"Blasphemy?"
"Maybe."
The chief of the Wutuo clan spread his hands.
Just the tone sounded a bit weird.
He and Azhiya grew up together.
The two are similar in age and have similar personalities, so they always talk about everything.
At that time, Azhiya was cheerful and talkative, not as stubborn, cold and erratic as he is now.
The turning point that changed his temperament.
It was that year that his only daughter Oona rashly used the Dharma drum to perform witchcraft without permission, which resulted in an unreasonable disaster for the tribe.
But.
Wutuo knew, however, that Oona's original intention was not to blaspheme God, but to save people.
Just because Azhiya went to the Black Desert.
No one in the tribe knows shamanism.
Oona had no choice but to take the risk and cast it.
But before that, she had not been recognized by the gods and had not yet become a real Wu Da You, that is, a female shaman.
In this way, there is an act of blasphemy.
Azhiya hurried back from the Black Desert after receiving the news. The outcome was decided and everything was irreversible.
In anger and pain, he wanted to give an explanation to his tribe.
I could only lock my daughter into the underworld prison with my own hands.
Let her shut herself up and think about her faults, and be punished to pay for her sins.
And he himself became taciturn after that day, hiding in the house all day long.
So many years have passed in the blink of an eye.
The younger generation doesn’t know the past.
Azhiya has never been able to overcome his inner demons.
Wutuo saw it and felt inexplicable pain. With Oona's talent, she could definitely become the next generation of Wu Dayou in the tribe.
That's why he took advantage of this opportunity.
Proposed to let Oona lead the way for Chen Yulou and others.
Although she was young at that time, she followed her father Azhiya and traveled to the Black Desert many times.
In terms of experience, the younger generation Po Li is far inferior to her.
In addition, the most important point is that if Oona can succeed, it can also relieve Azhiya's heart knot.
"So there are still such secrets."
Listen to him slowly talking about the past.
Chen Yulou and the others finally understood.
It’s no wonder that after Azhiya left angrily, Wutuo would say ignore it. At that time, he only thought it was an angry comment. Now it seems that Azhiya is not the same?
A father personally drove his daughter into a place of eternal destruction.
All these years.
How much suffering has he endured?
So the moment his old friend asked Oona to come out, he must have been excited and relieved, but he couldn't say it, let alone do it, and could only leave in this way.
After all, people's words can be feared, and he wants to avoid suspicion.
“Let’s go, I’ll take you to see Oona.”
Wutuo waved his hand.
From his perspective, that incident was not Oona's fault.
Even the tribesmen who suffered Wuwu disaster have already forgiven, but the old guy Azhiya has too many inner demons and has never been able to forgive himself.
“Okay.”
Chen Yulou nodded.
After all, they are most likely to be the guides for the rest of the journey, so it doesn’t hurt to see them first.
In addition, he was also curious, what kind of woman was Oona?
“Chief, I’m going too.”
Seeing the group of people getting up, Po Li couldn’t help but feel anxious.
He had grown up in the village since he was a child, and he had never heard of such a past event.
How can I be left alone at this moment?
“Why don’t you go back and take a look at your Surqin?”
Wutuo looked back at him and joked.
Po Li, who had been acting cold and dignified along the way, couldn't help but blush at this moment and waved his hands repeatedly, "Chief, please stop joking, you can watch it anytime.
Listen Talk to two people
Chen Yulou and others couldn't help but look at each other.
There was a hint of understanding in his expression.
No wonder he could remain indifferent to the accessories thrown by women when he entered the city. It turns out that he already had the woman he liked in his heart.
"Okay, come with me."
Wutuo joked and put away his expression.
He led a group of people and walked straight out of the city, but instead of taking the main road they came from, they kept walking between the mud houses.
Gradually.
Even Po Li looked surprised.
He thought he knew the walled city so well that he could easily pass it even with his eyes closed.
But it was not until this moment that he discovered to his surprise that the place the patriarch took him through was actually indescribably strange.
Especially when he opened a courtyard door.
Po Li looked up and found that no one lived in the courtyard. The ground was covered with weeds. There was only a path paved with bluestone bricks in the middle, which seemed to have traces of someone walking.
"Clan leader..."
Swallowing secretly, Po Li subconsciously wanted to speak.
But Wutuo ignored his meaning.
Walk straight through the path.
The door that has been closed all year round is opened again.
Po Li quickly followed, and the moment he crossed the threshold, he felt an indescribable sense of gloom and decay rushing over his face.
