Gala had always wondered why Yu Su would let someone like Minna, who had mastered many of his weaknesses, live, and that Minna had incense made of dragon binding grass in his hand, which meant that he had a magic weapon that could avoid Yu Su's control.

"Is it done?"

Minna's voice appeared behind her, and Gala nodded, not looking back, looking at the long river not far away.

"If you bring them back...... "Gala hesitated, "they might never come out again." ”

"Don't you hate them?"

Minna walked up to Gala and smiled meaningfully, "As I said before, even if this group of people is not led into the barren land by me, sooner or later they will go crazy one by one, and there is no way to save them. ”

"Aren't you parasitized?"

Minna stretched out his index finger and made a shushing motion, but he was still restrained and not playful at all: "Parasitism is not the same as parasitism, Yu Su is a shepherd, which is very different from the infection of the ancient gods." ”

Gala remembered that the first time she really saw Yu Su, she was driving the sheep and coming down the back hill with a smile, which was actually the place they had just passed, and she didn't feel anything at the time, and when she thought about it later, she always broke out in a cold sweat.

"What do shepherds raise sheep for? Could it be just a natural hobby? Minna smiled slightly, and Gala had a few counts in her heart, and looked down at the sachet on his body: "Dragon Binding Grass is useful to him, and he told you that?" ”

"Yes."

"Why did he do that?"

Minna clasped his hands in front of him, it was a standing posture that looked particularly self-contained and upright, but with a certain sense of wanting to speak, he turned his gaze to the unwilling Changhe, and asked instead of answering: "You have been tracking the Song family for so long, what useful information have you gotten, and what has changed while you live?" ”

Gala said: "Song Qi is very good, he has never gone crazy when he is old, and there is no one infected in his descendants, probably because he used the dragon binding grass as soon as he was infected." ”

"Confirm that, and you're back."

"Yes."

The two did not speak for a moment, and Gala's heart spread with infinite unease.

Would Yu have made such a mistake?

Letting Minna grasp his weaknesses and leaving Gala to find a way to contain him, Minna eventually just said, "Don't be careless. ”

He seems to be doing things for the sake of the people, and he seems to be working for the tribe, but in the final analysis, it is for himself, Minna said, "I will purge the tribe again." Peel off the mark of Yu Su. ”

But the consequence could be to push the tribe into the abyss from which it will never recover.

He said he wanted to become a god.

But all this idea only came from the way he deduced from the illusion, from the information revealed by Yu Su.

Gala opened the long river of mist, remembering the last time she brought someone into her homeland, when Song Min was still alive.

Gala paused as she walked behind the hall at the end of the procession, when she heard the screams and wails of the people erupting in front of her.

Not one person, not two people, but a group of people walking in front of them, almost at the same time erupted in terrifying screams, and the people at the back of the line were frightened by the screams and retreated in panic, only to crash into the rock-solid Gala.

"Sister!" A girl who was a little younger and couldn't keep up with the physical strength that was being pulled behind came to pull her hand in a panic and asked incoherently: "What's wrong, what's going on in front?!" ”

Gala looked down at the girl's sweat-soaked face, and suddenly thought how pathetic they were.

The lives of these people are so short, and the memories are so short, but the pain and sorrow are not less than hers, in the eyes of Gala, they simply do not remember to eat, even if Gala once slaughtered their ancestors, but the surviving descendants and even the terrible legends about her are still circulating, and because she can help in defense, they gladly took off their guard against her.

Ning, who stopped Gala's slaughter many years ago, and Ning, who took his people out of the barren land to seek a way to survive, has been praised and deprecated because of his early death and powerlessness in the later period, and they can't even see the truth clearly in front of creatures with too long lifespans.

Gala held the girl's chin with one hand, and her eyes stared at her for a moment.

Their team gathered all the people who followed Minna, and in addition to those who were under Minna's management at the beginning, there were also Gala who had conquered by force, these people had seen her killing, and they also relied on her to deal with the monsters she encountered, and their vigilance against her was very low.

There are so many of these people that from the very beginning of the procession into the wasteland, to the end of the procession, only the end of the procession, just the way in, it took five or six days, these people from the anxiety, have begun to gradually accept the idea that you can follow the white mist of the river, you can go to an IKEA IKEA paradise. When the chaos first erupted, they didn't have a mental connection to the common monsters, but decided that maybe something was going on with the people in front of them.

