Chapter 469: The Tribe in the Black Tide
The aura of the snake still lingers in the space, lingering.
Bailian still doesn’t understand the world at the moment, and he doesn’t know how to find the bronze door and leave here.
It’s just that since Bimoniao sees that there seem to be traces of human existence in this world, the secrets of this world are not nowhere to be found.
Everyone went down the mountain and headed south.
The jungles in the south are overgrown, and as far as the eye can see, the faint outline of the human tribe can be seen.
As Yu Jian traveled south, the stars in the long night suddenly seemed to dim a lot, and the eastern sky finally welcomed a ray of hazy light in a night that was countless times longer than the human world.
This phenomenon of heaven and earth shows that the sun will rise from the sky and shine on the earth in a short time.
Bailian originally thought so, so he opened the glass umbrella in advance.
A few roosters crowed from the human tribe.
The lights of thousands of houses lit up quickly like a spread.
The people in the tribe did not seem to feel happy or relaxed because of the long-awaited dawn. Bailian saw someone carrying a bag of luggage and running towards the eastern mountain.
The group of people were like lions on the grassland, running on the hills day after day.
Their speed is extremely fast, no weaker than the speed of Yu Jian. They are obviously not ordinary humans.
They came to the top of Dongfang Mountain and quickly picked up their bags and spread them out. The bags were actually filled with a bag of black seeds.
Those seeds were illuminated by the dawn light, and the dark stone-like seeds became soft and light in color, turning into seeds of different colors.
Before the sun broke through the darkness on the top of the mountain, the dawn light from that side disappeared completely like the setting sun.
The dozens of humans on Dongfang Qingshan quickly packed their seed bags and carried them behind their backs. They all roared and rushed back toward the tribe like crazy.
Until the last ray of dawn disappeared from the sky, people did not wait for the dawn in the world of bronze doors day after day.
The stars, sun and moon all disappeared, and the world suddenly became extremely quiet and peaceful, without any sound.
Even the sounds of the dozen or so people running, roaring and panting seemed to be swallowed up by the world.
Darkness descended silently from all sides of the world, and even the sky and the earth were swallowed up.
The muscles of the dozen or so people were stretched high, squeezing out the ultimate strength in their bodies. Their speed even exceeded the flying speed of the sword. Every time they ran, the dust and gravel on the ground would be shaken several meters high. .
On the outside of the walls around the tribe, there are four ancient stone statues of gods. The statues are ancient and mottled, and they look very old.
The darkness is endless.
He quickly arrived behind the dozen or so people, swallowing them up like the rising tide of sea water.
"This power of darkness..." Fang Geyu frowned: "It is much scarier than the dark atmosphere that comes out when the bronze door is opened."
Si Li stared at him. He glanced at it and said: "The darkness when the bronze door opens is just pulling the living creatures in the ghost mountain into this world. , and the extra things in this darkness can eat people."
When the dozen or so people approached the tribe, the four statues gave off a faint light, as if they contained something. The feared power of the dark shadow, the closer it got to the tribe, the slower the darkness surged.
More than a dozen people filed in. At this moment, in the darkness behind everyone, a ferocious hand with pale skin and blue veins poked out, and suddenly grabbed the arm of the last man running. , the long blue-black nails pierced his skin directly. He screamed in pain, but did not call for help from his companions, and the dozen or so people who rushed into the tribe showed no intention of helping.
They looked at the man through the stone and wooden fence, as if similar tragic things happened every day, so their expressions were very calm, almost indifferent.
Just when the man was about to be dragged into the darkness, Bailian came down with his sword, struck like lightning, and tightly clasped the pale and cold hand.
A scream that did not sound like a human voice came from the darkness, and the hand seemed to have been burned by a fire, quickly melting into a piece of blue smoke.
Bailian picked up the man's collar and flew into the tribe at full speed.
Fang Geyu and others followed closely with their swords.
The man whose arm was injured had no time to say thanks. He clutched his wound and fell to the ground in pain, convulsing. Bright red blood mixed with a bit of strange green blood overflowed from his fingers and spread in the air. A strong stench emitted.
The faces of the dozens of men who were watching did not look very good, and they did not come forward.
Bailian frowned and looked around, and asked: "Don't you have any medicine to treat wounds?"
People from the same tribe are fellow compatriots, but these people seem unusually indifferent.
There was a man who looked at Bailian with a strange look. He was not surprised that a stranger like him suddenly fell from the sky.
Looking vaguely afraid of him, he whispered: "He was injured by a corpse ghost and was infected with ghost poison. He will not survive. You...even if you save him, he will only know how to It is a harm to people, but there is no medicine to save them."
At this time, the crowd slowly separated, and a small, pink-makeup child came with his hands behind his back.
He clearly looks like a childish and cute dumpling, with a lively and cute hairdo on his head. He looks like he is at most four or five years old, but he walks with an old-fashioned and serious look.
The injured man kept choking and coughing up bright red blood, one mouthful after another. In the end, the blood he coughed up turned foul-smelling and green. His eyes suddenly popped up in pain, and he took the device from his back. Seed's luggage, he said with difficulty: "Sir... sir, this is the result of my... today. My child... is still young. I hope you can take care of me... in the future."
The naive child frowned, his face was serious and he didn't speak. He took out a small bottle from his sleeve, walked up to the man, and poured the green juice in the bottle on the man's arm. .
The smelly green pus and blood were quickly purified and diluted, and the five bright red finger holes healed quickly.
The look of death on the man's face disappeared little by little, and he lay on the ground crying.
The child raised the vial and shook it. Looking at the juice that was almost bottoming out, a trace of physical pain clearly flashed across Tuanzi’s face. He said with an impatient expression: “Okay, okay, stop knocking. Children are the most annoying thing in my life. You can just raise that kid yourself."
"Sir... that is one of the tributes to the gods this month. If you use it like this, I'm afraid... …”
"What are you afraid of? I'm still afraid of that mere divine envoy?!" The child cast a cold side glance at the person who spoke. He clearly looked harmless, but the majestic aura in his eyes was not something a child could have. .
The man was caught in his sight and tremblingly remained silent.
When the man kneeling on the ground finished his meal and left, he did not forget to bow to Balian again and again, his gratitude was beyond words.
"It seems that they are another group of unlucky newcomers." The child, who obviously had a very high status in this tribe, straightened his wide sleeves that touched the ground.
The boy is small, but he wears an adult-style robe with big sleeves and a jade belt to tie his waist. He looks nondescript, a little funny and cute.
(End of this chapter)