When Mu Chen woke up, it was already noon. In the early morning, Gu Ling swallowed his last breath and finally left.

The patriarch feather turned into an ancient, and naturally became the top priority of the Scourge Clan. At this moment, Muye is not in the clan, and the appropriate size of the clan is controlled by the old man surnamed Xun who brought back Guling. Among the more than ten clan elders of the tribe, he is also the person with the highest qualifications and cultivation in addition to Muye and Gu Ling.

Since the dawn, after the 9981 bronze bells rang for the funeral, the clan elder surnamed Xun arranged for the clansmen to go to the three cities of heaven, earth and man and the remaining seventy tribes to report the funeral.

The number of people from the seventy-two tribes in southern Xinjiang and the number of important gifts, and the funeral of a top ten tribal patriarch is the most important.

"Xiao Chen, you're finally awake!" Mu Chen opened his eyes, and a familiar voice with incomparable joy came into his ears.

After separating from Mu Chen yesterday, Hong Zhao's heart was hoisted high by a boulder and never fell again. Until yesterday night, what I was waiting for was the bad news that Gu Ling was seriously injured and the rest of the clan elders had fallen, and the news about Mu Chen, according to the only surviving clan elder surnamed Xun, suddenly disappeared halfway, and met some of the black hands of the exterminating clansmen, Mu Chen was only afraid that he had fallen into their hands, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Hongzhao had no sleep all night, feeling that he had harmed Mu Chen, until the dawn when the rooster crowed, and at the same time that the old man of the Guling clan returned, he also brought the news that Mu Chen came back and fainted a hundred steps away from the tribe.

It wasn't until he woke up at this moment that the boulder in Hong Zhao's heart fell.

"Sister Hongzhao, I'...... How long have you been asleep, and what time is it?" Mu Chen's voice was a little hoarse.

"It's too late, Xiao Chen, what do you want to eat, my sister will do it for you. Hong Zhao looked at Mu Chen, who was pale and without any blood, and his haggard appearance made him feel uncomfortable for no reason, and he forced the distress and said softly.

"Sister, I'm going to see the patriarch grandfather. Mu Chen slowly got up from the bed, but found that the meridians of his whole body were swollen uncomfortably at this moment. Without thinking about the reason, he lifted the quilt with difficulty and wanted to get out of bed.

"Slow down, my sister will come with you. Hong Zhao saw the strangeness of Mu Chen's body, and helped Mu Chen out of bed as he spoke.

Above the mourning hall, three coffins were quietly placed there. Gu Ling lay quietly in the red sandalwood coffin in the middle, as if he was asleep. On the left and right sides of it, in the wooden coffins made of two slightly smaller rosewood nanmu, the bodies of the two clan elders brought back by Mu Chen overnight also slept there peacefully.

Under the mourning hall, Gu Yun, who grew up together since childhood, was like a sister, wearing sackcloth and a filial piety hat, and was kneeling next to the red sandalwood coffin where Gu Ling was sleeping, crying into a tearful person.

Mu Chen silently clenched his fists and looked at Gu Yun with a complicated mood.

Gu Yun's parents died when she was a child, and among the relatives in this world, only her grandfather Gu Ling and her grandfather Lin Qijin loved her the most. Could it be that you want to tell her, who just lost her grandfather, that it was your grandfather who caused your grandfather's death?

No, that's too cruel for a ten-year-old girl. Mu Chen gritted his teeth, he would rot in his stomach for the rest of his life, and he couldn't let Gu Yun know anything.

In front of Gu Ling's spirit, Mu Chen knelt down on his knees and kowtowed respectfully for nine times before he got up with the help of Hong Zhao.

Hong Zhao hugged Mu Chen, walked in front of Gu Yun, and his hoarse voice sounded softly: "...... Yun'er"

Gu Yun looked up when he heard the sound, his crying stopped abruptly, he just sniffed a few times, and then hugged Mu Chen suddenly, and suddenly, tears erupted like a torrent, and he seemed to cry more sadly than before: "Brother Mu Chen...... Where have you been...... Grandpa is gone...... Last night he was still muttering your name before he took his last breath......"

"Yun'er, let's mourn......" Mu Chen put his arm around the back of Gu Yun's head, patted her gently on the back, and said softly.

