Everyone looked at Wen Ru helplessly, he walked around the burning fire pit, staring at the burned remains inside, Wen Ru was hunchbacked, walking with his waist bent and looking very obscene, and finally stopped in front of Ye Jiuqing, and looked at Ye Jiuqing with disdain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Slowly took out a handkerchief from his body, wiped his bloody face, and spoke unhurriedly.

"I'm a Miao person." Wen Ru was blunt.

Wen Ru seemed to be planning to tell us something, although no one wanted to listen to it, every word that came out of his mouth felt so disgusting, but in order to save Ye Zhiqiu, at the same time, I also wanted to know what Wen Ru's real purpose was in bringing us here.

Wen Ru's fearless appearance made me very helpless, I saw Ye Jiuqing's undulating cheeks, and it was estimated that his teeth were about to be crushed at this moment.

"You are also worthy of being a Miao person." Huang Ping spat to the side.

"As a descendant of Jiuli, he actually helped to torture and kill his own people, although Miao Jiang is big, he will never be able to tolerate people like you." The high priest was indignant.

Wen Ru didn't think so, he didn't care about the reprimands of others at all, stared at Huang Ping and the high priest and sneered: "You also know that you are a descendant of Jiuli, and I am afraid that thousands of years of humiliation and slavery have long been forgotten, you say that I killed the clansmen, so you brought the descendants of Yan and Huang who have a feud with the Jiuli people here to kill me, what is the difference between what I did and what I did, what qualifications do you have to say about me?" ”

"The powder is reversed and black and white, whether it is Jiuli or Yanhuang, the disaster of war thousands of years ago, is it necessary to keep remembering, history can no longer be changed, ethnic groups and tribes can be different, religious beliefs can be different, but we are human beings after all, at least human nature should be the same." Xue Xinrou argued loudly. "It's not that you don't deserve to be a Miao person, you don't deserve to be a person at all."

"Yes, I'm not human." Wen Rutian sneered shamelessly.

I don't want to argue with Wen Ru any more pointlessly, he is a completely distorted person, and talking about human nature with a person who can ignore human life is undoubtedly playing the piano to the cow.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" I asked with a gloomy face.

Wen Ru repeated the first words, and told us in a flat but resentful voice that he was a Miao man, and pointed to his hunchback to laugh at himself, he was still a disabled Miao man, he had always been bullied and white-eyed, and he was used to being discriminated against since he was a child, not only him, but everyone in the Wen family for generations was hunchbacked.

"Hunchbacked for generations?" Xue Xinrou was a little puzzled, and lowered her head to think for a moment. "No, hunchback is not hereditary."

Wen Ru sneered, nodded and continued, it is precisely because it is not a hereditary disease that the people of the Wen family never dare to seek medical advice, so they have been worthless little people for generations, living at the bottom of the lowly and humble life.

His parents and grandparents were like this, and they were used to this kind of oppressive life, and even since Wen Ru was born, the idea of acceptance and infusion has continued like this.

But Wen Ru didn't want to live like this anymore since he was a child, he wanted to change, he wanted to get rid of this life, he tried hard to straighten his back, but the final deformed back made his waist more and more bent.

"It seems that the people of the Wen family are destined to be dwarfs, you can look down condescendingly, but I have to bend down and look up, from the beginning I was destined to not be fair."

"It's ridiculous, no one will despise you because of your physical disability, it's not that others discriminate against you at all, it's that you're hostile to everyone all the time." Gong Jue said coldly.

"You are a champion in the field of archaeology, your students and peers have always respected you, and no one despised you because of your disability and hunchback, and you were once an insurmountable mountain and giant in my heart." Ye Zhiqiu didn't feel resentful because Wen Ru framed him, and said in a sincere voice. "On the contrary, you are now, you yourself have wiped out everything you have, how can people like you be respected."

"Respect? I didn't need respect, and at first I even felt inferior because of my disability, but then I realized that since I had one less thing than others, I was destined to have a lot more in other areas. Wen Ru sneered, and bent down naturally to say. In fact, it's my disability that makes me unique. ”

Wen Ru said this, his expression revealed a trace of conceited pride, and he continued, just when he felt hopeless, he accidentally found a box buried under the ancestral house, which contained several ancient books.

He asked his family to learn that these books had been handed down for a long time, but no one knew the content and meaning of the words on them, after all, people who were running around all day long would not pay attention to a few worthless and incomprehensible books.

But Wen Ru always felt that there were secrets hidden in these ancient books, and for him, it was more like hope, and he tried to understand the contents of the books, but the emperor lived up to his wishes, and he found a record of the text of the ancient books in the interlayer of the cover of an ancient book.

