No one in the audience spoke, and everyone looked at Xia Xin in front of them with a shocked and stunned expression.

Xia Xin's body was completely stained red with blood.

I don't know if it's his own blood or the blood of the genetically mutated black tiger.

Whether it is clothes and pants, hands and feet, face, or bare skin, all of them have been covered with blood, and he is alive and bloody, only the silver dagger on his right hand, dripping with bright red blood, reflects the twilight sun, which is particularly dazzling.

The audience was silent, the silent needle drop could be heard, and most of the people were afraid to look ahead.

Everyone looked at Xia Xin, and then looked at the half-human-sized black tiger head, the weird green eyes seemed to be still glowing with a deep green light, and blood was still gurgling out from the broken neck.

Coupled with the figure of Xia Xin, who was lying on his back and covered in blood, this picture suddenly looked extremely weird and magical.

It even gives people a sense of hell on earth.

Xia Xin just leaned on his body, gasping for breath, greedily breathing the fresh air outside, and sighed in his heart, it turned out that breathing was such a precious and wonderful thing.

He felt a little dizzy in his head, his body staggered for a while, and he almost fell to the ground, but fortunately he held on hard.

"Why don't you speak?"

Just talking, in fact, it has already made Xia Xin gasp weakly, "Isn't it the first ceremony, I brought out the flowers, after that, let's continue to the second one!" It's getting dark! ”

Xia Xin didn't understand what was wrong with these people, they didn't speak one by one, just staring, was this to let him look at their eyes?

He felt that his body was about to be unable to hold on, the bones of his whole body were crackling in his ears, as if they were going to be scattered to the ground at any time, the stimulant was also gone, and the side effects were estimated to be fast, he had to hurry up.

But one by one...... What does it mean to stare dryly and not speak?

In fact, it's not that you don't speak, it's that you have too much to say and don't know where to start.

What's going on inside?

Was this genetically mutated black tiger killed by a bomb?

Is there anything wrong with Xia Xin?

Is that the blood on that body just soaked out of the pool of blood?

……

There are so many questions that everyone doesn't know what to say.

After a long time, Xia Wanwan took the lead in running to Xia Xin's side and asked nervously, "Are you okay, do you want to see a doctor first,...... No, the doctor here, it's better not to see. ”

Xia Wanwan's head is still quite sober, and she clearly knows that even if the doctors of the Xia family don't poison Xia Xin, it's okay to make Xia Xin more painful and make him more painful, they are all Xia Wanqing's people.

Xia Wanwan found that Xia Xin was holding her left hand, unable to even lift it, and her right hand was also holding the dagger weakly, and the dagger almost fell off.

Moreover, Xia Xin's clothes are gone, his pants are torn into pieces, and his body is full of torn wounds.

This made Xia Wanwan more and more worried, she didn't dare to think about what kind of bloody battle Xia Xin experienced inside.

As Fat Yi said, Xia Xin is not the kind of person who will be defeated by difficulties and dangers, he is the kind of person who will climb up even if he is thrown into the eighteenth layer of hell.

He did climb out with superhuman perseverance.

Xia Wanwan stretched out her hand and wanted to help Xia Xin.

Xia Xin leaned sideways to the side and said with difficulty, "It's okay, I'll hold on, I'm covered in blood, don't make your skirt bloody." ”

Xia Wanwan replied lightly, "If the body is dirty, you can wash it, but if the heart is dirty, you can't wash it off." ”

Xia Wanwan was grateful for Xia Xin's gentleness at this time, and her heart was warm and sad, she leaned towards Xia Xin a little stubbornly, and tried hard to support Xia Xin, in fact, she herself was about to fall, and she was just a little better than Xia Xin.

Then there was Xia Derong, who nodded with a smile and said, "There is no next ceremony, you kill it...... There is no need for the next one. ”

Xia Derong gestured with his eyes to the mutant black tiger on the ground.

Then he looked at the elders behind him.

Xia Qingqiu, Xia Zhiyu, and Xia Muling nodded one after another, agreeing with this opinion.

Xia Chuyan had an expressionless cold face and didn't speak.

Xia Wushuang does not express his feelings.

