Chapter 1491: Win half of the sky and enter the chess game with your own body!
The servant's return undoubtedly brought back an important piece of information.
Zhang Tailai thought for a while, then simply used the body lifting technique to jump to the side of the leader of the Fire Fist tribe.
He is not worried about what the other party will think.
In the world of faith, the status of priests is inherently transcendent and has unlimited say.
The stronger the priests of a tribe, the weaker the status of the corresponding clan leader.
Like those low-numbered rifts, some tribes will even vote for three to five clan leaders to "serve" the various requests of the priests.
When trouble arises in the tribe, these poor patriarchs are pushed out to take the blame.
At present, the priest Thomas of the Fire Fist Tribe is so powerful that Zhang Tai can guess what a miserable life the leader of the Somo tribe leads without even thinking about it.
Moreover, it was Shado who died now. Otherwise, if any priest from the surrounding tribe died near the Fire Fist tribe, Soma would have to take the blame and bear part of the responsibility for improper supervision.
"Hello, Chief Su of the Fire Fist Tribe, I am Zhang Tai, the high priest of the Zhushikeng Tribe!"
Big palm-like hands descended from the sky and lifted Somo directly from the ground.
"Don't be afraid, I'm just here to ask you something!"
Talking room.
Zhang Tai leaped forward, like an eagle grabbing a chicken, and forcefully carried Somo to the mountain col hundreds of steps away.
When he let go, Somo's arm was already covered in bruises.
This is how the patriarch of the world of faith is treated.
This is the transcendence of the priests of the world of faith!
"You're hurting me!" Su Mo timidly took a step back, raised his hand and rubbed his arm.
It hurt like a burning bee, like being stung by a bee.
However, Zhang Tai was still smiling and didn't think there was anything wrong with his rude behavior.
"I'm sorry, Chief Su. A foreign priest with a low serial number from the Rift died near your Fire Fist Tribe. No matter who he was or what he did before, his death is like a lamp going out. It doesn't matter now."
"According to the requirements of the No. 37 Crack Priest Affairs Office, I must investigate the true cause of Shado's death as soon as possible and report it. Otherwise, once the office investigates, Priest Thomas may not have any trouble, but the Su clan leader, you mana
It’s hard to say!”
Zhang Tai explained in a low voice.
Each radiation crack has a priest affairs office, which is responsible for supervising the priests of each tribe to prevent priests from going crazy and killing mortals, causing bad effects.
But at the same time, the Office of Priestly Affairs also assumes part of the responsibility for safeguarding the rights of priests.
Especially when a priest dies, once it is found out that the death was caused by a mortal, no matter what the reason, the office will capture the person and use him to kill him to demonstrate the transcendent status of the priests.
"Ah, this has nothing to do with our Fire Fist tribe! High Priest Zhang. Zhang Tai, you must explain it clearly to us!"
Sumo shook his head hurriedly, with a look of horror on his face, as if he had already seen the scene of his own execution.
Saw his reaction.
Zhang Tai, who wanted to threaten a few more words, couldn't help but frowned, but then he seemed to have thought of something, and his brows quickly opened again.
That's right, a clan leader who just took office was forced by an old guy like Thomas to go out and look for the oracle.
After such an extreme thing, although he didn't die, he was probably scared out of his wits.
"You don't have to be so afraid."
The gloom on Zhang Tai's face dissipated for a few minutes, and his face trembled, and he squeezed out a smile, "Whatever I ask next, what you answer, remember it, if you lie."
"No, no, I would never dare to lie."
"very good!"
"First question. At what time did you hear the noise outside last night?"
According to the information just collected at the battle scene, Zhang Tai asked carefully one by one.
In fact, after making a preliminary judgment, people's thinking will naturally be led astray unconsciously.
After confirming that Thomas got a bargain, his questions basically revolved around this point.
During this period, in order to prevent Somo from lying and derailing his train of thought, he deliberately set up several verbal traps for testing.
But without exception, Sumo perfectly avoided the situation when he "told the truth".
"Besides what you just said, is there anything else?"
"No more!" Sumo shook his head quickly, indicating that he had said everything he needed to say.
"No, you're lying."
Zhang Tai, who was smiling one second, suddenly turned droopy the next second.
He stretched out his hand, but he didn't see how much force he used. A faint magical light passed by and swept Soma away.
It flew seven or eight meters away and stopped after hitting a thick tree trunk.
puff.