Waiting for my eyes to finally adapt to the darkness in the room.
His expression suddenly changed.
The room inside was not the hall he imagined, but a huge pit.
The surrounding area is as smooth as a well.
It was pitch dark inside the pit, and you couldn't see your fingers, as if it was directly connected to the hell of evil spirits.
At this moment, his position was on the edge of the pit. Po Li's heart trembled, and he subconsciously took half a step back, and his tall figure tensed even more.
"This is..."
Po Li never imagined that he would see such an amazing scene when he opened the door.
“The underworld, purgatory!”
Wutuo, who had been silent, finally spoke.
The old face was full of complexity. Many years ago, when he was first brought here, his performance was not as good as Po Li. If the old patriarch hadn’t grabbed him, maybe he would have He will slip and fall.
In the ancient legend of the shaman.
The gods live in heaven, humans and all things live in the human world, while demons and ghosts can only wander in the underworld.
And in the deepest part of the underworld.
It is said that there is also a purgatory, which is dedicated to imprisoning devils who blaspheme God and people who commit heinous sins.
Guzzhou, the Uighur tribe’s stronghold.
Everything here is built to imitate this.
He had seen this place back then, and because it was so shocking, he went back and read through the ancient books of the clan, and finally found a trace of records about it between the lines.
At least a thousand years ago.
The ancestors of the tribe lived in seclusion at this time.
He began to build this purgatory.
So far, only a handful of clan members have been able to be imprisoned in it.
So much so that many people go their entire lives without knowing it exists.
"Senior Oona, are you down there?"
Just four words.
It has caused an uproar in Po Li's heart.
Looking down at the abyss in front of him, his eyes were full of fear and fear.
"Yes."
Wutuo nodded.
Oona is the last tribesman imprisoned here.
The words fell.
I saw him suddenly raising his hand and making a rather strange gesture, spitting out an extremely unfamiliar byte,
Wow——
A moment.
It's like some mysterious spell has been cast.
In the pitch-black underground, streaks of fire suddenly appeared in the air.
It looks like a will-o'-the-wisp floating in a cemetery.
But for some reason, at the moment when the fire came out, Po Li, who had been hunting all year round, felt an extremely strong palpitation and sense of crisis in his heart.
"That's not right..." It's not just him.
The expressions of Chen Yulou and the others who followed closely behind him changed slightly.
The five of them, even Yang Fang, who has been practicing for the shortest time, has already reached the stage of pushing through the door and entering the Qi Refining Pass.
The five senses and six senses are far beyond those of ordinary people.
The old foreigner frowned, and the dragon bow behind his back did not move and chirped, as if it was being burned, and the bow instantly became hot.
Longbow warning.
This is the first time since entering the Western Region.
How could it not make him nervous?
"Evil spirit!"
Similar to him, Yang Fang, who was carrying the magic whip at the moment, also clearly felt the trembling behind him.
Hit the divine whip to suppress corpses and demons.
At this moment, through the firelight floating in the abyss, he could gradually see clearly that there was no aura of rigor mortis in the depths below, so there were only monsters and demons left.
"It is indeed a monster."
"But the breath is so weird."
Partridge Whistle frowned, and there was a bit of surprise in his eyes.
If it were an ordinary monster, with his current level, he would be able to see through it at a glance.
But at this moment, those floating firelights, in addition to the evil spirit, clearly have a spirituality and vitality.
The people looked at each other and it was difficult to understand.
Subconsciously he looked at Chen Yulou in front of him.
Judging from past situations, he seems to be able to give an answer to any unexplainable existence.
This time they all noticed something strange. He didn't say a word, and something was obviously wrong.
It’s just...
No one expected it.
At this moment, Chen Yulou was not in a state of confusion, but simply fell into unbelievable shock.
Fire in the darkness of the abyss.
It was clearly one fist-sized flying insect after another.
The whole body is red, like a piece of transparent crystal, and the wings are even more crystal clear. Through the transparent shell, you can even see the translucent internal organs and the slowly flowing flames. It is indescribably mysterious and strange.
"Fire... ladybug?"
Chen Yulou looked like he had seen a ghost.
There seemed to be countless voices resounding in my mind.
The fire ladybug guarding the Rakshasa Ghost City actually appeared here?
For a moment, he suddenly felt like his memory was reversed.
Could it be?
Between hesitations.
