Chapter 2: The Night

In the evening, the sunset is bright, and the place of the funeral fire tribe is even more blood-red reflected by the color of the flame, and in the vast sky, the blood is red, and the red light is shrouded here, which is strange.

The Burial Fire Tribe is a primitive tribe, a ring tribe formed by many giant trees. The area is not large, only hundreds of people live, and at this time, through the cracks in the layers of wooden walls, you can see a faint bonfire burning in the tribe.

The gate of the tribe is also composed of giant trees, and above the gate, three or four middle-aged people in animal skin clothes hold the white bones of the forest, patrolling back and forth, and there are strings of animal bones hanging around their necks, and there is a crisp sound between the movements of their feet.

A few hundred meters away from the front of the tribe is the flame mountain, the colorful flames are particularly dazzling in the depths, and whenever these big men look there, they are clasping their hands together, muttering words in their mouths, and looking pious.

Suddenly a black spot slowly emerged in the distance, and then gradually expanded, forming a figure, the big man guarding the door suddenly grasped the stone bone in his hand when he saw this, his eyes looked into the distance vigilantly, and the horn tied around the waist was also clenched by the big hand, ready to blow at any time.

The gaze gradually narrowed, and a figure finally appeared in front of the three of them, it was a young man dressed in wolf skin, his hair draped over his shoulders, and a thick tiger tendon wrapped around his waist, showing his ability.

The young man was only about double ten, but his face was unusually mature, his face was resolute, and there was no half of emotional fluctuations on his face, and on his back, a dark metal iron rod was stuck horizontally in the tiger's tendons.

When he saw this young man, the gatekeeper immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and the vigilance on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a kind of joy, and grinned.

"Ye Ming, I'm going to the Fire Mountain again, have you received the fire crystal requested by Ah Gong? ”

"Hmm. ”

Hearing this, the young man named Night Darkness stopped his steps, looked up at the three big men at the height of the gate, nodded expressionlessly, and then lowered his head and walked towards the interior of the tribe.

Seeing the appearance of the night watch, the three big men were not annoyed, as if they were used to it, they shook their heads helplessly, held the rope in front of them with their big hands, and with a slight force, the heavy wooden door suddenly rose from the center.

The wooden door was closed, and the footsteps of the night shadow also moved immediately, and in the blink of an eye, he stepped into the gate, walked into the tribe, and then quickly disappeared from the sight of the three people.

"This little doll is still withdrawn from the past, it is estimated that only Ah Gong and the little fat man can make him honest with each other. Looking at the back of the night shadow, the big man sighed and sighed.

"Well, but the magic power of this little doll is too strong, and that kind of thick Cheng dù is not comparable to a middle-aged person, and at such an age, he can cultivate inside the mountain without extinguishing the fire. Hearing this, another big man also clapped his hands and smiled, his tone full of solemnity.

The mountain can be said to be the totem of the fire tribe, where the mountains have been burning for many months, and what is even more terrifying is that in the interior of the mountain, the burning flames are also extraordinary, and the entire tribe can only be slapped, and the night is one of them.

The Burial Fire Tribe believes in fire witches, and what they have created is that their affinity for flames is more powerful than ordinary people, which is why they can survive around the Fire Mountain, and if they want to be replaced by other people, if they get close to here, they will be turned into ashes in an instant.

"Indeed, cultivating there, this little doll is far from being very human, and his strength is also extremely terrifying, maybe soon, a young witch will appear in our tribe. At that time, the other tribes must have been even more afraid of us. ”

Ye Ming entered the tribe and walked lightly into the depths, all the way Ye Ming was silent, with his hands on his waist, looking extraordinarily quiet.

It was dusk in the center of the tribe, and in the wide center, a large number of clansmen sang and danced around it, and outside the bonfire, there was a burn-resistant wood, on which there were large pieces of flesh flowing with gold and fat, exuding a strange fragrance.

And around these large pieces of roasted and yellowed meat, many children in animal robes were around, looking at them with blank eyes, and their tongues were also stained with saliva, and their faces were salivating.

The bodies of these children are all very strong, and at a young age, they show hideous bones, and those muscles contain terrifying power, and they are fighting against the extremely harsh environment in the Funeral Fire Tribe, which also makes these people extremely strong.

In the crowd, directly in front of him, sat an old man with gray hair, wearing a sacred gray robe, his hair was braided with many pigtails, and he wore a strange hat, on which there was a magical flame totem, faintly looking, the totem was like a real flame, burning brightly.

