The inheritance of the powerful divinity of the ancient gods engraved in their blood, caused them to be unable to treat anyone who is not of my race equally, and they cannot tolerate the existence of any non-my race active around them, just like Sam Yi, oppressing the weak, conquering and killing the strong, is an instinct that cannot be restrained, in this case, whether it is a hooligan or a mirage, they are all outliers in the tribe.

But just when the position of the chief of the clan was in jeopardy, the people of the tribe found that with the increase of the harvest, their food was indeed abundant, and it was much better to be able to spare plenty of time to rest than to hunt and plant in the fields that had been cleared, and to endure the bite of poisonous insects and risk their lives at any time than to lurk in the mountains and forests and fields for several days in a row, enduring the bite of poisonous insects, and risking their lives at any time. As a result, the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm was that the clansmen, who preferred farming, turned to the gangsters, and the old hunters, led by Sanyi's father, felt that their position and authority had been challenged like never before.

People in too closed regions will always embody similar characteristics, such as the dominance of a certain group and idea, such as the pride of rejecting foreigners and seeing everything outside, such as extreme sensitivity and resolute suppression of minority voices.

Traditional hunters gradually regarded hooligans as a thorn in their side, and Sam Yi dared to kill a thousand mirages, on the one hand, with pre-existing disgust and hatred, and on the other hand, he was actually implicitly instructed by his father.

On the surface, he is not obvious, but in fact, he dotes on the child left by this brother very much, and allows him to grow up savagely and freely, raising him into the naïve and overly yearning ideal character he is today.

Qian Mirage is not what a civilized and barbaric tribe should have, he should have been born in a scholarly family in a ceremonial state, studying and appreciating paintings, and he would be much happier than now.

If the mirage died, the clansmen would not have too many objections to Shen Yi, after all, this is not a fact, but the foreign mongrel who wants to share the fruits of hunting and planting by others is in bad health, not to mention that he suddenly fell ill and died, that is, Shen Yi clearly said that he led people to surround the mirage, and everyone would take it for granted that the thousand mirages were too frightened and died in an accident, and they would not blame Shen Yi excessively.

On the other hand, what a blow it should be for a hooligan.

The hooligan has entered middle age, but he has not married a wife and had children, and only has a child like a mirage, if he dies, whether it is to pick the fork of the hooligan next, or to force the hooligan to expose his mistakes, it is an extremely simple matter.

By forcing the scoundrels from their position as patriarchs and absorbing the power of Gala, the hunters have the confidence to surpass the tribes that were once in their prime.

However, what they never expected was that Gala would attack his clan for the first time, which was an irreparable killing move.

They may not even realize that the only thing they usually instigate and teach Gala to use is to kill them.

Mirage told Gala to go back and tell her people what had happened, and at the same time she left the place herself.

"I'm going to find the underground river my dad told me about, and I'm out of here." Thousand Mirage said.

Because Mirage didn't mention taking her with her at the time, Gala didn't even think of proposing to go with her, and she didn't even have the concept of Mirage leaving her alone in her subconscious.

So Gala obediently went back and waited for Mirage's next news.

One night passed, and the clansmen who got the news of her did not return, and neither did Mirage.

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The priest stood up quietly and said, "He is dead." ”

Gala looked at him motionlessly, unable to seem to understand what the priest was saying.

"There is no underground river," the priest finally turned around and said slowly with that grim face, "The reason why Qianmir's parents didn't leave here back then is because the entrance to the underground river has been completely blocked. They didn't choose to stay here because of his father's attachment to the tribe, but after giving birth to a thousand mirages, they found that they couldn't leave it at all. ”

"Qianmir instigated you to kill your fellow clan, because you were going to be disemboweled, disemboweled, sacrificed to the dead, everyone knows that you have a good relationship with Qianmir, how can you tell you when you go to watch the disembowelment?"

The priest looked at her blank expression, as if he thought it was amused, and his thin white and thin fingers crossed together, and continued: "Do you know this disembowelment torture? Under the light of the torches at night, while the executioner was still alive, his belly and abdomen were dissected alive, and the five internal organs were taken out in the same way, and all the eyeballs and brain marrow were put into jars, and burned in the valley with the corpses of the people who were sacrificed...... It can let the tortured person be eaten by the evil of the earth instead of Shen Yi, so that Shen Yi's soul can return safely. ”

Gala opened her mouth, she didn't know anything else, but she knew exactly what it meant by disembowelment, which was not a rare sight in the clan.

That should be..... She wondered how much it hurt.