Xia Wanqing said with a dissatisfied face, "Why don't you continue, since the ceremony of beheading is confirmed, it should be done, isn't this the rule that has always been done." ”

"That's a mistake," Xia Derong said with a faint smile, "He has already completed the first ceremony, and the second ceremony is nothing more than walking through the pool of 20 crocodiles and killing 20 crocodiles." ”

"Then we should continue, isn't it all set?"

In fact, everyone could see that Xia Xin's physical strength was already overdrawn, and as long as he continued, it would be impossible for him to survive the next ceremony.

Xia Zhiyu, an elderly elder in his 50s, who refuted this time, said, "So, Elder Wanqing, may I ask, do you think that 20 crocodiles are strong, or is this genetically mutated black tiger strong?" ”

“……”

Xia Wanqing didn't answer, this is obvious nonsense.

This black tiger can eat 20 crocodiles for dinner and eat them one by one.

Ordinary wooden thorns, long swords, can't even pierce the fur of the black tiger, how can a crocodile fight the black tiger.

"Yes, it is estimated that there will be 20 more of them, and they will have to be gnawed by this mutant tiger, and now the head of the mutant tiger is here, do you think it is necessary to continue?"

This sounds true at first glance, but when you think about it, you will find that it is not.

It doesn't mean that A is greater than B and B is greater than C, which means that A is greater than C, and this is not a math problem.

That's not how nature calculates.

Another point is that the ceremony is a ceremony, and strength is strength, Xia Xin can slaughter the black tiger, which shows that he has strength, maybe luck, anyway, but this does not mean that he can continue the second ceremony, and now Xia Xin definitely does not have the physical strength.

If he insists on carrying out the ritual, Xia Xin can slaughter the black tiger, but he will also be swallowed by the crocodile.

But at the same time, Xia Wanqing also saw that Xia Derong and Xia Zhiyu seemed to be helping Xia Xin.

This is not only a matter of force, but also will, perseverance, physique, and Xia Xin's performance in all aspects, which did not disappoint several people.

She could see that several people had the intention of supporting Xia Xin.

Even if you don't support it, at least you don't resent it.

Even that Xia Muling, Xia Qingqiu, it seems, also has the meaning of helping Xia Xin speak, and will not let Xia Xin lose his life in vain in the second ceremony and make a wedding dress for Xia Wushuang.

This is already the trend of the times.

So Xia Wushuang didn't say a word and didn't express any opinion.

Because in the end, it will also be the vote of the Council of Elders, and even the result of the vote of all the people here, just with Xia Xin's appearance, this slaughtered the courage of the black tiger, there is no doubt that Xia Xin has shocked the hearts of most people.

People can't help but admire.

Anyone can see that Xia Xin is physically exhausted, and it is obvious that out of basic humanitarianism, the vote will also tend to him.

Xia Wushuang is a smart person and will not do such useless work.

Xia Wanqing naturally saw the situation at this time, snorted coldly, and said no more.

Xia Derong smiled and looked at the leading people, "I thought that Xia Xin had overfulfilled the first ceremony of beheading that no one had completed, and there was no need to carry it out later, do you have any objections?" ”

Several people either nodded, or did not say a word, or their expressions were as cold as snow.

However, there are no objections, because it is futile to have opinions.

Xia Derong finally set his sights on Xia Wushuang.

Xia Wushuang said expressionlessly, "I have no opinion. ”

This also set the bell for this matter.

Xia Derong slowly raised a hand and announced loudly, "Then, the Council of Elders unanimously agrees to announce that Xia Xin has successfully passed the beheading ceremony and officially returned to the Xia family. ”

"Here, congratulations to the third direct descendant of the Xia family on his return, and congratulations to Xia Xin for becoming the third young master of the Xia family."

Xia Derong took the lead in applauding as he spoke, and then there was scattered applause behind him.

"Tomorrow, the Xia family will hold a banquet to invite Guigu Mountain to celebrate the return of the third young master ......"

Then there was another round of applause.

Behind, Xia Xin couldn't hear clearly.

When he heard that there was no need to continue the ritual, he felt that his head was groggy, his body was getting heavier and heavier, his head was getting heavier and heavier, his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and finally he was completely pressed over, and he vaguely felt that it was pressed on some soft sponge, and he felt that it was pressed on Xia Wanwan's soft and delicate body......