The turbulent black turbid waves are like an angry dragon, rolling and roaring, making thunderous roars, rocks piercing the sky, and violent waves crashing on the shore, making it extremely dangerous.
An extremely ugly bone bird flew by the river, and was suddenly beaten to pieces by huge waves. It fell into the river and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
This river is very dangerous, the water is so turbid and so violent that no living thing dares to approach it.
However, at this time, in the middle of the river, there was a black shadow floating up and down, drifting with the current like a duckweed. If you look closely, you will see that it is a figure!
He was soaked all over, his skin was damaged, and his cracked flesh and blood had been washed so pale by the river water that no blood could be seen, and fragments of broken bones were still faintly exposed. There was almost no intact place on his body, and he was severely injured.
Incomparable.
Chen Xi had no idea that after Xiao Ding led him to tear through the void and escape, what awaited him would be an extremely fast and ferocious river. Before he could make any reaction, he was swept away by the river water, like a piece of rotten wood.
Drifting uncontrollably.
Not only that, he was hit by rocks countless times along the way. His body was seriously injured and damaged, almost to pieces, and even his internal organs were severely shaken and injured.
Nowadays, his body is riddled with holes and bruises, the meridians in his body are damaged, and the world of chaos has exploded into nothingness. His whole body is like a ball of tattered cotton wool, his vitality is exhausted, and he has no strength to even move his fingers!
Are you going to...die? But I...are not willing to do so!
Chen Xi tried his best to open his eyes, but found that even his eyelids were so heavy that he could no longer open them. His consciousness was sometimes awake and sometimes blurry, like a person on the verge of death, as if he would die completely in the next moment.
boom!
The next moment, his head hit a rock directly. The pain was like heartbreaking, his vision went black, and he completely fainted.
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"Be careful, Xiao Cen. The Jiuyou River is too fast. Don't get too close."
"Uncle Mengwei, don't worry, I can do it."
"Haha, you little girl is more competitive than the young men in the clan."
"Hehe, Uncle Mengwei, I will be the leader of the tribe in the future, so naturally I am not afraid of anything!"
This is a piece of barren land, adjacent to the mighty black river, with piles of strange rocks, no grass growing, and extremely barren. The climate is dark and humid.
There seemed to be a thick layer of haze on the sky, blocking all light, making everything here dark and dark, with no sunlight at all.
In the distance, two figures, one large and one small, were approaching towards the river.
The older one was a burly middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and wide eyes. He was wearing a simple animal skin and his exposed muscles were as hard as rocks. He was holding a large bow with dark and rough animal horns in his hand.
Next to the burly middle-aged man, there is a little girl with smooth black hair and big clear and bright eyes. She is also wearing an animal skin, revealing a pair of slender white arms and legs.
Although she was wearing crude animal skins, she still couldn't hide the beauty and cuteness of this little girl, with a stubborn wildness in her childish features.
The little girl was carrying a wooden bucket that was taller than her, but it was not strenuous and she seemed very relaxed. She walked to the river and squatted on one side to lift water.
"Xiao Cen, let me do it." Meng Wei, a burly middle-aged man, glanced at the fast and ferocious river water, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
"No need, Grandpa Sacrifice said, you have to do your own thing." Xiao Cen shook his head with a firm attitude.
Meng Wei sighed in his heart, Xiao Cen was a child raised by the sacrifice, and he was smart and sensible since he was young. However, he is now unwell and is about to die.
As for Xiao Cen, she didn't know who she heard from, but she didn't know who told her that boiling medicine with water from the Jiuyou River could prolong life and restore vitality. From then on, she came to Jiuyou River every day to drink water and boil medicine for sacrifices.
It's a pity that the little girl never knew that the priest was not feeling well and fell ill, but was severely injured and suffered fatal injuries. It was difficult for him to live for many more days.
"Uncle Mengwei, look! There... there seems to be someone there!" At this moment, Xiao Cen suddenly screamed, waking up Mengwei who was deep in thought.
He focused his eyes and glanced towards the middle of the river, and sure enough he saw a figure floating in it, like a piece of rotten wood.
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When he returned to the team again, there was another figure on Mengwei's back.
This is a very strange team, with about a hundred people, most of them are boys and girls, the oldest are twelve or thirteen years old, and the youngest are only 6 years old.
Although they are young, they all have strong postures and strong bodies. Although they are wearing simple animal skins, they still can't conceal the heroic spirit exuding from their bodies.
And they moved very quickly, like well-trained soldiers. Some made fires to cook, some posted sentry posts, some repaired weapons, some were practicing martial arts... none of them went to play.
