regret it?"
The commotion at Chengkang Temple had alerted the capital's guards, so Gong Xichou and Jimo Can left this troubled place as soon as possible.
Then, he saw the person that Jimo Can had shown him in a secluded country cabin, but this person—
Gong Xichou looked at Jimo Can, then at Jimo Can, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his skin pale. His expression was a bit flustered, and he kept switching between the two. A strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart, and he pulled Jimo Can back.
The wooden door closed with a bang.
Jimo Can watched his stupid behavior silently.
"Didn't you say you didn't regret it?"
Gong Xichou was irritated by his indifferent questioning.
"What's going on here?!"
How could there be two Jimo Can
Jimo Can brushed aside Gong Xichou who was in the way, opened the door, and stepped in. His expression showed no sign of seeing another self. He stayed in the shadows of the house, turned around and looked at Gong Xichou who was standing in the light: "I'll tell you now."
"I won't listen! I just won't listen!"
Jimo Can picked up a wooden stick.
He frowned and said, "Want your butt spanked?"
Gong Xichou almost suffocated himself to death from taking one breath.
Jimo Can sighed: "When should I start talking about this? If I make it complicated, I'm afraid your brain won't understand it. If I make it simple, I'm afraid you'll misunderstand it. Whether you understand it or not, write it down and think about it slowly."
Gong Xichou: “…”
"Although I call myself 'Ji Mo Can', in fact, I have long lost the qualifications to have this surname." Ji Mo Can was a big bomb right from the start, "Many years ago, when your eldest brother was still alive, I took over the position of high priest..."
"But I don't like it, but I don't know why I don't like it."
"It was not until I left the tribe and witnessed the chaos and cruelty outside that all my doubts were resolved, and I began to question the existence of gods." Regardless of Gong Xichou's expression of fear that his eyes were about to pop out, he continued, "The so-called Gongxi tribe high priest does the same boring, useless and meaningless things every day, presiding over the weddings and funerals of the tribe members, and mediating conflicts among the tribe members..."
"How can it be boring, useless and meaningless?"
Becoming the high priest has been his dream since he was a child!
Gong Xichou retorted unconvincedly.
Jimo Can ignored her and asked, "Have you ever thought that if there are gods in the world, why don't they care about the suffering of the people? The thief star fell from the sky, and hundreds of countries in the world have been fighting for more than two hundred years, with countless deaths and injuries. What are the people guilty of? Why are the lives suffering? Did she listen?"
Gongxi Chou was not convinced: "Why should she listen? She is only believed by the Gongxi clan, why should she care about those demons and monsters outside who are killing people indiscriminately for the sake of human greed?"
Jimo Can asked again: "Since you have been worshipped and revered by the Gongxi clan for so many years, why did you exterminate your clan?"
Gong Xichou was choked.
Jimo Can softened his expression: "… Since then, I have begun to doubt the existence of God. Even if she really exists, the Gongxi clan holds the method of salvation - the Wu Kingdom Gu disaster back then was only one step away from the unification of the continent, and it was just a little bit away from true unification, proving that this path can be taken. It's just that we took a wrong step back then. If we can avoid it, we may be able to achieve our goal! In this case, why do we have to live in a small place, singing or dancing all day, jumping up and down like wild monkeys?"
Gong Xichou blinked and could not answer.
He doesn't think there's anything wrong with singing and dancing all day long.
What does the unification of the mainland have to do with this clan
Isn't the source of the genocide disaster the greed and desire of these evil spirits from the outside world that caused the entire clan to suffer
Isn’t it because of these that our ancestors were convicted and exiled
The Gongxi clan is a reclusive clan.
Why don't the reclusive clan stay in seclusion
He thought of something: "But the high priest..."
The high priest's divine power comes from faith.
Jimo Can's faith has been shaken, which is not good.
But he didn't expect that Jimo Can was not just shaken, but more serious: "After I returned to the tribe, I suppressed my doubts until something happened that made me completely determined. You should know that you have a brother, right?"
"Yes, I know."
Jimo Can looked nostalgic: "When he was six years old, he was sent to the altar to test his qualifications. He was fine when he went there, but something went wrong when he came back. I went to question the old priest, but I couldn't accept his answer..."
It was the first time that Gong Xichou heard the cause of his brother's death.
"What answer?"
Jimo Can said: "The gods are very pleased."
To put it simply, she loved him too much and took away his soul, and from then on he became a walking corpse without a soul.
Is this the evil god
Other tribesmen actually came to congratulate him.
He just found it absurd and disgusting.