There is a method of learning ancient texts, Wen Ru has since put all his experience on these ancient books, at that time Wen Ru was only more than ten years old, he actually learned those difficult and difficult words.

"That text I learned later was the language of the Jiuli priests, and it was used as a way to communicate with God." Wen Ru looked at us back and forth, his expression full of pride.

"The language of the priests?" The high priest was somewhat stunned. "Even if you are a Miao person, but the language of the priests has been passed down by the priests from generation to generation, and it has never been written into words, just to prevent people from coveting it, how can you see ancient books written in the language of the priests?"

"It doesn't matter." Wen Ru turned his head to stare at the high priest and said coldly. "What you should be asking is what is written in those ancient books."

We looked at each other, the hall fell silent, and with a strange smile, we slowly walked to the side of the fire pit, as if admiring our own masterpiece.

"Forbidden Gu?!" The High Priest was suddenly shocked and said.

"You're half right." Wen Ru nodded unhurriedly. "There are also records of witches."

We were taken aback, and Wen Ru was perhaps even more proud to see our reaction, and looked at us and said that when he understood the text, his reaction at that time was far more shocked than we are now.

Who would have thought that Chiyou, who was worshiped as the master of the army by later generations, would be a strange witch created by the gods, and those rare birds and beasts that were only circulated in myths and legends were real, which was enough to subvert the religious beliefs of the entire Jiuli.

But this is not what surprised Wen Ru the most, those ancient books recorded in great detail the creation method of the alien witch, as well as the Gu poison derived from the alien witch, Wen Ru never dreamed that there was such a treasure buried under his ancestral house.

Just imagine what it would be like if one Chi You could dominate the world and almost rewrite history, if all the witches and Gu poisons in the ancient books were created.

It was from that time that Wen Ru tried to refine the incredible creatures according to the records in the book, and when Wen Ru was fifteen years old, he created the first alien witch, looking at the living creatures that appeared in front of his eyes, Wen Ru firmly believed that it was something that could change his life.

But as Wen Ru learned more and mastered the priestly language, the ancient books he found, in addition to recording the methods of making Gu poison and witches, one of the ancient books turned out to be a family tree.

Wen Ru traced back to his roots, only to find out that he was actually a Miao person, and he saw a name in the book.

Witch King!

It was his ancestor, Wen Ru was completely shocked, he turned out to be a descendant of a god, and it was mentioned in the book that only a descendant of the Witch King could have the ability to summon a god.

"It's a bunch of nonsense, the Witch Gu King betrayed the ancestral god, he is useless except for the evil words to confuse the public, how can he summon a god." The High Priest angrily interrupted Wen Ru.

Wen Ru's conceited smile on the corner of his mouth gradually froze, and his eyes looked at the high priest intently, and suddenly, a thick and solemn voice echoed in the hall, and we looked around in surprise, the voice seemed to be omnipresent, but it definitely did not come from Wen Ru's mouth.

I've been keeping an eye on Wen Ru, and his mouth hasn't opened or closed since the sound of that voice.

When we were in Miao Village before, the high priest told us that the Witch Gu King could summon gods, and I remembered that I had heard this kind of ethereal but real voice, and told the others, Xue Xinrou speculated that there was another possibility, which was the so-called ventriloquism.

Normally, it is said that the oral resonance is used to make sounds, but ventriloquism is the opposite, and the speech is directed to the middle of the abdomen, so that the sound resonates in the abdominal cavity, so that the slurred speech can be heard through the belly.

So this time, when the voice reappeared, I paid special attention to Wen Ru's body, but I was sure that the voice was definitely not coming from him.

When the high priest heard the majestic voice that echoed through the hall, he was confused at first, but gradually he became frightened and fell to his knees.

I was furious, and I went up and tried to twist the high priest: "What are you afraid of, and you still kneel?" ”

But the high priest did not care about my rebuke at all, and worshiped on the ground in fear, and his expression was respectful and reverent, until the voice slowly disappeared, and the high priest still buried his head on the ground for a long time.

"You believe it now?" Wen Ru looked at the high priest with a high spirit.

He was actually nodding, and I became more and more resentful and shouted: "The trick of pretending to be a god and a ghost scared you like this, and you are still a priest of Jiuli." ”

"I'm not scared, the voice just now was talking about the Divine Commandment." The high priest replied with awe.

"God's Ring?" We didn't understand what that meant.

The high priest humbly bowed his head and told us that the priests of Jiuli were all chosen by the clan, but when the ancestral god appeared, he would personally choose the people who served the gods, that is, the people chosen by the gods.

The Witch King is one of them, and those who are chosen by the gods must remember the precepts of the gods, and must not make a mistake in the slightest, and the precepts are an agreement between the gods and the priests, and as a gift, the priests who receive the precepts have the ability to summon the gods.