Chapter 478 Chapter 478: Killing brother and father, paying with blood (Part 2) [Please vote]
Although I accidentally saw this unpleasant brother this night, looking at the situation, it should be the other person Saved myself. Gong Xiqiu tried to open his mouth, but such a simple movement made him so anxious that he almost sweated, and his lips still couldn't move at all.
I don’t know how long it took.
It seems very long, but also seems very short.
The elder brother, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, exhaled a breath and released his prayer gesture. His brows and eyes were full of visible fatigue, as if he had been drained of energy by something. The moment he stood up, the lavish robes of the God-rewarding Priest around him melted away.
Revealing a Confucian shirt stained with blood and scratches.
Raise your hand to test Gong Xiqiu’s carotid artery.
When he touched the fresh and soft young skin, a strong beating full of life came from under his fingertips, sweeping away the fatigue just now. He seemed to be crying but not crying. He held Gong Xiqiu's head with both hands and buried it. Looking into his arms, he choked: [Ah Nian...]
Gong Xiqiu could smell the blood and sweat in the other person's arms, as well as the salty liquid dripping from his cheeks and sliding into the corners of his mouth.
His mind is a little confused.
It turns out that my brother loves me so much. Then why did I think my eyes were not eyes and my nose was not a nose before?
Follow that the body is 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 clan is full of enemies.
The elder brother was in a daze. He was lucky enough to save his life but lost a lot of blood. He was hiding everywhere. Relying on his familiarity with the tribe and some tricks, he was lucky enough not to be exposed. Until they passed a square, which is where the tribe holds bonfire gatherings on important days. Weddings and funerals are basically arranged here. At this time, it was completely soaked in blood, and the corpses were piled up in a mess.
There are several pottery urns on the site.
There is a red charcoal fire burning under the pottery urn.
The soup is boiling in the pottery urn.
Crying, screaming, moaning, begging.
This place should have been filled with laughter and laughter, but at this moment it was so bloody that it was like the coming of hell. Gong Xiqiu looked at this scene, his eyes were in severe pain, and his head felt like it was going to explode. It's a pity that he couldn't shout out, not even a syllable.
All the pain turned into a mad beast, rampaging, biting and roaring in his mind, unable to find an outlet.
Why!
Why can't he move!
Why can't he get out!
Why let him see this!
"I'm going to kill you!"
"Ahhhhhh-"
The reality has only passed in a blink of an eye, but Gong Xiqiu feels that he has endured it for more than ten years . The seeds of hatred that sprouted from the night of the genocide did not dissipate without a trace because he lost his memory. Instead, he chewed on the hatred that could not be resolved in a corner that he did not know, absorbing the hatred and growing into a towering tree. This power instantly broke through the restraints imposed on him, and his eyes turned scarlet.
The hatred was finally vented in this vent.
Tang Guo looked at the sudden burst of momentum on Gong Xiqiu. Even from such a long distance, he could still feel the burning sensation that made his skin slightly painful. The martial armor transformed from substance into a viscous flame, and drops of blood seeped out from under the skin.
He...
felt the threat of death.
No!
This man must be killed as soon as possible!
But before Tang Guo could take action, one of the reinforcements who came from the bottom of the mountain was slightly closer and suddenly let out a shrill scream. He turned around and looked over, only to see that his confidant who had been with him for many years in the war was instantly turned into human skin and withered bones.
The human skin was so old that it had lost its luster.
This——
Tang Guo suddenly thought of something, suddenly retreated, and ordered others to stay away and keep their distance. Gong Xiqiu is using the secret method of the Gongxi clan to fight him desperately! This method had been seen by other warriors of the Gongxi clan back then.
This secret method is tricky and tricky.
It’s easy to deal with it.
Because once it is actually activated, the ability to move flexibly will be lost. When the target's lifespan is exhausted, Tang Guo will die without having to take action. As expected, with Gong Xiqiu as the center, all the vegetation and creatures were drained of their vitality at an incredible speed.
"Retreat!"
Tang Guo ordered again.
Phew! A wooden arrow appeared out of nowhere, streaking down the air and piercing Gong Xiqiu's chest.
Outsiders didn't understand what happened, but Gong Xiqiu clearly felt that the martial energy that was forcibly burning in his body was instantly solidified, and the bone-chilling chill made him shiver. Not only did the scarlet eyes regain their clarity, but they also suffered a little backlash.
"Who did it?"
Covering his chest, he wanted to greet his ancestors.
"Gong Xi Fengen, are you just squandering your life like this?" In the mid-air, a figure that no one expected appeared. The most trusted confidant of King She! At this time, he was wearing a priest's toga with strangely ornate patterns and holding a wooden staff.
Half of the wooden staff was entangled with vines shaped like pythons.
Just——
This man's face was as green as the vines.
