The dim sky soon darkened completely, and in the dark night, the body occupied by Chen Ming was sleeping on the side, while the spirit was already out of the body and came to another scene. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking at the wilderness with the vision of the divine soul, he felt that the yin qi and resentment were shrouded in the four fields, and in the midst of a disastrous and broken life, a pale red lifeline was particularly conspicuous.

After seeing this pale red life, Chen Ming smiled, and as his body moved, he came to the front of that person.

In a dimly lit room, a man sat silently on a bed made of animal skins, silent, and it was Klim.

Chen Ming looked at Klim on the bed, and didn't say much, and directly stimulated a divine power, enveloping the depths of his sea of consciousness.

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"Klim, Klim. ”

"Huh?" faint voices gradually came from my ears, breaking the silence. He opened his eyes with some surprise, only to see a familiar figure.

"Krim, the sacrifice of the ancestral spirits is about to begin, and we must set off immediately. A rough, familiar voice sounded in his ears.

He opened his eyes violently and looked at the familiar middle-aged man in front of him in disbelief: "Father." ”

On the other side, hearing his sudden call, the man was stunned, with an indelible joy on his face: "What did you call me just now?"

Suddenly, Klim felt that something was wrong. His adoptive father, who had been killed in a battle a long time ago, could not have been alive.

He jumped out of bed quickly, and suddenly a feeling of something very wrong hit him, and he looked at his hand sharply. The original thick layer of calluses on his hands had long since disappeared, and a pair of tender white hands came into his eyes.

He looked around again, a pair of sharp eyes watching tightly, not letting go of any details.

"This is..." He was shocked in his heart, looked at the familiar scene around him, and was stunned: "When I was a child. ”

On the other side, the big man looked at Klim who was looking at him blankly, and was a little inexplicable: "Klim, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing the familiar tone on the other side, Klim looked up sharply, and for some reason, his nose was sour.

He looked at the familiar but unfamiliar adoptive father opposite him in a daze, and thoughts flew in his mind for a while.

This is a long time ago story, Klim was born in a small tribe far away, his father died young, and his mother raised him alone, and spent a difficult but warm and fulfilling childhood. Later, the enemy invaded and the tribe was exterminated. His mother was caught trying to get attention to get him to escape.

Without the protection of his people, he wandered alone in the wilderness. An eight- or nine-year-old child survives alone in such a wilderness full of weirdness and horror. He has met ghosts, met wolves, eaten some barely edible grass roots and leaves, and survived all kinds of dangers.

Although he never died, he knew in his heart that if he continued like this, he would die on the desert sooner or later. But it seems that the gods always do not want him to die, and one morning, he meets his adoptive father.

It was a strong, but always withdrawn middle-aged man, who had no children, and was very happy to see him alone in the wilderness, and picked him up as his own child. Then it was a period of hardship, and although his adoptive father never mentioned it, he knew how difficult it was to carry a little kid like an oil bottle in such a difficult and dangerous environment.

Later, when he was fifteen years old, his adoptive father was killed by the enemy in a battle due to old age and infirmity, and his bones were gone.

"Klim, what's wrong with you?" said his adoptive father, who had not spoken for a long time, in a strange voice.

"I'm fine. Klim replied earnestly, looking at his adoptive father with some stunnedness.

Hearing him say this, his adoptive father had no choice but to nod: "Then let's go, the sacrifice has begun, and the high priest is sacrificing to the ancestral spirits." ”

Then, without waiting for Klim to reply, he dragged him away.

Unbeknownst to him, however, his words reached Klim's ears and caused another wave.

"Sacrifice..." There was a faint chill in his heart, and in the dark, a bad premonition was conveyed. As if to tell him that the nightmare of many years ago was going to be repeated.

Under an altar, thousands of people were densely packed, but only men and children, and women were not eligible to participate in the sacrifice.

In the midst of the crowd, Klim relied on his adoptive father's strong physique to sit quite forward.

But at this time, his heart was tumbling, he would rather not have this position, and even had an urge to escape from here. However, his strong will suppressed this urge, and he forced himself to sit here, his teeth clenched, and he looked ahead, a woman.

It was an ordinary-looking woman, and at this time, with a thick fear on her face, she looked at the sacrifice that was gradually approaching him, and the sadness and helplessness on her face were clearly visible.

Seeing this, Klim's teeth clenched, and his eyes stared at the woman and the priest who was constantly approaching him, his eyes fierce.

That's his mother. At the same time as he saw the other party, the corners of Klim's eyes suddenly blurred, his palms clenched into fists fiercely, and the nails on his fingers that had not yet been smoothed pierced his palms, but he didn't seem to realize it.

Because of his proximity to the altar, he could clearly see that the priest on the other side was insulting his mother and dragging her above the altar like a dead dog. Then, he took out a black bone knife from his bosom and was about to stab it.

Klim watched the scene with a fierce gaze at the priest, as if he wanted to cut it with a thousand knives.

The familiar scene called out the memories buried in the depths of his mind once again. Back then, he watched his mother being killed by the so-called Great Priest, and her body being sucked into a dry corpse by the so-called ancestral spirits, but he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't even rush up to let his mother see him. For decades to come, he endured this nightmarish memory alone, but he only dared to cry bitterly in the night, paralyzing himself like a coward.

But this time. He took a deep breath, his chaotic heart calmed down at this moment, and then, in the surprised eyes of the others, he rushed to the altar desperately.

Although it was only the body of a ten-year-old child, he was very fast, and in less than a moment, he rushed to the altar and kicked the priest in the face.

Everyone present was shocked. Before any of the clansmen could react, a guard guarding the altar stepped forward with a spear and tried to kill him on the spot.

"Klim!" a delicate, gentle exclamation rang out behind Klim, and the captured mother recognized the long-lost child. But he didn't look back, just listened to the sound that he had thought he would never hear again, and a warm current rushed through his heart.

"Finally, I don't have to regret it..." he thought silently, then looked at the guards rushing in front of him, grinned, and actually pounced on the spear that was stabbing in front of him, like a mad beast.

Touch!

At the same time that the spear was about to stab him, he pressed his foot hard, and his body jerked away, dodging the spear in a few moments. Then, punch the opponent with all your might.

"Oh no!" the fist slammed into his opponent, but it didn't knock him back as he expected. Only then did he suddenly remember that he was no longer the stout Klim, and now he was just a seven or eight-year-old child.

However, it was too late at this moment, and his whole person was directly hugged by the other party, and he couldn't break free. Then, under his fierce gaze, the guard held a dagger in his right hand, and with a sinister smile, raised his right hand vigorously.

"It's over. He yelled in his heart, but his eyes did not change at all, and his face was still staring at each other with madness, trying to break free.

But at this time, his strength was too weak to break away from an adult, and he watched as the dagger got closer and closer to him, and his pupils reflected shadows.

However, the familiar pain did not come, only that behind him, his adoptive father knocked out the guard who was holding him with a punch, and then he hugged Klim and threw him out with all his might.

"Klim, run!" he shouted hoarsely, and then rushed up the altar toward the priest.

However, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared, and the faces of ghosts shrouded him and Klim's mother.

"No!" Seeing his adoptive father and mother gradually corroding into white bones under the black gas, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and yelled, the corners of his eyes filled with tears.