Song Nian pointed indifferently to the other side.

There, seventeen or eighteen teenagers had gathered, all wounded.

Song Nian deliberately didn't treat their injuries, just to let everyone see it.

None of these seriously injured teenagers let out a scream.

Their eyes were blazing, and even if they were seriously injured, they seemed to want to do something, but in fact, they couldn't do anything......

If there is no pain, it can only mean one thing......

These people have taken miracle medicines.

Gao Laoxi's face was gloomy.

He walked indifferently to the patriarch and elder of the victorious Hu tribe.

The two looked at the gloomy face of the high envoy in front of them, their legs trembled slightly, and suddenly their knees weakened, and they knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Oracle! God spares lives, and I know that we should not be deceived and deceitful, and we have committed a great taboo! ”

The patriarch kowtowed repeatedly.

Gao Laoxi grabbed him by the neck, and this smiling man, who had always been like Maitreya Buddha, had a distorted face and roared: "Do you know, I told you thousands of instructions, these tributes!" You can't take miracle medicine!

Rubbish! It's all rubbish! ”

Gao Laoxi was scolding.

But only Song Nian knew what he meant - if you eat the tribute of the miracle medicine, it will be all waste.

That is to say, among these participating Hu tribes, as long as they have taken the magic medicine, they will be excluded from the tribute team.

Of course, the result is not that these people can be reborn, but that ...... Gao Laoxi had a gloomy face, signed it, and sent it to a mysterious place.

Next, there is the interrogation.

Song Nian smiled when he saw this and avoided it from afar.

She didn't want to be involved in any of that. Her purpose is just to muddy the waters.

Let these people, the more chaotic the better.

Muddy waters can touch fish.

However, the sound of interrogation over there was very loud, these Hu people had lived in the empty desert for a long time, and they didn't know how to hide it, so they all said it.

According to the patriarch and the elder, last night they were worried that the children under the tent would not be able to ride and shoot, and after being eliminated, they would have to pay double the tribute, so the patriarch and the elder were worried about sitting on each other, but at this time, a man in black suddenly sneaked in and taught them to identify the crazy horse grass and how to put colorless and bromine magic medicine into the meals of the young men of other tribes, so that the excited horses and the excited young riders could play a role together. That was the scene when the horse jumped and broke the cervical vertebrae.

But when asked how they dealt with the thorns on the peak, the two of them denied it together, only admitting that they had obtained a detailed map of the peak and the route of the competition from the man in black, and asked them to pay attention to it in advance.

Song Nian frowned.

This competition was made by Gao Laoxi temporarily, so who could make such a plan in advance?

In retrospect, the reason why the turf under the thorns at the summit is not visible is because the thorns were transplanted a few days ago.

In fact, if it weren't for Song Nian's five senses, he wouldn't have discovered the abnormality of the thorns.

Who is it that can be predicted and laid out in advance?

Song Nian couldn't figure it out, so he hid this question in his heart.

After all, the other party was targeting the High Divine Envoy, not her.

……

Gao Laoxi had a gloomy face and returned to the camp.

The people around him didn't dare to touch his moldy head.

After all, in the end, it was found out that most of the tribute had been given a miracle medicine, and it was no longer suitable. Therefore, they can only be sent separately.

As for how to replenish the gap in this part of the tribute, it is even more troublesome.

After all, this time it was the Black Sky Demon God Sect's own mistake, and if the tribes were asked to provide more tribute, it would obviously not be realistic, and it would greatly stimulate the tension of the God Sect and the tribes.

"Well, all of you stand down, and don't go near the tent without my orders, or else! No mercy! ”

With Gao Laoxi's indifferent order, the people around his tent withdrew one after another.

Gao Laoxi waited for a moment, feeling the silence nearby, before arching his hand to the darkness in the depths of the camp tent, and said respectfully: "According to your meaning, I designed this test. ”

"Ahem, what happened?" From the depths of the tent, an old voice was heard.

"Judging from her method of handling the case, the way she dissected it, and even her thoughts and words, it should be that you have paid attention to that person, but ......"

"But what?" The man in the depths of the tent coughed a few times.

Gao Laoxi frowned and said, "However, that person heard that he had died in the desert leading to the extreme west, and for some reason he would appear on the grassland again. “

"The people from the extreme west of the day originally liked to walk the grassland, but it was only because of the plundering nature of the grassland at that time that they had to turn away from the desert. Of course, it is much closer to the desert, which can save at least a quarter of the distance......"

"You're so well-informed." Gao Laoxi said respectfully.

"Hmph, what's the use of knowing this, it's not that it's not worth a life!" The old man in the depths of the tent coughed a few times, shook his head and sighed.

"My lord, this sacrifice may be able to change your life against the sky." Gao Laoxi said seriously.

"Changing your life against the sky? Hmph, that's easier said than done! In short, we must fight for this line of life......" The old man's voice gradually faded away.

Gao Laoxi stood with his hands down, and he didn't know how long it took before he finally determined that the old man in the tent had drifted away at some point.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked the people who served outside to bring a bath bucket and a change of clothes.

Just a few words of conversation made his back completely soaked.

At this time, Song Nian was in the camp tent, looking at his task with great interest.

Serial Mission: The Sacrifice of the Black Sky Demon God (Pseudo) has entered the final link.

The first few tasks were relatively simple, but the task system suddenly gave a hint and directly told her that the task had entered the next link, which made Song Nian confused.

When did the system become so generous?

But looking at the reward again, Song Nian sneered.

The rewards of this final ring quest are all ...... Word book.

Yes, it is the most hated but essential word book for all middle school monks and high school monks.

It's the kind of bizarre writing on the Dead Sea Papers.

Song Nian took the word book and sighed.

You said that I was a medical dog in the college entrance examination in my previous life.

Why have you crossed over, and you still can't avoid the fate of memorizing words?

Forget it, what's the use of memorizing so many words? Can I take the college entrance examination?

Can it save lives?

Can I exchange my dissertation and diploma for a dissertation?

Can I get a salary increase?

Song Nian sighed, then picked up the word book and began to look through the Dead Sea papers.

This kind of professional classics really can't rely on translation, no matter how high the level of translation is.

Because of the translation itself, a lot of information is lost.

After looking at it this time, Song Nian found that his previous views on the "Dead Sea Documents" had to be overturned.

This is a very organized, very modern medical text.

In other words, it is a forensic science classic, and the content contained is very rich, detailed and specific.