Hong Zhao looked at Gu Yun who was crying bitterly, and sighed silently, this Gu Yun is also familiar with her because of Mu Chen's relationship, and she naturally knows her life experience, and she is very sympathetic to what she is experiencing at the moment. Just looking at her holding in Mu Chen's arms at this time, Mu Chen also hugged her backhand to comfort her, for some reason, she had a very uncomfortable feeling in her heart for no reason. It's as if your favorite toy has been taken away by someone else.

"Yun'er, your brother Muchen has just woken up from his injury, and he came to see you before he ate anything...... I'll take him for a bite to eat, and then I'll be with you, okay?" said the Red Ghost Grimace.

"Brother Mu Chen, are you not injured?" Gu Yun then remembered that Mu Chen was stiff alone, and hurriedly left Mu Chen's embrace, very naturally uncovered his robe, and his little hands roamed over his body, probing his injuries, and asked a little nervously.

It's not in the way, it's just exhaustion, and the qi and blood are deficient, so it's good to raise it for a while. Mu Chen touched Gu Yun's head, but did not stop her movements.

The uncomfortable feeling in Hong Zhao's heart became even heavier, but seeing that Mu Chen had no intention of stopping it, he didn't say anything more.

At this time, representatives of other neighboring tribes had come to mourn in the mourning hall, and the number of people coming and going in the mourning hall gradually increased.

As the granddaughter of the patriarch, Gu Wan did what she did in the ritual system, so as to return the salute to the guests who came to mourn and worship one by one, so naturally she could not talk to Mu Chen in detail. Hong Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and walked towards the outside of the mourning hall after helping Mu Chen say goodbye to Gu Yun.

After not taking a few steps, a greasy young man of fifteen or sixteen years old followed a middle-aged man with his head down, and bumped into Mu Chen when he came in.

The weak Mu Chen's steps were already vain, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was a head taller than him, and Mu Chen did not forget to break free from the hands that Hong Zhao was holding him at the moment when the two collided. At this moment, how could he withstand such a collision, without a stumble, he took several steps back, if it weren't for the wall behind him, he was afraid that he would be directly knocked to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The greasy young man obviously didn't mean it, and hurriedly stepped forward, apologizing and preparing to help Mu Chen up.

It's just that Hong Zhao was one step ahead of the greasy young man, came to Mu Chen's side, glared at the greasy young man fiercely, helped Mu Chen up and asked with concern: "Xiao Chen, are you okay?"

"What a beautiful girl!" exclaimed the greasy boy, staring at Hongzhao's eyes and never leaving.

"Out of the way. Mu Chen patted the dust on his shirt and said softly.

Just as Hong Zhao was helping Mu Chen and preparing to leave, a figure stopped in front of the two, no, to be exact, stopped in front of Hong Zhao. It's the greasy boy before that.

"This big brother, what else is going on?" Mu Chen looked at the person who stopped in front of him at this time, his face sank, and he was obviously a little displeased.

was knocked to the ground for no reason, and there was some lightness in his words to his cousin Hong Zhao, and now he blocked his way again, in other words, on weekdays, Mu Chen had already hit his shoulder and passed.

But this is the mourning hall of the patriarch Gu Ling and the two clan elders, so naturally they can't be presumptuous. It's just that Mu Chen's tone at this time is already a little unkind.

The greasy young man didn't look at Mu Chen, squinted his eyes, and his afterglow continued to wander on Hong Zhao's body, swallowed a few saliva, and said: "Girl, in the Xia Bifang tribe, Lian Yu, I haven't asked Fang Ming yet." ”

Mu Chen's face became even more gloomy, and a anger flashed in his eyes.

At this time, he felt that the swelling in the meridians of his whole body seemed to gather in his right arm, and a flash of spiritual light flashed in his mind, the corners of Mu Chen's mouth rose, raised his right hand, and gently pushed it on the greasy young man's body.

The young man's attention was on Hong Zhao, and he would pay attention to Mu Chen, who was smiling a head higher than himself, and almost fell to the ground with a slight bump.

Suddenly, he found that a small hand appeared on his chest at some point, and then, a strong force came from the small palm, and his body was uncontrollable, flying upside down towards the outside of the mourning hall......