Chapter 10: The Original Sin of All Death

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It's just an hour's time.

All the people who were named by the Kumen gathered in the hall, and Poplar also stood aside.

There were about thirty or so people gathered in the house, all of them teenagers between fourteen and sixteen years old, but the houses built for the priests in the clan were large enough that more than thirty people stood in the middle of the hall without any sense of crowding.

The scene was extremely quiet, and every teenager held their breath, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

The scene of yesterday's bitter door tearing Yang Han apart is still vivid, this is definitely something they can't think of at their age, not to mention, even if they want to, they don't have that strength.

Each of the more than thirty teenagers looked at the bitter gate with different eyes, admiration, reverence, jealousy, and a few vicious and hateful eyes.

Finally.

After a long time, Kumen opened the eyes that had been closed, and the eyes were like dead wells, and no one could see anything else in them except the pupils.

Swept it through.

Every young man who was swept by the eyes of the bitter gate had a tight body, and the hairs on his back were rising, as if he was being targeted by a vicious beast outside the wilderness, and he didn't dare to look at him at all.

"Yang Ling"

The young man who was read was dressed more elaborately than the people around him, and he was the son of the elder of the clan.

But when he was suddenly called by his name, his expression was also tight, and his face suddenly became pale and bloodless.

Fortunately, Kumen only read it for a while, and then turned to other places.

"Yang Niu"

A thick teenager raised his head blankly, drenched in cold sweat.

"Yang Er"

"Yang Dog Baby"

"Yang Tiezhu"

......

In the clan, except for some of their own powerful heirs, the names of other teenagers are generally given some cheap names to make a living.

Like the name of Yang Gate, it is said that when his mother gave birth to him, he was facing the gate, so he gave him such a name.

But even so, there were often babies in the clan who starved to death.

After all, there is a lack of nutrition, women basically have very little milk, and they can survive, and many times they have to rely on luck.

As far as Kumen knows, even some parents, who have no milk to feed, will directly cook their babies and eat a full meal, which shows the degree of madness.

Soon.

The thirty-four teenagers in the audience were all named.

Kumen's body moved, and he stood up with a wooden cane, with a gentle smile on his face, as if he was compassionate: "Very good, everyone is here." ”

No one spoke.

"I called you here today to let you hear a story. ”

As he spoke, the bitter door began to speak, and his words were gentle and refreshing.

"Far away in the sky, there is a small tribe that lives there, and multiplies for generations. The birds and flowers are everywhere, the four seasons are like spring, the sky is blue, the water is clear, there are no wild beasts, no demon beasts, no disease, no death, very peaceful and happy. ”

There seemed to be a soothing power in Kumen's voice, and after a few words, the thirty-four teenagers all seemed to see the fairyland on earth that was completely opposite to the Great Wilderness, and they all had smiles on their faces.

And just like that, they lived there for hundreds of years. But one day, a gang of robbers came, and they said that they wanted 1,000 pounds of grain and 500 pounds of meat, or they would kill them all. The tribal chief did as he was told, and handed over everything the robbers wanted. ”

"It wasn't long before the bandits came again. This time, they asked for 2,000 catties of grain and 1,000 catties of meat. The tribal patriarch turned in again. ”

"The third time, the gang of robbers came again, and they asked for three thousand pounds of grain and fifteen hundred pounds of meat. The chief of the tribe handed over all the last grain in the clan. ”

"The last time, the bandits came again, and this time, they didn't ask for anything. ”

Speaking of this, Kumen paused.

"They slaughtered all the men of the tribe, and the babies were strung together and hung on the walls, and all the women were tied to horses and brought back to enjoy, and at last the fire burned the whole tribe to ashes!"

Kumen smiled and smacked the ground with a wooden staff:

"That's the end of the story, do you know what the original sin of all death is?"

Thirty-four teenagers were lost in thought.

"Is it forbearance?"

Yang Ling raised his head and said with some hesitation.

Kumen smiled on his face, nodded, and said encouragingly:

"I'm close to the answer. ”

"But, it's still wrong!"

A little more serious flashed, and the wooden staff instantly hit Yang Ling's head, and the thunder shot!

Smack!

It was like a hammer containing huge power smashed on a watermelon, Yang Ling's head exploded directly, and the red and white splashed out, staining the faces of many people around him, and the headless corpse fell down with a bang.

Everyone was blindsided.

"Ahh

One of the first to react, the young man standing behind Yang Ling screamed, his face and hair were stained with a lot of Yang Han's red and white things.

Syllable!

As soon as the voice sounded, the boy's head exploded instantly, and he couldn't scream anymore.

"If the voice is too loud, the gods will be furious, and even I, as a priest, will not be able to protect you. ”

There was no filth on Kumen's body, and the white priest's robe was still snow-white.

The audience suddenly blocked their mouths with their hands like chilling cicadas, for fear of making the slightest sound and inviting murder!

Kumen smiled on his lips, but his eyes were full of killing intent like a storm.

These people must die!

Yang Fengshen's words reminded him that in this clan, there are still many young people who are generally suitable for the profession of priest with him!

In other words, Yang Fengshen meant that even if he died, there were still dozens of people who could take his place, so his life didn't matter at all.

The gods are in a kind of sleep all the year round, and almost all of these cumbersome things in the clan are handled by Yang Fengshen, as long as there is no priest suddenly, then it is not a big deal.

Yang Fengshen gave Kumen a multiple-choice question.

Either he dies, or these thirty-four people die in front of him!

Kumen chose these thirty-four people to die.

"Smack!"

One more dead!

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

The heads of the three exploded, leaving them headless corpses.

Finally, some people couldn't take it anymore and screamed out with all their might, and a few others had passed out, their pants were damp, and a smell of urine came out.

"Papa

Thirty-three people, dead!

In the end, there was only one person left.

"Brother Yangmen. ”

Yang Liu's face was surprisingly calm, as if he hadn't seen the headless corpses lying all over the ground.

Kumen's face is complicated, Yang Liu is his original neighbor, the two are only one year apart, Yang Liu has been running behind Kumen since he was a child, and since Kumen became the first person of the younger generation, he has almost reached the point of reverence for Kumen.

"Brother Yangmen, I know the answer. ”

"What is it?"

Kumen asked softly.

"It's weak. ”

"The original sin of all death is weakness. ”

Kumen was silent and nodded slowly.

The original sin of all death is weakness!

Weakness is a sin in itself!

If he is strong, he will not even be able to protect his relatives, if he is strong, he will not kill so many innocent people, and if he is strong, he will not be threatened by Yang Fengshen!

If he wants to become stronger, he can only destroy human nature, only unscrupulous means, only be more vicious than everyone, and his heart is only one from beginning to end, and that is to become stronger!

"Smack!"

Yang Liu's head exploded, this time Kumen did not deliberately dodge, blood splattered, dyeing the snow-white priest's robe into blood red, Kumen's face was expressionless, there was no sadness or joy, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was compassionate.

The voice came out:

"You're right, but you're going to die. ”

After killing Yang Liuye, Kumen suddenly felt that a lock in his heart had been quietly opened.

It was a lock called order.

Locked in a heart that does whatever it wants.

(This chapter is very difficult to write, all kinds of requests.) ）