But he could not vent his anger on his tribe members, so on a rainy night, he resolutely changed his tribe clothes, crossed out his name from the family tree, and chose to leave without looking back. He would find a way to make all living beings in the world truly happy.
Instead of being like the other people in the tribe, indulging in this false happiness and becoming a source of entertainment in the eyes of the evil god.
Jimo Can sighed again: "The moment I stepped out of the clan land, the already dwindling divine power completely dissipated without a trace, leaving only the Danfu Wenxin and Wenqi. Your mother even caught up with me. I took her to travel around, trying to find a solution."
Gong Xichou appeared in the middle of the journey.
He then let his wife return to her tribe to recuperate.
They communicated through letters and only reunited occasionally.
He wanted to start his own plan, but was tripped up by some unexpected events. In addition, he unexpectedly discovered that all countries were secretly investigating the Wu State Gu disaster. At this rate, it would sooner or later lead to the Gongxi tribe. He could only devote his attention to secretly stop it.
Many years were wasted in an instant.
No matter how much you plan, you still have to take human nature into account - in the face of huge interests, people can trample on all bottom lines.
“… When I received the news that Geng State had taken action and rushed back, it was too late…” Only then did he begin to understand why his ancestors were determined to stay away from the world and live in peace in a corner, because they were completely disappointed after seeing the greed and ugliness of human nature.
"… At that moment, all those passionate ideals, all those saving the world and the people, all those things, all became a joke." Jimo Can looked at Gong Xichou and said, "When I saw you lying lifeless on the altar, I painfully realized that I was not qualified to save you."
The poisonous insect lives and dies with its host.
Even though the poisonous insect has strong vitality, its host is dead and it has no power to continue attacking, so it cannot have the desired effect.
Unless a high priest feeds it with divine power.
He said: "... The high priest who was once skilled in conducting various sacrifices is right in front of you, but I am powerless and cannot save you... I can't save you! I gave up my faith! The gods also gave up on me! The result is that I will lose you!"
Gong Xichou said blankly: "But I saw..."
It was indeed Jimo Can, who was dressed in the gorgeous robes of a priest, who saved him, and he indeed saved his life, it cannot be false.
"Because your uncle and his friends..."
"My uncle and his friends? But they were already..."
Jimo Can said: "I have abandoned my faith, but they have not. Their souls have not been comforted, so naturally their obsessions are hard to dispel. The combined obsession and faith build a bridge for me to communicate with the gods. I confess to her, hoping that one life can be exchanged for another."
Gong Xichou was shocked.
"One life for another?" His pupils trembled, and his gaze fell uncontrollably on the lifeless corpse, "But..."
"One life for another is the fairest thing to do, An Nian. If there is such an opportunity, not only I will exchange it without hesitation, but everyone who loves you will do the same. This opportunity is also what all our tribesmen have prayed for!"
As a high priest who betrayed the gods, Jimo Can only hoped that Gong Xichou could be alive and did not dare to have any extravagant hopes.
But the final result was beyond expectations.
After the sacrificial ceremony, he found that he was still alive, and a piece of information automatically emerged in his mind -
Gong Xichou was actually already dead, his soul was tainted with aura that did not belong to the mortal world, and forcibly bringing him back would inevitably damage his foundation. So a restraint was imposed on him. When this restraint was broken, it would be the time for Jimo Can to fulfill his promise.
Before that, he could take care of Gong Xichou until he grows up, so that he doesn't lose his life and waste his father's love.
This God—
It's a bit surprising how generous he is.
Jimo Can thought that the other party would refuse the whole clan's prayer, or reluctantly agree, but take his life directly. He didn't expect that he could live for a while longer. In the end, he lived for ten more years. Clean up this annoying son!
"You know what? You are really capable of causing trouble! It has caused me to doubt countless times that the gods actually have bad intentions, and they are punishing me with a blunt knife sharpening my flesh. Raising a son, especially one who is not very smart and will cause trouble, is more laborious than presiding over the sacrifices before."
Gong Xichou: “…”
The originally sad, heavy and touching atmosphere was completely washed away by Jimo Can's complaints.
He couldn't cry, nor could he be angry.
He was so angry that he almost cried.
He jumped up and cursed: "It's less troublesome than you!"
Is this really my biological father
"You're still supporting me? Have I seen you before?" After finally meeting each other, this guy still looked sinister and spoke in a sarcastic tone. Gong Xichou almost turned hostile at that time. The most important thing was, "Why didn't you stop me from taking revenge?"
