Chapter 775 Jade is here and people are here
“I’m going to die, I’m going to die!”
The first contact with the Tu’er tribe seemed uneventful.
There were no fierce fights and fights, nor were there accompanying verbal fights.
Everything came to an end in Turcolandot's faint narration.
"Sister An Ran, wake up?"
"Please call me Tu'er Anlanduo, and please pay attention to your identity and wording. I am now the sixty-eighth heir of the Tu'er tribe! ”
In just a few minutes of contact, Ren Anran seemed to have changed into a different person, and even had a hint of Turian in his mouth.
“Kalanduo?”
“I agree with Mother’s wise decision!”
"Crazy!"
Zhang Xuezhou scratched his head, feeling that the Tu'er people's style of doing things was simply a joke.
Even Turcolando has some kind of ability to confuse cognition and can almost change a person.
“After decades of not seeing each other, her weird mental ability is getting stronger and stronger!”
Except for Zhang Xuezhou who relied on Kunpeng fighting skills to regain his sanity, in the soul jade, he almost Ren Sheng, who had expired, also came to life and let out a low, weak gasp.
"How to get rid of this trouble? How to make Sister An Ran return to normal?" Zhang Xuezhou asked anxiously, leaning towards the soul jade.
“One is that the mental strength is enough to fight against Koranduo, the other is to have corresponding means to crack it, and the other is to choose to stay away from her. As long as you stay far enough and for a long enough time, this kind of The influence gradually subsided," Ren Sheng gasped.
"Shut up, you...I want to dedicate you to the Lord God. The Lord God should like you very much!"
We couldn't talk more than a few words, and Ren Anran looked at him. With a sweep, he not only stopped Zhang Xuezhou with a displeased look on his face, but also held up the soul jade and signaled what he wanted to do.
“We Tuer people will dedicate ashes to the ancestral halls of the gods in various places after their death,” Tuerkaranduo said: “Some elders and chief priests with spiritual power are particularly popular. It is said that the participating devotees are worshiped by the gods. If you choose, you may enter the divine land and enjoy eternal existence!”
"What age has it been, and you still believe this!"
Zhang Xuezhou complained.
He glanced at Ren Anran, and then looked at Turcalando's face.
Ren Anran was still in a state of mental confusion, and Turcalando had apparently returned to most of his normal state.
At normal times, Turcalando would also be affected by this 'spiritual aura' and would not even have any thoughts. But after Zhang Xuezhou returned to normal, she obviously noticed the abnormality. , thus slowly getting rid of Turcolandot's influence.
"The gods have given us magical powers to unite us Tuers as one. If you can't get rid of the influence of my mother's divine aura, will you believe this?"
Tulkarando After asking, Ren Anran scolded her again, and she could only wink at Zhang Xuezhou a few times.
"Has your god entered this soul jade?"
Turkalanduo lowered his voice.
She was too familiar with her soul jade, and combined with the subtle sounds coming from the soul jade and Ren Anran's scolding words, Turcalando's heart couldn't help but beat.
The language their gods spoke was obscure and incomprehensible, and they roared and wailed from time to time, but in the soul jade, it was the alliance language that she was familiar with, and it was not the words of gods at all.
Compared to the sixty-eighth successor of the Tu’er tribe, Tulkaranduo felt that the ‘god’ matter was more important.
And from a related perspective, Ren Anran is indeed qualified to inherit the Tuer clan, which even includes Ren Wuchang.
Modern civilization is enlightening, and Turcalando’s cognition is constantly changing along with world travel.
She likes the convenience that power brings, but she does not like the rigid rules and obligations that come with this kind of power. If someone takes over for her to inherit, she feels that it is not unacceptable.
In contrast, fighting for power in other families is indeed easier for her.
If Ren Anran can succeed the chief of the Tuer tribe and then give her the Jishi Medical Center in Xijing City, Tuerkaranduo thinks that would be the best thing.
“Yeah!”
Zhang Xuezhou responded with a series of vague responses as usual. He looked at Ren Anran, who had a solemn expression, and then at Turcalando, who was winking, and felt that it was terrible to be here.
But when his eyes met the slight twinkle in Ren Anran's eyes, Zhang Xuezhou felt a lot more relieved.
Obviously, as he got rid of Turcolandot's influence, Ren Anran seemed to have some kind of freedom, and she even stopped scolding and teaching him at this time.
“Fortunately, my brother didn’t come here!”
Ren Anran was equally horrified.
In the short period of unknowing contact, she almost obeyed Turcolandu's words, and even had many rules and concepts of the Tur tribe in her mind.
It was as if it was engraved in her genes, and she awakened with the contact.
She can even speak half-baked Tulse, which is obviously because she has never learned a small language.
But Ren Anran was fortunate that he did not develop genetic fighting skills, but majored in spiritual strengthening.
Her dragon-elephant fighting skills are not very intimidating, only slightly better than Zhang Xuezhou, but her ability in mental strengthening is almost similar to Zhang Xuezhou's, and far better than Ren Wuyou's.
This level of spiritual power cannot resist Turcolandot, but it undoubtedly has the qualifications to prevent himself from getting lost.
Even as she comes into contact with more people, she breaks away more often and has more experience in dealing with them.
"I..."
Ren Anran was just about to ask Zhang Xuezhou for his suggestions on how to deal with it, when he heard footsteps and the sound of opening the door again. He was holding Turkelan inlaid with soul jade. Duo has entered the hall again.
"You came here at just the right time. The eight elders and I have just completed the prayer ceremony. They have not gone far. Accordingly, the elders meeting can be started immediately!"
Turcolandot She looked at Ren Anran with satisfaction, and after waving her hand, Ren Anran immediately stood beside her obediently.
"The strong are superior to the weak. Your bloodline is unquestionable and you will definitely pass the test. Let's go!"
She called Ren Anran and then walked out with Ren Anran without even talking to Turkalan. Duo said the last sentence.
"Is the relationship between you and your mother so fragile? Is this completely ignoring you?"
Watching Turcolandot take Ren Anran away, and the door is closed again Locked up, Zhang Xuezhou would inevitably complain.
“I just said that piece of soul jade is very important.” Turkarando said dejectedly: “When the jade is there, people are here, but when the jade is gone, people die. In the eyes of my mother, I am almost the same as a dead person. She is gone. It would be a great favor to convene a meeting of elders to deal with me!”
“Is it that serious?”
“Absolutely!”
“Then your tribe has quite a lot of bad habits!”
“Actually, I don’t like our tribe either. But it’s not me who has the final say in the tribe, and it doesn’t matter what my mother says. This custom that has been formed over many years cannot be changed by just a few words!”
Turkalando faced it! Zhang Xuezhou waved, then ran to the side of the room and opened a small window.
Through the window, Zhang Xuezhou saw that Ren Anran had put on a cloak made of white feathers and stood in front of the shrine.
There were eight more middle-aged and elderly people wearing red robes and black feathers, holding wooden staffs nearly as tall as a man, walking slowly in a circle around Ren Anran.
Turcolandot, on the other hand, held on to the wooden staff with a solemn face, and kept kneeling in the direction of the temple and chanting words.
“This is such a bad habit, it is completely unreasonable!”
Zhang Xuezhou found it difficult to complain about everything he saw.
He just felt like a dream. Yesterday he was in a normal world, but today he had a completely different style.
If it weren’t for Ren Anran’s extremely high level of mental strengthening and even getting rid of the influence in just a few minutes, Zhang Xuezhou wouldn’t be so calm at all.
He complained, and saw the light of stars floating over the dome above the temple, and a low roar like an ancient giant beast passed into his ears.
(End of this chapter)