The RV stopped in front of the totem pole, and Guan Shanle got out of the car first.
Cai Gen whispered.
"Hey, it's another level."
"Master, this level is amazing."
From the position of the Howling Tmall, no matter how quiet Cai Gen is, he can still hear it.
"What's so great about it? Does it need thunder to open?"
"Third uncle, it shouldn't be so troublesome. Let's go down and have a look."
Xiao Sun pulled Cai Gen out of the car and followed Guan Shanle's footsteps to the totem pole.
"Uncle, long time no see?"
"Shan Le, why are you here?"
"Grandson, what have you been doing for so long?"
"Little bastard, have you forgotten us?"
"little beast"
This mess is like a scene in a wet market looking for relatives. What is going on?
Cai Gen followed the sound and saw, I'll strangle him.
It turns out that there is a person standing on each totem pole.
The services are different, and you can tell from different eras at first glance.
Most of them are wrapped in animal skins and have no modern flavor.
Scientifically speaking, it's like holographic projection.
Metaphysically speaking, it is the form of the soul.
Although he couldn't leave the totem pole, the enthusiasm he showed when facing Guan Shanle really felt like a relative he hadn't seen for a long time.
At this time, two voices stood out from the many voices.
"Grandpa, where is my father Tata?"
"Grandpa, where is my brother Chicha?"
Suddenly, the scene became quiet, and what followed was a conversation between close relatives.
Guan Shanle looked at the two and a half young men, opened and closed his mouth, closed and opened it again, and finally squeezed out a few words.
"Jinjin, Mumu, they are gone."
As Guan Shanle opened his mouth, it seemed that he had finally reached the critical point of his emotions. He could no longer restrain himself, and burst into tears. He squatted on the ground and started crying.
Perhaps, only when facing these close relatives could Guan Shanle put down his guard and vent his emotions unscrupulously.
"No more?"
"Where are you going?"
Jinjin and Mumu haven't fully reacted yet.
People near the totem pole started asking questions.
"Grandson, how old are you? You cry like a chicken?"
"Shan Le, you have something to talk about, why don't you?"
"Little calf, no, is the plan good?"
"Bunny, didn't you say that that boy Tata is smart enough and ruthless enough.
"Can we maintain stability for decades this time?"
"Why did you mess it up?"
"Stop crying."
No matter how the relatives around him asked questions, Guan Shanle remained silent and vented his pain of losing his son to his heart's content, getting out of hand.
Er Zhenbeile stood up, put his hand on Guan Shanle's head, gave him support, and yelled.
"Shut up, everyone, what are you arguing about?
The god of awakening suffering has come.
It's time to end this section.
It's time for a new chapter to begin.
so, so
Therefore, those who should leave will exit, and those who should appear will appear.
Nothing is so strange."
Is it finally coming to an end?
Are you about to quit?
Everyone standing on the totem pole fell into deep thought after listening to Ezhenbeile's words and stopped speaking.
Then they all looked at Cai Gen and his group to see which one was the Awakened God of Pain.
Cai Gen listened a little confused.
Judging from the conversation they just had and the information revealed.
Everyone knows about the plan for Guentanago.
No matter how cruel it is, no matter what the cost, everyone agrees.
The reason why I don't want to accept it is that I probably don't want to go back to the era when there were more clan members around me from time to time.
Moreover, the reason why there was no soul in the ancestral grave just now was that it was so clean.
It turns out that they are all here, integrated with the sealing array, which is really economical.
Although I don’t understand the beginning and end of what Zhenbeile said, but since he mentioned the awakening of the God of Pain, shouldn’t someone introduce himself to everyone?
After all, you are the protagonist, so you must have a more gorgeous appearance, right?
Even in this sad moment.
"Come on, come on, I bet that the awakened God of Bitterness must be the short bald guy with big eyes and a pure Yang body, which is more in line with the behavior of the God of Bitterness. If he loses, I will eat a pound of shit."
A sudden voice sounded, instantly diluting the sad atmosphere created by Guan Shanle.
Not only is it diluted, but it's also gone astray.
Xiao Sun was stunned for a moment. Are you talking about yourself?
Not only Xiaosun was stunned, but everyone was stunned.
Everyone looked at each other and saw black lines on each other's faces.
This group of people is really a bit unreliable, let alone serious.
It's not scary to admit the wrong person, and it's not scary to make a bet, but why is the bet about eating shit?
Another voice sounded immediately after, completely ignoring Guan Shanle's feelings.
"I think it's the tall, thin guy, the one with the swollen face.
The bones are good and mean, which is in line with the temperament of the God of Bitterness.
If I lose, I’ll eat two pounds of shit.”
Maybe it's because the time apart is too long, and we don't have a very open mind about life and death. Who dies and who lives is not as important as betting, or not as important as eating shit.
Everyone was very enthusiastic about betting.
Yang San touched his face and found that it was indeed swollen. He was also the tallest. Are he talking about himself?
How come I don't have a mean temperament? I'm obviously vulgar, what a look in my eyes.
"Stop talking nonsense, when did this happen?
Why do you still have such leisure time?
If you are blind, your heart is also blind?
If you ask me, it must be the tall, fat guy, the one who weighs over 300 to 400 pounds.
With a big head and a thick neck, he is either a rich man or a poor man.
No matter how the god of suffering awakens, he cannot escape the fate of cooking.
The cook doesn't steal or harvest the grain, otherwise he wouldn't be so fat.
I bet ten pounds of shit, and there’s absolutely no way I’ll lose.”
Shi Huozhu scratched his fat head, did he look like a cook?
Have you chosen the wrong career?
If you were a cook, would you have gotten up early?
"Come on, don't just look at the appearance.
I think he is the one with a fairy-like spirit and a face full of vicissitudes of life.
Can't you feel that his bloodline is special?
It's definitely him, it's him.
If I guess wrong, fifty pounds of shit will never be short of a pound."
Wang Goosheng involuntarily puffed up his chest, as if he was chosen and worthy of pride.
"No, are you all standing stupid?
Who stipulates that the awakened God of Pain must be a man?
Can't it be that little chubby guy?
Yes, that's the little chubby guy who looks like a woman.
We need to break old ideas and consider issues with an open and tolerant mind.
Maybe this time, the god of suffering will choose something different?
I bet a hundred pounds of shit that it’s definitely that little chubby guy.”
Duan Xiao's red face suddenly turned dark. What do you mean by being chubby like a woman?
She is obviously a woman, okay? Isn't it obvious?
"It's all nonsense.
If you want to open your mind.
Why not the cat?
Or what about the bear?
All living beings are equal, and the God of Pain may want to have a different experience this time.
I bet those two beasts five hundred pounds of feces, and I’m willing to admit defeat.”
The whistling cat and the teddy bear looked at each other and both thought the other was a beast.
Next, there was chaos, until the stakes soared to a ton of shit, and no one chose Cai Gen.
Doesn't everyone think Cai Gen is too ordinary, and even if he chooses a beast, he would not choose Cai Gen?
This made Cai Gen very embarrassed. He squatted down next to Guan Shanle with a resentful look on his face and started drawing circles on the ground, not knowing who he was cursing.
This chapter has been completed!