Wen Zilong killed all the mercenaries, looked at the corpses of the more than seventy eagles on the ground, shook his head and sighed.

Especially the deaths of Guo'er and Xiaolongnu made Wen Zilong feel so sad in his heart.

Although this is their mission as cannon fodder, they have been with them for so long.

Then, Wen Zilong regained control of the two eagles with the will of the leader.

They are still named Guo'er and Xiaolongnu to pay tribute to the two eagles who have just died.

"Come on, little dragon girl, divide these people up and take them to the mountain. I'll send you the address. ”

Wen Zilong ordered.

It was the first time that Guo Er and the little dragon girl were controlled by Wen Zilong, and they were excited, and then they hurriedly cooed and gave orders to the other eagles.

At the same time, they are doing demonstrations.

Soon, all the corpses were moved to the temporary lair of Wen Zilong on the mountain.

The herdsman couple watched from afar at the beginning as the eagles were dismembering.

When the eagles had finished dividing the corpses, they and the two children came over with some fear and some reverence.

Their eyes were full of gratitude, and they said to Wen Zilong:

"Messenger from above. Thank you, thank you for saving our family. ”

As he spoke, they were a family of four, all prostrate on the grass.

It looks very religious.

Seeing that this family was so religious, Wen Zilong waved his hand and pointed to the corpses of dozens of eagles on the ground.

The man understood what Wen Zilong meant, and said, "I will hold a celestial burial for them." ”

The Nahua tradition is the sky burial.

And in their opinion, since it is a messenger from heaven, of course, it must be buried in heaven.

Wen Zilong was a little speechless.

He didn't even want to eat the corpses of these kinds, firstly, after a long time, he had developed feelings, and secondly, the more than seventy eagles together did not have much meat.

But in the case of sky burial, these corpses will still be eaten by those birds.

Let them go.

The family spent more than two hours transporting all the eagle carcasses to a mountain peak ten kilometers away.

In the afternoon, the family of four returned.

Wen Zilong didn't want to wait for them, but after thinking about it, their family lives here, maybe they know something about water monsters.

So when they came back, on the ground in front of the yurt, Wen Zilong began to draw it apart with his claws.

The family was horrified when they saw that the giant eagle, which was as tall as a man, actually writing on the ground with its claws.

They all fell prostrate on the ground, and their mouths cried:

"Messenger from heaven! Messenger from heaven! What a messenger from heaven! ”

"There really is a messenger from heaven!"

"Our ancestors are right, the messenger of heaven really exists!"

If people in the Han nationality see an eagle that can write, they will drop their jaws 100 percent, or they will catch the eagle and slice it for study.

But the Nava children were taught from an early age that the eagle was a messenger from heaven.

In many of their legends, the messenger of heaven is omnipotent.

Then it is naturally possible to write.

The most feared and worshiped by children since childhood is the messenger of heaven.

Although their culture was impacted by the Han culture, the worship of the angels was deeply rooted in the hearts of their people for thousands of years.

Therefore, when they saw the messenger of heaven writing, although they were shocked, their hearts were more full of feelings like "the angel has appeared".

Wen Zilong wrote a sentence: How much do you know about water monsters?

When the man heard this, his heart sank, and his face showed a complicated color.

When ordinary tourists from other places ask them, he won't say anything at all.

But now the messenger of heaven asked them, and he did not dare not say it.

"Messengers of heaven, they are not water monsters, they are lake saints."

Lake Saint?

Wen Zilong's eyes showed a hint of doubt.

The man hurriedly explained: "We, the Nahuas, are descendants of Genghis Khan. When Genghis led his army to pass by here, he rested here. Seeing the beautiful scenery here, he left a group of men and horses here, saying that he would be buried here in the future. ”

Wen Zilong heard this and nodded slightly.

He had studied some history and knew that Genghis Khan's mausoleum was called Chengling.

But that's just a mound of clothes.

As for where Genghis Khan's real mausoleum is, it is still a mystery.

The man then explained: "Genghis Khan was buried on the shore of Kanas Lake. The lake saint in Kanas Lake is guarding his mausoleum. Of course, the Lake Saint can also keep us Nahuas safe for the rest of our lives. ”

Wen Zilong sighed when he heard this.

It's a bit of a hassle.

Since it is their Lake Saint, if they want to engage in their Lake Saint now, how can they agree?

After pondering for a moment, Wen Zilong finally raised his head.

It seems that I have to come up with some strange Shu Xiao's ability to fool little Lori.

He wrote on the ground: In fact, the lake saint is a spirit in the mountains, and he has been wanting to enter the tomb of Genghis Khan all these years.

The man and woman glanced at each other and looked at Wen Zilong in astonishment.

"This ...... This ......"

He wanted to say that it was impossible, but he did not dare in front of the messenger of heaven.

They were taught from an early age that the Lake Saint was the patron saint of their Nahuas.

is the guardian of the mausoleum.

Now he suddenly told them that it was just a mountain spirit, and that he had been trying to enter the mausoleum.

How can this make them acceptable?

Wen Zilong also knew that it was impossible to make them believe it for a while.

Then he wrote: If he is your protector, has he protected you all these years? When you were pointed at gunpoint by a foreigner just now, did it protect you?

"This ......"

The man hesitated.

Looked at the woman.

The woman also had a look of surprise on her face.

Wen Zilong continued: Decades ago, a herdsman went to the lake to drink horses and never returned. Wasn't it eaten by your so-called "Lake Saint"? If it is really a lake saint to protect your safety, why is it still eating people?

When the man and woman saw these words, they fell silent.

In their culture, the Lake Saint is indeed protecting them.

And that herdsman was indeed eaten by the lake saint.

As for why the Lake Saints who protected them wanted to eat them, they had never thought about it.

Because that's what they've been taught since childhood.

Wen Zilong finally concluded: Therefore, they are not lake saints, but spirits. Heaven has sent me down today to get rid of this spirit. And you have to help me. ”

The man and woman looked at each other and said nothing.

Wen Zilong also knew that it was really difficult for them to accept the fact that Hu Sheng was a spirit in a short period of time.

Gotta give them some time to react.

So he wrote: I will go back first, and I will come back tomorrow. At that time, I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer.

Then he flapped his wings and flew towards the sky with a flock of more than 700 eagles.

Fly higher and higher until you disappear from the family's sight.

After all, the messenger of heaven would be a little embarrassed if he returned to the mountain next to him.