The old man looked extremely old, but his eyes were extremely deep, and he looked like he was lost, and the old man sat on the stone chair, surrounded by many middle-aged people who seemed to have a high status in the clan, and a group of people surrounded him, as if talking softly.

The old man seemed to see the night coming from afar, the withered old hand raised slightly, and a smile slowly squeezed out of his wrinkled face, while the other middle-aged people also nodded with a smile when they saw it, but there was some indescribable charm in their eyes.

"Ah Gong!"

Seeing the old man, Ye Ming's cold face was also slightly loosened, and he squeezed out a little smile a little awkwardly, stepped forward lightly, and bowed carefully, for this old man, Ye Ming seemed extremely respectful.

The dancing crowd stopped because of the arrival of the night, and the children who were munching on the barbecue on the side also stopped chewing in their mouths, and their eyes moved to the body of the night, with a deep curiosity and a faint panic.

The older women all changed their faces, quickly walked to the side, put their babies in their arms, and looked at the night with wary eyes.

And just when this situation occurred, the night darkness that had not been moving, suddenly moved slightly, and an extremely cold aura slowly spread out from the inside of the body, and its dark black eyes also faintly reddened at this moment.

An extreme irritability appeared in his mind, and the breath of killing kept surging, making the head of the night wreath hurt.

Ye Shen was naturally aware of the changes in his surroundings, but he didn't seem to have any awareness, his eyes narrowed, and his little hands slowly lifted up as if he didn't react, and then the iron rod held on his back, the sound of rubbing metal rang out, and the iron rod gradually rose, reflecting a sword blade that emitted a ghostly light, and on his body, the flame magic power also climbed up quickly.

"Hell, relax. Seeing the state of the night, the old man stepped on it, and his withered big hand gently grasped the slowly rising blade, and at the same time, a gentle voice also sounded.

The voice fell, and the night darkness with a somewhat solemn face suddenly fell silent, the little hand was slowly lowered, and the blade also slowly fell, and finally the luster of the cold blade was hidden in the metal scabbard of the cylinder, and it suddenly looked extremely ordinary.

Seeing this, the old man smiled slightly, and then looked around, his palm waved slightly. "You all stand down first, the witch sacrifice is a matter of great importance, and you should not be negligent, go down and prepare. ”

"Yes, Grandpa!"

Hearing this, the surrounding clansmen all responded, and then respectfully retreated, in the funeral fire tribe, the status of the old man is obviously very special, with an extremely respectful status, everyone has a kind of blind worship and admiration for it, even those children.

The old man is the oldest of the Burial Fire Tribe, and more importantly, he is the witch envoy of the Fire Ancestor Witch, a continuator of faith, and has an extremely high status in the tribe.

When everyone was leaving, the old man turned his head slightly to look at the night, and patted the latter's back with his big hand dotingly, with an indescribable look in his cloudy eyes.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with your body lately. ”

"Well, with the suppression of Ah Gong's 10,000-year-old fire crystal, it is estimated that he can hold on to this period of time after the full moon. Night Shadow whispered, his tone unchanged, his face as calm as ever.

"It's hard for you. Looking at the expression on the young man's face, the old man also sighed deeply, and looked at the latter's gaze, full of pity.

"Don't blame me. ”

"Ah Gong, you saved the life of Hades, and it is necessary to sacrifice for the burial of the fire tribe, I understand. Ye Ming stepped forward lightly, grabbed the old man's sleeve with his small hand, and said slowly, there was a strong respect for the old man in his voice, maybe in his eyes, the old man was his qiē.

I don't know when I lived here, but I only know that in my memory, the old man in front of him has an extremely important position, and it has always been the old man who has spent time with him in these years.

Because of physical reasons, Ye Ying rarely interacts with the people of the tribe, and has spent the past few years alone, except for cultivating in the Buhu Mountain is going out to hunt for food, and the only person who can really communicate with him may only be the old man in front of him.

"Well, tomorrow is the day of the witch worship, so don't go out and go to worship the fire witch together. The old man whispered, and then his cloudy gaze slowly closed.

Looking at the old man's appearance, Ye Ming also bowed slightly, and took out a red light cluster from the beast robe with his palm, which was the fire crystal that had captured the hundred-year-old fire spirit python inside the Buhuo Mountain before.

Carefully placed the fire crystal in front of the old man's stone table, looked deeply again, and then turned slightly and walked towards the other thatched house.

At the same time as the night was gone, the old man's gaze woke up again, and his deep gaze looked at the back that was getting farther and farther away, speechless for a long time, and there was a trace of helplessness in his old face.

"The disaster of Chiyou has still begun, and the sky is going to destroy my great wilderness?"

This article is from the book king novel