However, Shen Yi's father, Huang, has always been a practical demand, and after being executed in public, he still can't, and now he has been captured and forced to do what he asks. Otherwise, I should have gone and prayed for Sam B's cremation, why would I be here? ”

The priest laughed as she spoke, but her laughter was unusually dry, as if her whole body was shriveled, only a layer of skin wrapped around the skeleton, and there was no flesh in it, and the dry skeleton rubbed against the skin, and there was a dry laugh that made the eardrums tense and tighten.

It was only then that Gala realized that the priest, a withdrawn and obedient woman, seemed to be very tolerant of Mirage, allowing him to be casual and unprofessional, allowing him to dream unrealistic all day long, and it seemed that she had never forced and demanded too much from him, and also gave Mirage great freedom.

She remembered that when the weather was fine, Qianmir went to knock on the priest's door, and asked her, who was not in good health, to come out and bask in the sun, but the priest would not open it, so he kept knocking until the priest scolded and pushed the door open, and sat down in the courtyard. Thousands of mirages were piled up in the courtyard with piles of dried herbs, the priest pointed with a straight face, and after a moment the priest's voice stopped, and Gala thought she was asleep, and turned her head, only to see a secret and satisfied smile on her face. This middle-aged woman, who was born of the opposite sex and was also unable to participate in any labor, was a priest who was detached, withdrawn, silent, and had no one close to her except Mirage.

The priest finally told her where the valley was, then turned to the courtyard and sat down quietly.

Except for the sudden burst and sudden cessation of laughter, she always maintained an indifferent calm, and even at this moment Gala was strangely calm in her heart.

She knew that Mirage was dead.

But what does it mean to die?

How can such an ethereal thing be associated with a living person?

How peaceful it was for Mirage to die again, and even after Gala had spent a night in the cold, in the cold morning mist, she learned the news from the mouth of the priest.

Everything that should be poignant, emotionally intense, is so silent, it happens in the quiet valley, suddenly it makes people distorted, the heart is empty in an instant, sadness and anger are all accumulated together in confusion, and there is nowhere to vent.

When Gala actually went to the valley and saw the hideous, blackened blood all over the ground, she realized that it seemed as if a knife was slowly piercing her back, piercing her spine bones, blunt and interspersed with occasional stinging.

His eyes were covered with blood, and all the grass in the open space of the valley was dyed black and red, and he could smell a strong and pungent smell of blood.

It was clear that Gala's hands were covered with the blood of monsters and beasts in her usual actions, but standing in this place, she felt the smell of blood in her cavity, which made her dizzy for a while, and she almost couldn't stand steadily.

Where is the Mirage?

With so much blood shed, where is he now?

The ground was littered with execution instruments, all blackened by blood, attracting a swarm of buzzing mosquitoes to crawl around. Gala walked over to disperse the insects, but after a wave of them, she couldn't disperse the insects no matter what, and the idea of doing things on weekdays was gone, Gala's throat was sore, and she stood in place indiscriminately and waved her hand vigorously for a long time, and when she turned her head, her dizzy eyes flickered, and she suddenly knelt down on the blood-colored grass.

Heavy as if sinking in the mud in her chest, Gala opened her mouth and gasped in vain, as if she wanted to vomit, but she could not vomit anything, tears overflowed her eyes, but they never flowed.

Where is he?

The blood of the ground, the wind of the valley, everything is real and tangible, but where is the mirage?

Then Gala killed the second clansman, then the third, then the fourth.

When she walked back to the tribe in a daze, she found that everyone had nothing to do and went on living in peace, talking and laughing, discussing their hunting and planting, how to make wine and making hides, talking about their children and domesticated horses. Gala pretended not to see their spiking gaze, to pretend not to see the smile on their lips as they deliberately avoided Gala, and pretended not to hear them: "That night was really interesting, I had never heard such torture from my mother's mouth, and this time it was real!" ”

"I want to try ...... too"

"Fox? Foxes can't do it, can the feeling of cutting animals be compared to people? ”

"He's pitiful...... I don't know when I'll be able to watch it again......"

Everyone's faces suddenly blurred, and only one mouth after mouth opened, and eyes with a faint cold light, grinning and whispering about the death of a thousand mirages, telling a trivial matter, opening their mouths to throw the long dart that Gala threw into Samyi's throat, and stabbed Gala's chest one after another. Gala looked down and watched as blood splattered out, like pustules that had been punctured, splattered with venomous pus.

Unbeknownst to Mirage, his teachings and patience never taught Gala to be selfish and rebellious, but his death allowed Gala to learn these things quickly.