If he hadn't lost control of his rage and fought Tang Guo to death, he wouldn't have remembered his lost memories, and naturally Jimo Can wouldn't have had to fulfill the exchange with the gods. Gong Xichou didn't believe that the other party didn't know this, so why didn't he come to stop him
Jimo Can said: "I stopped him."
Gong Xichou was choked and speechless. The other party really tried to stop him, but he was so absorbed in the joy of finding the enemy that he only wanted to cut off the enemy's head and bury the whole clan with him. He said helplessly, "You should have told me the truth at that time... As long as you said it, I would definitely believe it! As long as you can live, I would rather seal the Dan Mansion by myself and never use martial energy for the rest of my life..."
As long as I can't remember it for the rest of my life...
Jimo Can can live forever.
“At that time, I thought you were my brother. Even if we had a bad relationship, you were... my only... my only blood relative in the world. I couldn’t possibly kill you for revenge!” Why did it come to this? He just found out the truth!
I just found out my biological father is still alive...
As a result, he died as soon as he turned around.
Compared to Gongxichou, who was crying like his father had died, Jimocan looked calm as if his enemy had passed away. He simply said to his son, "Did I ever tell you that I am your only blood relative in the world?"
Gong Xichou was so shocked by these words that he stopped crying, but couldn't help hiccuping. His expression was horrified and distorted as he accused: "You, you, you actually betrayed your mother and found a second wife? Do you still remember the clan motto? You, you, you, you are not a man!"
Jimo Can's face was dark, and he wanted to pick up a stick and beat Gong Xichou's buttocks, and it would be best if he could be beaten to pieces with a few sticks. He gnashed his teeth and said, "... You are still looking for trouble before you die!"
Who said looking for a second room
This guy deserves a beating for his outspokenness.
Gong Xichou was sad again—his father was dead, and he told him that he had a half brother or sister, or maybe more than one, and he didn’t allow him to tell him. It was a pity that my mother had given her heart to the wrong person! Then, Gong Xichou was really beaten.
Jimo Can's current form was just a spiritual clone condensed by literary energy, which was far less stable than his physical body. His emotions would dissipate faster if they fluctuated greatly. But he couldn't help it!
He just started cursing, cursing to his heart's content, cursing thoroughly, cursing Gong Xichou to death!
Finally, stay calm.
Said: "Your elder brother may still be alive."
Gong Xichou was shocked: "Brother? Are you still alive?"
Jimo Can calmed himself down. He had to hold on until he finished telling his last words, lest he die and still be troubled by Gong Xichou. "Yes, he should still be alive. After he lost his mind, he was taken care of by the tribe members, but there were always times when they couldn't take care of him. In addition, something unpleasant happened in the tribe at that time, and it was very chaotic. Since then, his whereabouts have been unknown. I have been looking for him all these years."
"What...unpleasant things?"
"Nothing, the previous high priest is here to bring bad luck."
Jimo Can said this lightly, but Gong Xichou was struck by lightning. What did he mean by the last high priest coming to seek bad luck? Wasn't that senior already dead? If he wasn't dead, why didn't he come back? Why did he come back to seek bad luck
It is obvious that he has bad intentions.
Jimo Can smiled with some malice.
"You see, the Goddess's vision is not very good. Look at the candidates she selected for the high priest. They are all rebellious!"
He is a ruthless person and he even curses himself.
Gong Xichou: “…”
Totally irrefutable.
He seemed to understand why the old priest had wrinkles and sorrow on his face. He had stabbed two high priests in the back!
"That's when your brother got lost."
Gong Xichou asked: "How do you know he is not dead?"
Jimo Can had a strange expression.
"Don't you even look at the life lamp?"
Gong Xichou: “…”
The so-called life lamp is a lamp that is lit by the high priest with the breath of the baby when the tribe member is one month old. It cannot be extinguished by wind or water. Once a person dies, the life lamp will go out. But why does he look at this
Jimo Can was once again disappointed with his son's brain: "There were still four life lamps burning, but now there are only three left. One for your brother, one for you, and one for the last high priest. You said that I don't recognize you, but if you pay attention to the life lamp, you won't say that your father is dead."
Gong Xichou: “…”
The whole clan was exterminated, why would he go to see the life lamp? The whole cave was pitch black with only his lamp lit
Jimo Can raised his eyebrows and asked, "So, it's my fault?"
Gong Xichou was confused by the question and looked pitiful.
He lowered his head: "No, it's my fault."