At their age, they should be lively and active, but now they are doing things that adults do without any impatience. I really don’t know what they have experienced to make them so sensible and kind.
obedient.
There were only a dozen or so adults in the team, all of them extremely capable, with a cold and alert look in their eyes. They were stationed around, guarding an animal skin tent in the center of the camp.
The animal skin tent was filled with a strong smell of herbs, smoky and extremely pungent. On a piece of soft and worn animal skin in the center, an old man was lying down.
This old man has thick bones, but is extremely thin and skinny. His face and hands are all covered with ravine-like wrinkles. His eyes are cloudy and dim, making him look extremely old.
"How many days can the food last?" the old man said, his voice hoarse and low, accompanied by a burst of rapid breathing, which made people worried that he would die in the next moment.
"Reporting back to the sacrifice, Chief Mengwei and I hunted a lot of bone birds along the way. With our current food, we can probably last for about a month."
A woman said respectfully. She was tall and slender, with thrilling curves. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail, revealing a cold and pretty face. Her voice and expression exuded a capable and neat atmosphere.
"One month? Too little..." The old man sighed deeply, a trace of worry appeared in his cloudy eyes. After a long time, he asked hoarsely again, "How many of us are left?"
"Thirteen children, seventy-six teenagers, and nine clan guards." The woman answered.
"Are three more guards dead?" The worry in the old man's eyes became more intense, making the atmosphere in the tent become depressed and low.
The woman pursed her lips, not knowing how to answer, and her heart was equally heavy.
"You have done well. These children are the hope of our clan. For them, even if you sacrifice a few people, what does it mean?" the old man murmured, with a deep sadness in his voice.
"Master Priest, can we... really get out of this place of exile?" The woman suddenly raised her head and looked at the old man on the bed, with a rare look of confusion in her eyes.
"Moya, do you still remember the prophecy engraved under Jiuyou?" the old man said in a low voice.
"Remember." Moya nodded, not knowing what she remembered. Her eyes became firm again and no longer confused.
"For the hope of our clan, you and Meng Wei must live well and take these children out to see the place where our ancestors once lived." A trace of nostalgia appeared on the old man's wrinkled and thin cheeks.
"I will definitely do it!" Moya pursed her lips and gritted her teeth. Then she was suddenly startled and said, "Master Priest, what about you? Aren't you going out with us?"
"Me?" The old man suddenly smiled, showing a touch of sadness, "I have lived here all my life, and I have protected it all my life, but in the end I could only watch the disaster break the seal and reappear in the world. I... I am ashamed of my ancestors.
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"Then..." Moya frowned, about to say something. At this moment, the tent was opened from the outside, and a tall and burly middle-aged man walked in, it was Meng Wei.
"Master Sacrifice, I picked up this person by the Jiuyou River." Meng Wei said, gently placing the person on his back on the ground, his movements gentle and careful.
Because he was very worried that if he exerted even a little force, he would "break" this person into pieces. After all, this guy's injuries were so severe that his skin and flesh were torn and his bones were exposed. It was simply too horrible to look at.
If he hadn't found out that this man still had a chance of survival, he almost thought he was rescuing a dead body.
"It's just a dead body, why bother to save it?" Moya glanced at the motionless young man on the ground and said with a frown.
"He still has a glimmer of life." Meng Wei explained in a low voice.
"In the Nine Nether River?"
On the bed, a look of surprise appeared on the old man's wrinkled face. He suddenly struggled up, pointed at the young man on the ground, and said in a quick voice, "Quick, tear off a piece of his clothes and give it to me."
Mengwe did as he was told, and then he discovered that the clothes on this young man were very strange. They were completely different from the animal skins he had learned about. They were soft and smooth, and also had a strange defensive power.
"Sure enough, this is a treasure that only the outside world possesses!" The old man looked at the cloth in his hand, and there was an indescribable excitement in his cloudy eyes. "This clothing is made of various spiritual materials and is covered with many layers of fabric.
Fa should be called 'Baoyi'!"
Spiritual material? Treasured clothing?
Mengwei and Moya looked at each other, both of them were confused. They have lived in this dark land for generations, using animal skins as clothing and all kinds of ferocious monsters as food. It is hard to imagine what spiritual materials are and what they are.
Also called Baoyi.
But from the reaction of the sacrifice, they could vaguely feel that the young man who looked like a corpse on the ground seemed to... come from the outside world?
"Quickly, no matter what, we must save this person and ask him how he came to this place of exile in the Nine Netherworld, which is known as 'no way to heaven and no way to earth'!"
The old man suddenly became excited, his voice was low and hoarse, revealing unconcealable excitement and joy.
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