As if his spine was about to break, Somo rolled on the ground in pain and wailed in pain after landing.
Trying to attract the attention of others around you.
However, as soon as the sound rang out, it was suppressed by Zhang Tai's magic to stir the air, and it could only spread within one meter.
"I'll ask you again, you have to think about it!"
With a leap, Zhang Tai landed in front of Su Mo and repeated the question from the beginning again very quickly.
"Say, tell me, when!"
"Yes, after the noise broke out, we went out immediately after the noise broke out!"
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One person asks and another person answers.
Compared with his initial answer, Somo's second statement changed slightly.
Including some key information, there are also discrepancies.
But it is precisely this that deepens the authenticity of the two statements.
"Damn, it seems that Shadu is really lucky!"
Zhang Tai cursed in his heart.
Shado's death completely disrupted all previous plans.
Fortunately, the low-numbered priest still had half of Shadu left, otherwise he wouldn't know how to explain this matter to Shadu's master.
"Go away, what happens next has nothing to do with your Fire Fist tribe."
Zhang Tai still smiled, but his eyes were a little cold: "But you must also know what to say to others later, right?"
"Clear, clear, I accidentally dropped myself and fell like this!"
Sumo nodded repeatedly.
"Okay, you know how to look!" Zhang Tai sneered, looked at Su Mo a few more times, and then left.
Just like he wasn't worried about the consequences of violently interrogating Somo.
Now he is also not worried about the consequences if Sumo tells this matter.
Just a mortal patriarch.
Just kill, kill.
To die is to die.
That is to say, there is no way to catch Thomas now, otherwise he would want to destroy the Fire Fist tribe directly.
This way, you can also save a lot of supplies.
But Zhang Tai didn't notice that just before he left, Su Mo looked up again.
It was a cold look that only appears when looking at someone dead.
A look that shouldn't appear on a mortal patriarch.
"Clan leader!"
After three or five minutes, Thomas descended from the sky like an eagle.
A counselor can win half a piece of heaven and enter the chess game with his own body.
Even though he knew in advance that if he wanted to deceive Zhang Tai, he had to let Su Mo go through this step himself.
But when he saw Somo lying half on the ground with blood spurting out from his mouth, Thomas inevitably became furious even though he was mentally prepared.
"Tolerate!"
Sumo closed his eyes half-closed and struggled to say a word.
If Zhang Tai hadn't deliberately adjusted his posture when he was thrown away just now, otherwise the skin injury alone would have taken two or three months of rest to recover.
However, as long as the thought of being able to temporarily cover up the trouble of Shado's death, all the injuries seemed to be worth it!
Aren’t the people who designed the world betting that he would act in a high-profile manner and would be impossible to keep his head down?
This time, Somo will do the opposite and keep a low profile to the end.
As long as Thomas can survive until he develops, and as long as he can acquire magical talent, all the troubles he is encountering now will disappear in an instant like a passing cloud.
And although the current injury is terrifying, as long as he has the help of psionic water, he can recover in two or three weeks at most.
"Hel me back, don't make any noise!"
Somo spoke again, and Thomas gritted his teeth and could only hold back all his anger.
If your skills are not as good as others, you can't complain about anything.
He can take down Shadu in a sneak attack, but he may not necessarily be able to kill Zhang Tai, who is also at level 3, let alone the Yunxiao tribe behind Zhang Tai, which is a tribe of thousands of people with level 4 priests in charge!
"What, Shado is dead!?"
Ben Lei Tribe.
In the priest's hut, the second-level priest Mu Yun stood up in horror, his face full of disbelief.
That was Shado, a man recognized by the ‘god’ and a close disciple of the fifth-level priest.
How could he die quietly near a small tribe?
"The body is already on the way back. According to Zhang Tai, he probably provoked a passing priest who was also a low-numbered crack. The two had a fight, and Shado was defeated."
The patriarch Qian Jin said in a low voice.
Although Shadu is a priest worshiped by the Benlei tribe, the tribe has never placed any restrictions on him.
This also makes Shado often leave for two or three days for something, and everyone is used to it.
But this time no one expected that Shadu would die outside after leaving for just half a day.
If his fifth-level master knew about this, wouldn't it mean that the entire Benlei tribe would be overthrown?
"What's the reason for this? Idiot Zhang Tai, does he think the priest of the low-numbered crack is a cabbage?"
Mu Yun looked nervous and couldn't stop cursing.