He suddenly remembered that outside the altar, the clan leader Wutuo had said that Azhiya was the person who entered and exited the Black Desert the most among the Uighur tribes.
Before him, this tribe had existed on the Yuhai coast for thousands of years.
Generations of shamans, just like him, ventured into the sand nest in search of the legendary sacred tree.
So, is it possible that these fire ladybugs were brought back from the black desert by the tribe’s former wizards?
And I watched it for so long.
He has discovered a slight difference.
In the original work, the fire ladybugs guarding the Rakshasa Ghost City emit blue light, but the fire under the abyss here is not like this.
The arguments among several people did not make Wutuo speak.
At this moment, he looked at the fire bugs with an unprecedented seriousness in his eyes.
Po Li seemed to have thought of something.
The tension in his expression had been replaced by a touch of enthusiasm and excitement without realizing it.
The legendary blessing from the god of fire.
It turned out to be true.
They guard the underworld and purgatory.
In the blink of an eye, more and more firelight emerged, driving away the darkness, and the bottom of the abyss was finally fully exposed to everyone's sight.
The vastness beneath the pit is endless, desolate and silent.
There seems to be a cold breath of death in the air.
In the middle of the bottom, a hill rises from the ground, like an isolated island in the vast ocean.
The group of people suddenly understood that this was the place of purgatory in the underworld.
but.
When their eyes fell on the top of the mountain.
The faces all changed.
A figure was sitting cross-legged among them.
Although it is just a back view, you can clearly tell she is a woman from her attire.
The moment they saw her, several people finally understood why this place was called purgatory.
It is dark all year round.
Let alone more than ten years, most people would go crazy if they were trapped here for a few days.
"Oona..."
Wutuo sighed.
Looking at the woman on the mountain, her eyes were full of complexity.
"You have been here for thirteen years. The gods have forgiven your mistakes. From today on... you can leave."
Hearing this, the woman's figure visibly trembled. Down.
But after a moment of silence, she shook her head, her tone indescribably firm.
"Patriarch, Oona has blasphemed the gods and is an unforgivable sin."
"I plan to spend the rest of my life here."
"You'd better go back."
Wutuo's face was even more painful, "You and I both know that what happened back then was not our fault, and so did you Atta. It's a helpless move. He hasn't left even half a step since the day you came in."
"I'm not here to persuade you."
"I just want to. Let you know that he was by no means ruthless and unjust."
"I have known him all my life, and I know his character best."
Wutuo came here more than once, but Oona was never willing to speak.
The opportunity finally came to him today, how could he miss it?
After hearing these things that she had never known before, Oona on the top of the mountain had her eyes wide open and her expression was full of disbelief.
She once felt that Atta was too heartless.
Otherwise, how could a father personally send his daughter to purgatory to suffer punishment, assuming that she had done nothing wrong?
So, her heart died from that day on.
But now...the patriarch told her that the truth was not what she thought.
For a time, Oona's faith that she had held on to for thirteen years collapsed bit by bit.
If this is said by someone else.
She would definitely give a shit.
But the person who spoke was the patriarch, the person who watched him grow up.
“Really, really?”
Oona closed her eyes and raised her head. After a while, she opened her eyes again and looked at the figure above her head.
She has to confirm again.
"Uncle Wutuo, have I ever lied to you once?"
Wutuo shook his head.
This pair of father and daughter are more stubborn than the other.
Azhiya is obviously in more pain than anyone else, but he still wants to send his daughter here, and Oona would rather die here than leave even half a step away.
In the final analysis.
It's just that the knot in my heart remains unresolved.
He has been dealing with it for so many years, and he has tried everything he can to resolve it.
Unexpectedly, today it was just a whim that convinced me.
"Then why doesn't he... Atta come?"
Oona pursed her lips and glanced around.
But among the group, except for the Wutuo clan leader, she didn't see a single familiar face.
"You, Atta, still can't forgive yourself. You haven't left the city for more than ten years. Today, he doesn't dare to come. He's afraid that something bad will happen if he comes."
Wutuo hesitated.
I defended myself a little.
This is also a white lie.
After all, as long as Una is willing to come out of the ground, time will always dissipate everything.
The old guy wanted to see his daughter more than anyone else.
I am afraid they have been anxious since they came here.
"That's it..."
Oona's eyes dimmed, obviously a little disappointed.
Upon seeing this, Wutuo immediately said, "By the way, Oona, there is one more thing. I came here today to ask you to go to the Black Desert!" (End of Chapter)