478: Killing Brother and Killing Father, Repaying Blood Debt and Blood (Part 2)
Although he unexpectedly saw this unpleasant brother on this night, looking at the situation, he should have saved him. Gong Xiqiu tried to open his mouth, but such a simple action made him so anxious that he wanted to sweat, and his lips
The flap still can't move an inch.
I don't know how long it took.
It seems very long, yet it seems very short.
The elder brother, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, exhaled a breath and released his prayer gestures. His brows and eyes were full of visible fatigue, as if his energy had been drained by something. The moment he stood up, the garb of the priest who was draped around him melted away.
go.
Revealing a Confucian shirt stained with blood and scratches.
Raise your hand to test Gongxi Qiu's intercarotid 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 in his arms and buried it in his arms, choking:
【Ah Nian...】
Gong Xiqiu could smell the blood and sweat in the opponent's arms, as well as the salty liquid dripping from his cheeks and slipping into the corner of his mouth.
His mind is a little confused.
It turns out that my brother loves me so much. Then why did I think that my eyes were not eyes and my nose was not a nose before?
Followed by the body hanging 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 managed 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 he passed by a square where bonfires were held on important days for the tribe.
The venue of the conference, where weddings and funerals are basically arranged. At this time, it was completely soaked in blood, and corpses were piled up in a mess.
There are several pottery urns set up on the site.
A red charcoal fire burned under the pottery jar.
The soup is boiling in the pottery urn.
Crying, screaming, moaning, begging.
It was supposed to be a place full of laughter and laughter, but at this moment it was so bloody that it was like the coming of hell. When Gong Xiqiu looked at this scene, his eyes were in severe pain, and his head was in pain as if it was going to explode. Unfortunately, he couldn't scream.
, unable to shout even a single syllable.
All the pain turned into a mad beast, rampaging in his mind, biting and roaring, 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!"
“Ahhhhh——”
The reality had only passed in a blink of an eye, but Gong Xiqiu felt that he had endured it for more than ten years. The seeds of hatred that sprouted from the night of the genocide did not disappear because he lost his memory, but were chewing helplessly in a corner that he did not know.
The hatred he had resolved absorbed the hatred and grew 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 turned from substance into a viscous flame, and every drop of blood
The beads penetrate from under the skin.
he……
I felt threatened by death.
no!
This guy 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 came a little closer and suddenly let out a shrill scream. He turned his head and looked over, only to see that his confidants who had followed him in the north and south for many years were instantly turned into human skin and bones.
.
That human skin was so old that it had lost its luster.
this--
Tang Guo suddenly thought of something and retreated suddenly, ordering others to stay away and keep their distance. Gongxi Qiu was using the secret method of the Gongxi tribe to fight him desperately! This method was used by other warriors of the Gongxi tribe back then.
Have seen it.
This secret method is tricky and tricky.
It is said that it is easy to deal with.
Because once it is actually activated, it loses the ability to move flexibly. When the target's lifespan is exhausted, Tang Guo does not need to do anything, and the person will die. As expected, with Gong Xiqiu as the center, the life of the vegetation and creatures was drained at an incredible speed.
"Back off again!"
Tang Guo ordered again.
At this time, 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 burning martial energy in his body was instantly solidified, and he shivered with a bone-chilling chill. Not to mention that his scarlet eyes returned to clarity, and he also suffered a little.
Backlash.
"Who did it?"
I cover my chest and want to greet my ancestors.
"Gong Xi Feng'en, are you just squandering your life like this?" In mid-air, a figure that no one expected appeared. King She's most trusted confidant! At this time, the priest Kuan, who was wearing a weirdly gorgeous decoration, appeared.
robe and holding a wooden staff.
Half of the wooden stick is entangled with vines shaped like a python.
only--
This man's face was as green as a vine.
And Tang Guo's face was as black as the mud in the stinking ditch. He recognized this outfit. He had seen it on a stooped and gray-haired Gongxi tribesman back then. It was this old immortal thing that caused him a huge impact.
of damage.
Gong Xiqiu clutched his chest and was so angry that he almost fainted.
His memory had been completely restored, and he didn't know whether to be grateful for his brother's life-saving grace or to be angry that he interrupted him and called himself "Feng En", a disgusting and shameful title. Gong Xiqiu took a deep breath, pointed at Tang Guo and spoke.
"Brother, if you want your surname to be 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 Tang 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 in the clan. The high priest is the favorite spokesperson of the gods.
The 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, without leaving any trace.
Live!
Unexpectedly, the elder 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 stick, and he looked at Gong Xiqiu as if he was preparing to settle accounts after the fall.
"gem."
Gong Xiqiu was puzzled: "What?"
He said angrily: "My name is Can, Jimo Can!"
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 long memorized the genealogy by heart, and it has been passed down by his clan for many years, and there are few people with the same name. There seems to be only one named "Can" in his memory, the partner next to his old mother's name, the previous high priest - it seems
It’s Jimo Can.
Gongxi Qiu is like being struck by lightning.
The brother he thought was actually my ex-husband?
Jimo Can's face turned black: "I am your father!"
Gong Xiqiu: "..."
He couldn't figure out the relationship for a while.
I still want to ask again, but the ground under my feet was shaking. Tang Guo used brute force to clear the way and break through the trapped formation. He was wrapped tightly from head to toe in full armor. He held a long ax and made deep footprints step by step. The gravel and stones on the ground were broken by
Unable to resist oppression, it will be broken into powder.
Jimo Can glanced over coldly.
Gong Xiqiu: "Let's not talk about this for now, the enemy is more important."
Jimo Can snorted coldly: "Step back."
Gong Xiqiu suddenly opened his eyes: "How can this be done?"
"I gave you a chance, but you failed!"
Gong Xiqiu: "...I'm useless?"
Jimo Can frowned impatiently: "You are in the way."
Gong Xiqiu: "..."
But he saw the wooden stick in Jimo Can's hand turning in a circle in his hand, raising his hand and pointing 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. I know what blood debt blood is."
To pay? Go to Quantai——"
"Everyone in the clan, 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 full of resentment. He was slightly panicked and glanced away, seeing the forehead of the leading young man.
mole.
"uncle!"
he blurted out.
But his uncle ignored him.
At this time, Jimo Can's voice came from above his head again.
Low, spiteful, like the whispers of ghosts and gods.
"Leave no one alive!"
An elder of the clan who was very familiar to Gong Xiqiu was acting like a puppet who had lost his mind and only knew how to kill. He followed Jimo Can's order and bared his scarlet fangs at Tang Guo. This scene was a strange moment for Gong Xichou.
Extremely unfamiliar.
Even a little cold.
"You--you actually blasphemed the dead?"
This kind of strange method is not uncommon in the mainland, but it is mostly the souls of soldiers who died fighting at the border and voluntarily stationed at the border. When the national border barrier is in trouble, they will do their best to protect the security of the country. But these tribesmen are not like this.
Such a situation!
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 clan's soul back to the embrace of the gods. Whenever this ceremony is held, the clan members smile. In their view, this is not death but
It's a new beginning.
And these tribesmen who died on the night of genocide...
He didn't undergo the requiem... Gong Xiqiu didn't understand either.
Jimo Can laughed at himself: "I can't order them. Their dying obsession is always by your side."
