"My dear benefactor, please let me arrange some things first, and then I will go to the Lan tribe with you tomorrow."
Tu'er looked at Fang Ling aside and said.
Now that he had found out the destination, Fang Ling was not in a hurry and nodded lightly.
Suddenly, a dark-skinned man hurried over.
"Chief, the envoy from the Mu tribe is here..." he said.
Upon hearing this, Tu'er's face suddenly became a little ugly, and the old man beside him sighed helplessly.
Tu'er looked at Fang Ling who was standing aside, and said, "My lord, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
"You can chat more with old grandpa here. He knows a lot of strange things about Miao territory."
He immediately rushed to the tribal altar and saw the envoy of the Mu tribe there.
The envoy of the Mu tribe is a young man with a somewhat vicious appearance and only one ear.
"Tur, how are the witches of your tribe prepared?" the ferocious-looking messenger asked arrogantly.
"In nine days, it will be the day to worship the witch god."
"Our priest said that if he still can't find someone, he will send someone directly to choose."
"If we accidentally pick a few more to go, don't blame us."
Tu'er looked troubled and said: "Our tribe suffered from a strange disease this year, and many people died."
"The number of witches appointed by the priest is too many, and our tribe really can't make up so many people."
"Can someone please report the situation of our tribe to the priest so that the priest can reduce the quota?" He begged with a humble look on his face.
When the envoy of the Mu tribe heard this, he was immediately furious: "Humph! Sacrifice to the witch god is a first-class matter, and there is no room for negotiation!"
"Your tribe also has a large population. There are only a hundred witches, so it's impossible that we can't all get together."
"Don't play tricks on me, I advise you to cooperate obediently!"
Tur wanted to say something more, but seeing that the young messenger in front of him was already a little impatient, he had no choice but to give up.
"Then I'll try my best..." he said helplessly.
When the envoy from the Mu tribe saw this, his expression became slightly better: "This is just right."
"Besides...the priest wants to drink your tribe's soul-nourishing tea."
The swarthy man behind Tu'er looked unhappy, but he had no choice but to endure it and stepped forward to hand him a box of soul-nourishing tea.
The envoy of the Mu tribe opened it and smelled it, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, the quality is pretty good, the priest should like it."
In fact, they all knew that the priest did not like the tea they handed over at all.
It's just that these messengers who came here to run errands just want to blackmail themselves.
"Let's go! Witch, hurry up and deliver it. Don't keep the priest waiting. Otherwise, if he gets angry, your tribe won't be able to live in peace!" The envoy of the Mu tribe happily accepted the soul-nourishing tea, and then left furiously.
Already.
Tu'er stood there and closed his eyes in pain.
"Chief, what should we do?" the swarthy man asked.
"This year, we have already decided on 20 families. Our daughter has died of illness. Now..."
Tu'er said helplessly: "I can only pick twenty people from next year's family to take the top spot."
"I'll take care of this! I'll take the blame for the evildoers."
On the other side, in front of old grandpa’s bamboo house.
Fang Ling was listening to his old grandpa telling interesting stories about Miao Xinjiang.
But he also clearly heard the conversation between Tur and the others at the altar just now.
"I wonder what this witch said?" he suddenly asked.
The old grandpa shook his head in pain, as if he didn't want to mention it.
But after a while, he said in a deep voice: "Most of the people in my Miao territory believe in witch gods."
"Every April 16th, a grand sacrifice to the witch god is held."
"And this sacrifice is the witch."
"Not all women can be witches. A witch must be under thirty years old, a virgin, and must master at least one witchcraft."
"Some ancestors felt that human sacrifice was too cruel, so they gradually abolished this custom and replaced it with wild animals such as tigers, leopards, pigs, and wolves."
"This is what our Tu tribe is like."
"But some tribes still retain the ancient custom of using witches to offer sacrifices on this day."
"The Mu tribe that just arrived is one of them."
"However, the witches they use to worship the witch god are not women from their own tribe. They are from our Tu tribe every year..."
"The Mu tribe is much stronger than us, and we have no ability to resist."
"For generations to come, we can only swallow our anger like this, hoping that a witchcraft genius will emerge from the future generations to lead our tribe out of this predicament."
Fang Ling: "The Mu tribe should be very close to your Tu tribe, right?"
The old grandpa nodded: "Yes, it's less than half a day's walk north of our tribe."
"The Mu tribe is very powerful, and their priests are proficient in three spells and are extremely powerful."
"Hunter, I know you have a good heart, but don't act impulsively."
"The problems of our Tu clan will be solved by the people of our Tu clan, so I don't need to trouble you."
"I'm just asking casually." Fang Ling said calmly.
On the other side, Tur gathered the families together for the next year.
He knelt down on the ground with a thud and kowtowed vigorously to these people.
"Patriarch, please get up! We all understand." An old woman wiped her tears with silk and stepped forward to help him up.
"You're going to die sooner or later anyway. A year earlier and a year later doesn't make any difference."
"An extra year of life will mean an extra year of suffering."
Everyone was saddened and shed tears after hearing this, but in the end they all came forward to draw lots...
Fang Ling quietly left the Tu clan and soon caught up with the envoy from the Mu clan.
But he did not show up, but followed him silently until he arrived at the residence of the Mu clan.
The Mu tribe is much larger than the Tu tribe, with a population estimated at over 200,000.
There was also a rather impressive aura among them, and he estimated that this person must be the priest of the Mu tribe that the old grandpa mentioned.
This tribal priest possesses the realm of the late Yuheng realm, but his true strength is definitely more than that.
The spiritual power level of these witch cultivators cannot represent their combat power at all.
What they rely on is their powerful soul, exquisite spells or voodoo.
"Eh? Why is she here too?" He raised his eyebrows, greatly surprised.
While he was investigating the priest of the Mu tribe, he also discovered a familiar aura!
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In the dark room, Dou Qin was tied up with ropes.
She traveled to Miao territory and wanted to learn the ways of witch doctors, but she never expected to be caught shortly after arriving.
He was escorted all the way here and locked up.
At this time, a well-dressed old man walked in with a gray-green staff in his hand.
The old man looked Dou Qin up and down with a lewd smile on his face.
"Looking at the size of your boots, they must be a pair of white, smooth and exquisite jade feet."
"He's a doctor again. The fragrance of the medicine enters his body, so these feet must be...hehe!"
"She is also beautiful, and I like her even more."
"I can't wait to take off your boots and play with them."
"Not to mention eating it, just smelling it can also prolong your life!"
Hearing this, Dou Qin got goosebumps all over his body and struggled desperately.
When the priests of the Mu clan saw this, they became even more excited.
Just as he was about to step forward to enjoy it, bursts of killing cries and screams suddenly came from outside.
"Master Priest, a powerful character broke into the tribe and started killing people."
"Mu Huo and other elders were beheaded by him in just one stroke. Please take action to suppress this guy!"
When the old priest heard this, his expression changed and he immediately left the room.