Jimo Can touched his son's head... no, his head, and showed a rare touch of tenderness: "Admitting one's mistakes and correcting them is the greatest virtue. If you can find your brother, that would be the best, but if you can't, that's fine too. It's a blessing to still have a blood connection with you in this world."
He told Gong Xichou all this just to give him some hope to support him through his loneliest times.
From today on, this child is truly alone.
Jimo Can hugged his son, suppressed his emotions and laughed softly, "Smile, An Nian, your father is going to a new life."
Looking at the other person's gradually transparent body, Gong Xichou hugged back but did not dare to use force, holding back tears: "Has the God forgiven you?"
"Yes, your uncle and the others are still waiting for your father to lead the way. When your life span on earth is over, they will come with your mother to pick you up. We will meet again then, but not too early. Smile more and think about the clan teachings. If you cry in this kind of situation, be careful of the old priest's wooden stick. Write down the rest of the instructions and put them in the box. You can read them slowly." Jimo Can said, "Smile, An Nian."
Gong Xichou couldn't even laugh.
But he still pulled the corners of his mouth hard.
"Um!"
Dealing with corpses was a piece of cake for Gong Xichou. Looking at Jimo Can, who closed his eyes in the firelight, he still refused to believe that he was dead. He always felt that the other party would come out from somewhere and mock him with a harsh and sarcastic tone.
After packing up the ashes, he sat holding the urn for the whole night, feeling confused and not knowing where to go.
Next—
Where is he going
He looked down at the urn that was warmed by his embrace.
He said in a hoarse voice: "Let me take you home for a reunion."
Given Jimo Can's unreliable character and his sarcastic and caustic mouth, he was skeptical about what he said about "being forgiven". If he disliked it, how could the gods like it
It is safer to send them back to their homeland, offer sacrifices to the gods, manage their relationships, make concessions, and say nice things...
Gong Xichou made up his mind.
At dawn, leaving on the morning dew.
As for what would happen to Geng State if it lost the King of Zhui, two uncles of the royal family, and Tang Guo, the pillar of the country, overnight, he didn't want to know. The weaker Geng State was, the easier it would be annexed, and the common people under its rule would have a chance to breathe. On the contrary, if the two forces were too close in strength, they would only fall into a tug-of-war, and the common people would suffer.
As for the recruitment of Zheng Qiao... Is he worthy of recruiting a villain with evil intentions who came here through crooked means
———
"Alas, business is not easy in this world..."
Gong Xichou stopped at a teahouse on the road and heard several merchants at the neighboring tables sighing: "Your business is a sure win, it's just a matter of how much you earn. Why are you still sighing? How can we brothers cope with your behavior?"
"Is there any business in this world that is guaranteed to make a profit? Brother, this time, we almost lost everything and even our life. Does Longwu County know that? It's not peaceful!"
When the merchants talked about this incident, they still felt frightened.
It turned out that this merchant was engaged in the smuggling of salt and iron.
In a peaceful and prosperous era, if you caught the whole household registration book, you would be beheaded, but in this chaotic era of war and chaos, the country is not safe, so how can you care about these things? Driven by profit, some vendors will bite their teeth and take risks.
If you are lucky, you can make a lot of money.
This businessman is one of them.
The route of smuggling to other ethnic groups is still taken because the competitive pressure is small and the profits are high, but the disadvantage is that the risks are also high.
But he found a job and followed a senior salt merchant as his offline partner. While the other party ate the meat, he could also have some soup.
Who would have thought that the salt merchant had gone to the western border of Shiwu and there had been no news since then. He waited and waited in Longwu County but to no avail. The agreed time had long passed and he knew in his heart that the other party was in great danger.
He could only curse the fierceness and cunningness of the Ten Crows in his heart, but he also felt sorry for his goods. It happened that the border was not peaceful, so in order to save his life, he could only escape back in advance.
Hearing about the unfortunate merchant's experience, everyone felt sympathy.
Just as he was about to comfort him, the merchant suddenly slammed the table, his dejection gone, and he became more spirited as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
"However, I did hear a piece of news on the way, which was really satisfying! Do you know the Ten Crow Kings? Their king personally led the army to the front line, hahahaha, who knew that there would be a fire in the backyard! Even this messy makeshift team wants to covet our fertile land? Pah!"
"A fire in the backyard?"
This is something that people welcome to see.
Everyone asked what was going on.
Gong Xichou, who was about to pick up the wine and ask if he wanted a sip from his father's urn, was also attracted and pricked up his ears.
The merchant stroked his long beard.
"To understand this matter, we need to start from a month ago!"
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