Hearing Hu Jinyue's reminder, the old patriarch was stunned for a moment, then he rested his forehead on the yellow sand, stretched his hands forward, palms upward, and spread his fingers.
He was originally holding the snake's head, but now he stretched out his fingers and the two snakes were free again.
The green snake and the red snake climbed down from the old patriarch's arms, swam in front of Yuchen, lowered their snake heads, and seemed to be saluting Yuchen.
Seeing this, the old patriarch shouted more and more excitedly, "God Yuchen, you are indeed the true god sent by God to save our tribe. All the guardian spirit beasts of our tribe are worshiping you. Please allow me to kowtow to you. Please accept me."
The most loyal belief.”
He seemed to have forgotten what Hu Jinyue said. Hu Jinyue looked speechless and reminded the old patriarch again, "Old patriarch, all your people are dead..."
"Please God Yuchen to avenge my clan members who died in vain!" Before Hu Jinyue could finish her words, the old clan leader suddenly yelled.
Hu Jinyue was startled and immediately hid behind me. When he saw that the old patriarch did not take action, he sighed, "I was shocked. I thought he was going to take action unexpectedly."
I turned my head and glanced at Hu Jinyue.
When the enemy takes action, he hides behind me. I am really lucky to have him.
The old patriarch continued to shout, his voice was loud and full of resentment, almost crying every word, "My people must have been killed by demons! Lord Yuchen, our clan is often attacked by demons. They are ugly, bloodthirsty and cruel."
, they used my people as food and begged God Yuchen to avenge my people!"
When I heard these words, I was speechless.
The demons are themselves, but no one in the tribe knows it. They are burdened with a curse, don't they know it?
"Has your clan offended anyone?" Yuchen asked.
The old patriarch was stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding why Yuchen would ask such a question, but he still replied, "Back to Yuchen's mythology, there is only one tribe of ours in this desert, and it is difficult for even strangers to see us.
If you want to offend someone, we don't have the opportunity to do so."
"You are burdened with a curse, did you know?" Yuchen said straight to the point.
The old patriarch looked confused, "Curse?"
Yuchen nodded and asked again, "This place is located at the junction between the demon world and the Yang world. Treasure hunters or ghost traders should often pass by. Have you encountered any strange people in the past hundred years?"
While Yuchen was talking to the old clan leader, other members of the tribe also came over.
There were probably more than a hundred men and women. They heard the shouts of the old clan leader and knew that all the clansmen who stayed in the castle were killed. People's faces showed sad expressions, and the women couldn't help but began to cry softly.
They knelt behind the old patriarch. Yuchen didn't say a word. They didn't even dare to take a look at their relatives who were killed.
Hearing Yuchen's question, the old patriarch thought for a while, then his eyes lit up, as if he thought of something, and he hurriedly said, "Sir Yuchen, although our clan is human, we are born with spiritual power, the power of shaman spirits.
We can predict good and bad luck, pray for rain, and even give people life and bring them back to life. However, as our clan has developed to this point, the power of the witch spirits has declined, so we can only divine where the water and food are. Although we have become incompetent.
Although we are dead, our spiritual power has not declined. These spiritual powers are in our bodies, making our bodies stronger and able to adapt to the harsh environment here, and also make our life span different from that of ordinary humans."
"The average life span of my clan is two hundred years. I live longer. I am already two hundred and twenty-one years old this year. So, Lord Yuchen, I can tell you everything that happened in the past two hundred years."
Speaking of age, the old patriarch showed an inexplicable pride on his face, and he spoke with more confidence. He continued, "From my birth to now, I have encountered a dozen treasure hunters and ghost traders. It's okay for our clan to be weak."
Skills, coupled with the fact that there is no news about ancient relics and treasures, most treasure hunters and ghost dealers don’t like to talk to us, except for one treasure hunter. He is very interested in our culture and he has brought many
Food, in exchange for my clan’s collection of books.”
From then on, the Wuling tribe began to sell off their belongings. The first thing they sold was the collection of books. Later, furniture, decorations in the castle, etc., everything that could be sold was sold to this treasure hunter. That is,
The murals on the walls of the castle could not be removed, so they escaped and were preserved.
"Although our clan is ancient, it has nothing to do with miracles. The treasure hunter is looking for miraculous treasures. I already find it strange that he is interested in my clan. But there is something even stranger."
"What's weirder?" Hu Jinyue's eyes flashed with gossip as she hurriedly asked.
He has become addicted to it.
The old clan leader was also very cooperative, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "What's even weirder is that he is actually interested in all my clan members. After exchanging my clan's things, he exchanged food for a large amount of my clan's blood.
, he also married two of the most beautiful women in our clan and took away three children. After that, this strange treasure hunter never came again."
Isn’t the clue coming now?
The antidote is the transformed tail of the Wuling tribe, but what about the poison? Could it be their blood?
If so, then that strange treasure hunter is the one who has been plotting against us!
After saying this, the old patriarch seemed to have realized something, his eyes widened, and he asked Yuchen in panic, "Sir Yuchen, the curse on us couldn't have been placed on us by this treasure hunter, right? But we have nothing to do with him.
No injustice, why did he curse our clan? Also, what kind of curse is this? Treasure hunters have disappeared for more than two hundred years, why has the curse placed on our clan never happened once?"
Why haven't I ever had an attack? It's just that all the people who have had attacks have died.
I resisted the urge to tell them the truth and only reminded him, "Old patriarch, why do you never act at night?"
"Because there are demons coming and going at night," the clan leader answered me seriously. "The demons like to eat us. They will smell our scent and appear. In order to avoid the demons, at night, we have to find a place without moonlight to hide."
.As long as we are not illuminated by the moonlight, the demons will not be able to find us."
The trigger for the curse turned out to be moonlight.
The Wuling tribe's blessing practice must be carried out under the moonlight. The ancient Wuling tribe believed that the moonlight was the source of their power. This curse directly prevented them from seeing the moonlight, which actually cut off the survival of this tribe and made them unable to continue.
With all their survival skills gone, can their abilities not deteriorate?
With such a vicious curse targeting them, the person who cast the curse must have wanted to completely wipe out this tribe.
Yuchen asked them all to get up and follow us. We will take them out of here.
The crowd cheered for a while, which even diluted the sadness of their loved ones being killed. In their view, Yuchen was their god, and following Yuchen meant they had hope and a way to live.
There was nothing left in the castle, but everyone still wanted to go back and tidy up. They went back to the castle to pack their things, and Yuchen took me into the castle again.
After a night, the thick smell of blood still lingered in the air. When everyone saw the broken limbs of their relatives, the women couldn't help but retched, and the men also had red eyes.
Yuchen swept through the group of people, then took my hand and floated to the mural.