Tang Guo's face was as black as the mud in the stinky ditch. He recognized this outfit. He had seen it on a Gongxi tribesman with a stooped body and gray hair. It was this old immortal thing that caused him great harm.
Gong Xiqiu covered his chest and was so angry that he almost fainted.
His memory has been completely restored, and he doesn't know whether to be grateful for his brother's help in saving his life, or to be angry that he interrupted him and called himself "Feng En", which is a disgusting and shameful title. Gong Xiqiu took a deep breath, pointed at Tang Guo and spoke.
"Brother, if your surname is Gongxi and you are still a member of the Gongxi tribe, join hands with me today to screw this old guy's head!" As long as the other party is willing to agree.
You will be sure of yourself.
The ability of the high priest is different from that of Wen Xin Wu Dan known to the world. The latter absorbs the energy of heaven and earth and uses it for his own use, but the former stems from the belief in the gods enshrined by the clan. The high priest is the favored spokesperson of the gods, and his strength has always been impressive.
Although I don’t know why my brother, as the high priest, was absent from the clan and allowed the old priest to take up the post with tears in his eyes, but he is the high priest. Together, the two brothers can definitely skin and bones everyone including Tang Guo, leaving no one alive!
Unexpectedly, my brother just raised his hand to set up a trap.
His face moved closer to the brown color of the main body of the wooden staff, and he looked at Gong Xiqiu as if he was ready to settle accounts after the fall.
"Can."
Gong Xiqiu was puzzled: "What?"
He said angrily: "My name is Can, Jimo Can!"
< br>Gong Xiqiu is still puzzled.
However, I finally found out my brother’s real name, which was an ice-breaking development!
Ah——
No, wait——
Gong Xiqiu has memorized the genealogy by heart for a long time. The family members have passed it down for many years, and there are few people with the same name. There seems to be only one person with the name "Can" in his memory, the partner next to his old mother's name, the previous high priest - it seems to be Jimo Can.
Gongxi Qiu was struck by lightning.
The brother he thought was actually my ex-husband?
Jimo Chan said with a black face: "I am your father!"
Gong Xiqiu: "..."
He was a little unclear about the relationship for a while.
I wanted to ask again, but the ground beneath my feet was shaking. Tang Guo used brute force to clear the way and break through the trapped formation. He was wrapped tightly in armor from head to toe. He held a long ax in his hand and made deep footsteps step by step. The gravel and stones on the ground could not withstand the pressure and shattered into powder.
Jimo Can glanced over coldly.
Gong Xiqiu: "Let's not talk about it for now, the enemy is more important."
Jimo Can snorted coldly: "Step back."
Gong Xiqiu suddenly opened his eyes Round eyes: "How can this work?"
"I gave you a chance, but you failed!"
Gong Xiqiu: "...Am I useless?"
Jimo Can frowned impatiently: "You are in the way."
Gong Xiqiu: "..."
But he saw the wooden stick in Jimo Can's hand turning around in his hand. He raised his hand and pointed at Tang Guo, looking at him with cold eyes: "My clan has wasted its heroic souls in vain and has longed for your flesh and blood for a long time. Do you know what blood debt is and blood payment is? Let's go to Quantai——"
" Everyone, listen to my orders!”
After the words fell, Gong Xiqiu's feet were filled with red blood.
Familiar figures crawled out of the pool of blood, but they were no longer alive. Their clothes were stained with blood, and their breath was not as full of life as before. They were lifeless and filled with resentment. He was slightly flustered and glanced around, seeing a mole on the forehead of the leading young man.
“Uncle!”
He blurted out.
But his uncle ignored him.
At this time, Jimo's bright voice came from above his head again.
Low, vicious, like the whispers of ghosts and gods.
"Leave no one alive!"
A clan elder who was very familiar to Gong Xi Qiu was now just following Jimo Can's orders like a puppet who had lost his mind and only knew how to kill. , baring his scarlet fangs at Tang Guo. This scene is extremely unfamiliar to Gong Xiqiu.
Even a little cold.
"You - actually desecrate the dead?"
This kind of strange method is not uncommon throughout the mainland, but it is mostly the obsession of the souls of soldiers who died in border battles and voluntarily guarded the border. When the national border barrier is in trouble, Do your best to protect our country’s security. But this is not the case with these tribesmen!
Jimo Can said indifferently: "They are fighting for you."
Gong Xiqiu was startled.
Jimo Can: “Keeping you alive is their obsession.”
Every time a clan member dies, the high priest will hold a requiem ceremony, burn the remains, and guide the souls of the clan members to return to the embrace of the gods. Every time such a ceremony is held, the clan members smile. To them, this is not death but a new beginning.
And these tribesmen who died on the night of genocide...
did not experience requiem... Gong Xiqiu doesn't understand either.
Jimo Can laughed at himself: "I can't order them. Their dying obsession is always by your side."
(End of this chapter)