Between life and death, there is great terror.

He has always lived in the tribe for decades, and it was he who personally led the tribe all the way out of countless dangers, and each time he didn't know how many people he saved

He also watched the three patriarchs die in the fight against the fierce beasts, and even sent them to the place where the ancestors were sleeping, and slept with the many ancestors of the tribe.

His influence permeates every aspect of the tribe, and as for the fourth patriarch he is now experiencing...

Hehehe...... To tell the truth, although that warrior was a "three-stripe" warrior, he didn't even dare to take a breath in front of him, and he never took that person to heart.

At some point, he didn't even bother to think about the name of the patriarch.

What's the use of memorizing his name? When the time comes, I will have to personally send him to the land of the ancestors to sleep.

Yes, he wants to watch this tribe, and he wants to guard this tribe in the shaman's place all the time!

He has always had great confidence in this.

With him, the tribe is there. And he is the patron saint of the tribe!

He thought he could be in the position of a shaman forever, even all the way into the distant future.

But one morning, he suddenly realized that he was no longer young. His own skin is full of age spots and folds. His muscles had dried up and shrunk to the point where he couldn't even hold a cane.

The spine, which was once straighter than the birch trees planted by oneself outside the tribe, had been bent and stiff earlier, and could no longer straighten up.

He...... I'm old.

In order not to let anyone see his old age spot, he put on a deep black robe. In order not to let people see the wrinkles on his face, he also wore a metal mask. And in order to make himself stand up straight again, he did not hesitate to let go of the giant's shame and replaced the original object made of pure steel and gold with a hollow wooden skull staff.

But all this was useless, he was getting older and faster, perhaps...... At that time, he was already crazy.

He wants to keep his time, he wants to rejuvenate himself, he wants to live forever, and he wants to live forever!

But it's a pity that he can't do all this, or with his strength, even if there are endless mysteries and unknowns in this world, there is no shortage of gods and demons that can make people immortal, but he is not qualified to obtain them!

So he went mad, searching for any possible way to prolong his life in the records of the shamans of the tribe.

Eventually, he found a way to continue his life, and he succeeded, but it could also be ...... He failed.

Since then, he has become a blood-sucking vine attached to the birch tree of the tribe, sucking the blood of warriors who have awakened the blood of ancient ancestors, so as to continue the radiance of his life.

By his own right, in the name of the Spirit of the Ancestors, he could easily call any tribal warrior into his lair to worship him.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, he can also absorb the blood of the ancestors born by the "tattooed" warriors of the tribe in batches, and he will not be discovered by them.

Although he would greatly deplete the growth potential of the tribal warriors, and even greatly reduce their life span, what was the problem with this?

What is the insignificant price to pay for the shamans they love, for the spirits of their ancestors, whom they revere?

He always believes that as long as he is there, then the tribe is there!

And if he dies, then even if the tribe is still developing, it will lose its most important soul. Rather than this, it is better to destroy.

It's a pity that with the passage of time, such a long-term way of raising pigs may be able to satisfy his desires at the beginning.

But as he fell deeper and deeper, and his body became more and more old, he was less and less satisfied with relying on the lives and strength of his clansmen to slowly hang his life, and he could only live like this.

He wants a young body, a blood bag that can supply him with the blood of his ancestors at any time, and he wants real rejuvenation!

However, among the warriors of the tribe, one radish is a pit, and one dies rashly and unexplained, everyone will know that there is a problem here.

He has spent his whole life in this tribe and contributed his own youth, how can he put a stain on himself in this matter?

So for a long time, Bei could only keep such thoughts in his heart a little, and did not dare to put them into action at all.

So after he saw Lin Qing, he couldn't help but feel in his heart, don't say anything, this is the goods!

A brave man who does not belong to the tribe itself, is awakened outside the tribe. It's just perfect for him!

If there had been no mistake in the Turning of the Will Circle Sacrificial Array that he had seen in a document written down by a shaman who knows how many generations ago, perhaps today would be the time for him to be reborn!

This should really be in response to his previous words, "Blessed by the spirit of the ancestors!" ”

……

But why is it like this now?

Light, unimaginable light,

The blazing, scorching, sacred, and pure light poured straight into his body from the young man named Lin, with the sacrificial array he had laid as a fulcrum.

Suddenly, he felt as if his body was on fire.

The decades of accumulation in his body reveal the power of endless gaging and rottenness, and in front of this light, it is like the ice and snow of winter meeting the sun of summer, and he has no ability to resist at all.

Under the surge of this huge light, not only the seven orifices on the face of his skull, but even the two orifices under him were also spraying holy and terrifying white light. The extremely bad burning sensation made him feel that the young man in front of him just wanted to burn it into an empty shell!

He wants to sacrifice to the spirits of the earth, to the spirits of the mountains, to the spirits of the ancestors, and to use their power to annihilate the light that flows into his body as if there is no end to it!

He hates such sunshine!

But for some reason, no matter what kind of spell he shouted, he couldn't summon these "spirits" who wandered on the earth and had no fixed place, but he had been hiding in this dark and damp cave for a few "spirits" specially used to probe the information of the entire tribe.

After being illuminated by the divine light that he continuously sputtered from his body, he let out a terrible wail, and in the blink of an eye, it was like a green smoke, completely disappearing into heaven and earth.

"Huh? Can you still hold on to this 10,000 copies of holy light? Amazing, Shaman! In that case, I'll add another 10,000 copies. Don't be grateful to me, that's what I'm supposed to do! ”

"Nope! Don't! I can't get in anymore!! Lin, I was wrong, please spare me! ”

It's a pity that his words were completely drowned in the white light of destruction gushing out of his mouth.

To outsiders, there was only a "mmmmmmmmmm

"Huh...... Maybe I'm doing something wrong, maybe that's right. At the end of his gaze, he seemed to see the young man named "Lin" smiling at him, and seemed to have walked in front of him.

At this moment, he tried his best to squeeze out a little pleading smile at the young man, as if he wanted to beg him to let this tribe go, it was all his fault, and it had nothing to do with the entire tribe itself.

"It's what I did wrong. But what if I'm gone, what will the tribe do? If you can, please leave it to you. Lin ......"

But then his vision darkened, and he only felt that he had completely dissolved into nothingness, completely annihilated......

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