The dark lights reflected the old face of the high priest.
The pair of vertical pupils stared at Wang Han.
Wang Han was shocked and his chrysanthemums were trembling.
He calmed down and stared at the high priest. After observing for a while, Wang Han was a little confused.
The old man's vertical pupils seem to be different from the vertical pupils that Wang Han saw before.
But for a moment, I couldn't tell what the difference was.
The high priest waved to Wang Han, "Come here."
Wang Han thought about it and walked towards the high priest.
Stopped two meters away from the High Priest.
The high priest waved the dove staff in his hand and placed a cushion in front of Wang Han.
"sit!"
Wang Han sat down openly.
"What's the name?" asked the high priest.
Wang Han said without hesitation.
"Xiang Feng!"
The high priest smiled, "To be honest, there is no need to lie to me."
After looking at each other for a long time, Wang Han was silent for a moment.
"Okay, my name is...Liu Yuhu."
The high priest shook his head and smiled, "Forget it! Since he doesn't want to disclose his name, I won't ask."
As he spoke, the high priest slowly leaned forward, put the dove stick in his hand on Wang Han's shoulder, and once again hooked Wang Han in front of him.
The distance between the two is less than one meter.
The cold vertical pupils stared at Wang Han.
suddenly.
The high priest rushed towards Wang Han with a palm!
In desperation, Wang Han directly turned his eyes into vertical pupils and slammed his palms.
Take advantage of the opportunity to retreat.
The high priest's vertical pupils stared at Wang Han's vertical pupils.
The laughter came from the high priest again.
The high priest stood up slowly with a dove stick.
Standing tremblingly, she opened her body to the side, and let out where he was sitting just now.
"You sit here."
Wang Han didn't understand why, and stared at the high priest vigilantly, not knowing what this old Deng was doing.
The high priest smiled, as if he was telling a story, "We, before the death of all generations of high priests, will tell an ancient story to the next generation of high priests. That story is both a legend and a prophecy.
Our ancestors once encountered an indescribable catastrophe. Just as the tribe was exterminated, a man appeared, turning the tide and saving our tribe members.
Before the benefactor left, he told the kings of our tribe that generation.
If one day a young foreigner with vertical pupils comes here, it will prove that the world will face an unprecedented catastrophe, and that young man will be the one who turns the tide in this catastrophe. Our clan must
We must cooperate with him and listen to his orders.
Before he left, he left a prophecy.
Shura arrives, the darkness fills the sky, and the hellfire lotus reappears on earth.
The sound of Abi is like a Buddhist, the Bodhisattva is hanging upside down, and the Lord of the Savior is forever in the world."
The high priest's tone was calm and vicissitudes, and Wang Han was stunned when he heard the last two sentences.
Aren’t these two sentences the prophecies I heard before when I was in Tibet?
As he spoke, the high priest sorted out his clothes and bent down to salute Wang Han.
"Yang Chunlai, the 157th generation high priest of Tianpengque, met the tribe envoy of the Renjian.
My tribe... let the tribe envoys dispatch it!"
The high priest held the dove stick in both hands and bent down at Wang Han. His already hunched back seemed even lower.
Wang Han looked at the high priest.
I read the words of the clan commander just now in my mind again.
The person Yang Chunlai mentioned just now, Wang Han quickly thought of someone.
National Master Qiu Chi!
But when I thought about it, the timeline seemed to be inconsistent.
One was BC one was after AD.
How do these two people overlap?
Wang Han soon thought of another possibility.
Many people have seen Wang Han and have asked Wang Han more than once why he is still alive.
Wang Han had a bold guess in his mind.
Oh shit!
My head is very itchy!
It feels like it's going to grow your brain!
The eyes were fixed on the high priest again.
"How do you know that I am that person? There is more than me in the only one with the stern pupil." Wang Han asked.
The high priest still bent down and smiled, "We can sense that the previous generation of high priests told me before they died that we would feel awe when we see the real tribe envoy."
Wang Han looked at the high priest, "I don't think you looked in awe when you started the attack just now."
The high priest continued to smile, "We only respect the clan-controller of the vertical pupil! I think you should know that our clan has had a fanatical awe of those who have grown different pupils since ancient times! Cancong, the first king of our clan, was born with strange pupils!
”
Wang Han stared at the high priest's vertical pupils. The high priest tried hard to make him stand up a little, as if he had seen through Wang Han's thoughts.
"Our vertical pupils are born, not acquired. In our case, any unborn child will receive the blessings of his ancestors. If the child born is a vertical pupil, it will be the next generation.
priest."
Wang Han finally understood what the difference was, and his thoughts gradually returned to the topic he had just talked about, "How much do you know about the catastrophe?"
The high priest shook his head, "I don't know anything, we only know that when the tribe envoy appeared here, the disaster had surfaced, and the person who released the disaster had come to the earth and hiding in the dark."
The same words again.
Yang Chunlai sat down tremblingly with a dove stick, panting, looking like he was approaching.
He smiled at Wang Han, "I am old, don't laugh at the town clan envoy. I have trouble with my legs and feet. Please help me call Yang Huhuan, the village chief of Yangjia Village, please."
Wang Han smiled at Yang Chunlai.
Turn around and walk out of the hall.
Walk to the entrance of the hall.
Wang Han suddenly turned around.
The high priest was staring at this side.
Two pairs of vertical pupils looked at each other in the dark hall.
They all smiled at each other.
Wang Han returned to his original state and left the hall.
Everyone outside looked at Wang Han.
Different expressions.
It was found that Wang Han was intact.
Ma Baojia and Ma Weiguo jumped up and down, "What's going on? Why didn't the high priest kill him?"
After seeing that Wang Han was fine, Ma Sitong immediately ran over and wanted to hold Wang Han's arm.
Wang Han smiled and said, "It's okay, the high priest has cured my eyes."
"Ah?" Ma Sitong was stunned for a moment and was overjoyed, "That's great!"
Wang Han glanced down, "Who is Yang Huhuan?"
A middle-aged man wearing large earrings below frowned and looked at Wang Han, "It's me, what's wrong?"
"The high priest asked you to come in!"
The others were whispering, not knowing what was going on.
Wang Han walked downwards, and Zhen Yourong jumped over, trying to help Wang Han, but Wang Han avoided it.
Zhen Yourong was stunned for a moment, and was about to come over to support him. Wang Han reached out and pressed Zhen Yourong's head, "My eyes are ready! No need to support him! Thank you!"
"Ah? Why is it going to be done?" Zhen Yourong muttered and was a little disappointed.
But soon, Zhen Yourong immediately raised his head and looked at Wang Han with a gaze, and straightened his chest, "Brother Xiang Feng, can you see me now?"
Zhen Yourong looked up at Wang Han and tried hard to make his chest thrust up.
Which man doesn’t like luxury cars with headlights?
Wang Han turned his gaze away, "I saw it, it was the same as I guess."
"Wow! Really?"
"Um."
Zhen Yourong followed Wang Han’s butt one question after another like a follower.
A few minutes later, Yang Huhuan walked out of it.
Another village chief was asked to go in.
After that, more than a dozen village chiefs went in one after another.
Everyone's expressions after coming out are different.
Ma Fuyin was the last one to enter.
It took a long time.
Ma Fuyin walked out of it, frowned and looked heavy.
Looking around everyone below, he spoke in a hoarse voice.