From Fissure No. 30 to Fissure No. 39, the comprehensive resource amount of Fissure No. 37 can only be regarded as medium to low.
This also makes the overall comprehensive combat power of the priests in the crack significantly weaker than that in the surrounding cracks.
In terms of the divine magic mastered by Shado.
If you want to defeat him head-on, you need at least a level three base and master a powerful offensive magic.
But how many such people are there in Crack No. 37?
I can count them on both hands!
As for Shado provoking a passing priest, this is even more ridiculous. Where did the high priest come from wandering around in the wild at night?
"Priest Mu, now is not the time to talk about this. We have to quickly figure out how to explain it to Shado's master, otherwise he might get angry."
Qian Jin whispered a reminder and couldn't help but glance at the patriarch's shack.
Looking at the anger of a fifth-level priest, let alone the Benlei tribe, even looking at the entire No. 37 Crack, very few can bear it.
If there is really no way to explain Shado's death, it might be too late to run away now.
"What should we explain? Shadu's departure last night has nothing to do with us. If we want to explain, Zhang Tai will come and explain himself!"
Mu Yun's tone was very harsh.
But what he did next made Qian Jin stunned.
It only took less than five minutes for the Mu priest to pack up all the valuable items in the shed.
Including a half-human-tall object that was helpful for spiritual practice, he also found a way to cut it into several pieces and put them in his backpack.
"What are you looking at? Why are you still standing there?"
After glaring at Qian Jin who was stunned, Mu Yun wanted to continue talking, but saw Qian Jin pointing behind him.
Um?
A stream of warm air suddenly brushed against his neck, causing Mu Yun's movements to freeze involuntarily.
He turned around with difficulty.
What caught his eye was an old monk wearing a bright red robe, who had quietly stood behind him at some point.
"Mu Yun, what do you want to do?"
The old monk squinted his eyes and smiled, looking extremely "kind".
But the breath exhaled from the tip of his nose turned into real air pillars, falling on the exposed skin of Mu Yun's neck, leaving bloody marks.
"High Priest Shashamin!"
Mu Yun turned pale and exclaimed, his legs and feet couldn't help but weaken.
At the fifth level, the priest's methods are like those of gods and demons, which are immeasurable to mortals.
Even if the opponent stands there and lets him bombard him with divine magic, there will never be any chance of breaking through the defense!
"My closed disciple died so quietly, do you think that the old monk is useless?"
With a smile on his face, Sha Ming stretched out his right hand and gently touched Mu Yun's face.
An incomprehensible scene happened.
Mu Yun's skin, which was still flushed just now, suddenly changed color, as if all the blood in his body was concentrated towards the place where Sha Ming was touching him. In the blink of an eye, his face turned red, while other parts of his face turned as pale as a death.
Hmm.
Hmm.
Mu Yun struggled painfully, but it was just a conscious effort to save himself.
In Qian Jin's eyes, his head swelled bigger and bigger, like a soaked fungus, which looked very scary.
"Since you want to leave so much, why not lend a helping hand to the old monk?"
The smile on Sha Ming's face grew even brighter.
He gently raised his right hand, and with this movement, streams of bright red blood continued to seep out from Mu Yun's facial features.
At first, the blood just gathered and hovered in the air.
But as Sha Ming opened his lips slightly, he rushed in like a tired bird returning to its nest.
Goo.
Goo.
Sha Ming licked it hard, and more and more blood was swallowed into his belly.
But Mu Yun's expression became increasingly depressed, and even his swollen head returned to normal and was still shrinking.
"Sharao, spare me!"
The essence and blood were swallowed up, and Mu Yun finally regained some control over his body.
He raised his left hand with difficulty and kept tapping the ground, trying to attract Sha Ming's attention.
However, how could Sha Ming, who was soaked in essence and blood, pay attention to his plea for mercy?
A stream of blood spurted out, and Mu Yun became smaller and smaller.
Under Qian Jin's gaze, in less than a minute, less than one-fifth of the 1.8-meter-tall Mu Yun was left, which was not as big as the object he sawed open.
"Qian Jin, don't be afraid, the old monk will not punish obedient children randomly!"
Mu Yun's blood was drained to restore his injuries. Sha Ming moaned happily, with a strange blush on his face.
He glanced at Qian Jin with satisfaction, then took a step back and sat on the large Taishi chair.
"The Benlei tribe can't be saved anymore. Just pack your bags and we'll find another place!"