After all, if the monster comes, Gala should be more nervous and active than them, and what can make Gala so indifferent is internal conflicts and contradictions.

"...... ahead" The girl was pinched in the face, the soft flesh in her mouth sank into the open toothed tongue, she subconsciously frowned, and said vaguely: "Do you want to go and see, front?" ”

"It looks like ......," Gala said.

It was about Gala's eyes that were too cold at that moment, as if she was looking at the flesh on the table, which made the girl instinctively shrink back, and before she could struggle, Gala let go of her.

The girl covered her cheeks and asked cautiously and curiously, "Who does it look like?" ”

"Your ancestors."

There was another wave of wailing in front of the words, and people subconsciously looked at Gala and leaned against her, all glancing behind her, but no one ran backwards, this was trained in being harassed by monsters, as long as Gala didn't speak, they wouldn't move around on their own, even if it seemed safe, they might suddenly pounce on a monster with a strange shape.

Gala looked at their frightened and flattering faces seeking refuge, and felt very familiar, such a situation, and even the psychology of such a scene, theirs, Gala's, were very familiar.

Gala had seen such faces many times and knew what they would look like next.

With the irreplaceable ability of tolerance and strength to gain the dependence and trust of the other party, and for some purpose, tear up this invisible contract between the asylum and the asylumed person.

They will be dazed, they will be panicked, some may be terrified, some may be full of resentment, and some may die believing that he has a hard time.

She's seen them all, without exception.

Every time a thousand mirages are reborn, it is more like a reincarnation of her, constantly repeating, repeating, just to find a little bit of time to meet a thousand mirages again.

Gala stood in the crowd piling up backwards, and the girl looked at her helplessly, wondering whether she should be persuaded to take care of the matter, the team was so large that the people themselves would be in chaos and trample a bunch of people to death.

Gala stood in the chaotic crowd, being pushed forward and backward, and the girl watched her smile a little, but barely smiled, and whispered to herself: "I remember you, you insisted on saying that you were not physically strong, and at the end, you actually wanted to be with your sweetheart." ”

The girl didn't talk to Gala on weekdays, and she didn't know that she was still paying attention to herself, and she said, "Then he died on the road, and you didn't go back, so you stayed at the back of the line." It is rumored that this time you will be able to go to a paradise without evil beasts, and many people plan to set up their own homes in a new place, but the survival rate of women and children in the tribe is always low, and there are few people, and you have rejected many people who have offered their kindness. I'd rather walk alone behind. ”

Gala rolled her throat and held out her hand: "It will be painful to live, so do you want to live too?" ”

The reason why she cares about this girl is simple.

After the death of her sweetheart, Gala saw another person who was very similar in temperament and appearance to her sweetheart, so she deliberately pushed behind her back, adjusting the person's position to the end, to see the girl's reaction.

The girl rejected him as if he were any other, and the man's appearance did not seem to bring him any preferential treatment.

She said: "If you really treat him as your only lover, you will not find someone to replace him." ”

The girl was still very young, not yet tormented by the shadow of her lover's death, and there was innocent and pure emotion in her eyes when she spoke.

Gala did not use Minna as a substitute and had the intention of reviving him.

Including her letting go of Qianxiao Mirage and letting him live peacefully to the end, maybe she would like to see her family who gave her warmth, but she refused to let anyone replace Song Min.

The girl looked around blankly, and by this time she could no longer stand on her feet, all thanks to the pain of Gala grasping her hand, and her arm being torn apart.

"I want to live." She made a choice in ignorance, even if she didn't know what Gala was saying: "I want to live!" ”

There was a sound of wind in her ears, and when she opened her eyes again, she was already on the cliff with a somewhat frightening height, and below, there was a surging crowd.

The people screamed and retreated towards the river, only to find to their horror that the long river, which was clearly not wide, could not reach the other side again in any case.

In the distance, as far as the eye can see, large areas of land are cracked and collapsed, and the undercurrents under the soil and rocks are surging, as if the ocean underground has hit a huge wave, and the mountains and fields are shaken.

"What is that......" The girl's face was like gold paper, and her voice changed sharply with fear: "What is that!" ”

Gala replied, "Yusu." You know him. ”