"Haha, Lao Tzu is back, hurry up and skin these yellow sheep and fat rabbits, I'm going to show you your skills!" Before he reached the entrance of the tribe village, the big tree's mouth began to move at full speed, and at the same time, he danced as if he had won a battle. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Several old women smiled and took the prey and praised it, but the eyes of the big tree stared at the girls in the tribe who were sewing clothes, and they were eager to say a few more words to attract their attention.

"Okay, it's important to get down to business, and then you can brag about your heroic battle with Ah Mei. ”

The big tree also knew what I was talking about, and after laying down his prey, he followed me to the sacrificial house.

"Where did you get this?"

The priest listened quietly to our story, his two fingers slowly twisting the black cloth, closing his eyes and thinking silently.

The tree and I didn't dare interrupt the sacrifice, but we didn't want to stay in this house. The reason is that the sacrificial room is full of ghosts, and there are only some skulls and people as far as the eye can see, or they are faint hedros of different colors, and I don't know what they are for; the most terrible thing is that in the corner of the room, there seems to be a round table, and nine very thick candles are inserted on the top of the table, and the candle oil flows to the unknown skull below, and the oily face, which looks hollow, is like a dark whirlpool, as if it can suck the eyes in.

"You two go back, don't tell the others, I'll talk to the chief. ”

"But what the hell is going on?" I couldn't help but ask.

The priest did not answer me, but sat there quietly. But the big tree pulled me by the sleeve and couldn't help but pull me out.

"You, you said you should go back and still ask there, ask a fart. It's weird to sacrifice this old man, so don't make a mess, and don't think about this. Let's take a walk and let you taste my craftsmanship to keep you full."

In the room, there was a slanted scar on the wrinkled face of the priest, and as the corners of his mouth squirmed, the scar seemed to come alive and began to dance.

"It's not a peaceful place here."

A few days later, I received an arrangement from the chief to go to a nearby mountain side puddle to collect aganon and loose leaf grass, which are said to have the effect of nourishing blood and reducing inflammation. This guy thinks that collecting herbs is the same as picking fruits, both of which are women's work, and he doesn't have the pleasure of archery, so he naturally doesn't go.

I hummed and went about my business, but there were still a few pebbles floating in the water, not to mention how comfortable I was. After playing, I walked into the stream with sweat and washed my face, and the coolness of the mountain spring water took away the heat, and I was happy!!

Why do you feel that the corners of your mouth smell a little fishy?

When I looked closely, I was frightened, and a faint trail of blood flowed slowly in the stream, winding upwards to the mountains.

I was full of cleverness, put down the herbs, touched the long sword in my hand, saw the hard bow on my back, took off the bow again, and took a sharp arrow off the void, feeling more steady, and then slowly walked along the stream.

Climbing over the high slope, you will see a small waterhole with slight ripples, but on the edge of the waterhole, there is a half-sitting person.

Drawing the bow and arrows a little, I nervously walked forward to take a look. This is an old man, who doesn't look very old, but definitely not small, with tattered black clothes on his body, his hair is scattered, and he can't see the specific appearance clearly.

"Young man, don't be nervous!"

Suddenly, this hoarse sentence made my nerves tighten, and I almost shot the arrow. I steadied a little and moved closer.

"Who are you? Why are you here? How are you hurt?"

"I was originally a missionary, I came from the border of the Carter Empire, and I was going to the southwest to spread the gospel of my Illuminati religion, who knew that I encountered robbers on the way, but unfortunately I didn't have enough mana to influence them. ”

"And they made you look like this?" I asked, looking at his tattered and torn clothes, not convinced.

"No, I met a brown bear on the opposite mountain a few days ago, and I knew that there was no hope of escaping, so I lay down and pretended to be dead. The God of Light blessed me and kept me from dying. ”

Although I didn't believe it, I was a kind person in nature, and when I saw such a miserable and wounded old man, I couldn't bear it, so I ran back and took the herbs I had just picked, and after a little treatment, I applied it to him.

"Your wound looks serious, and if the wound festers, I have no choice but to go back and ask the elders of the tribe to see if they can help you heal. ”

The old man was constantly grateful to me, but he didn't seem to care about life, and kept saying that the God of Light would bless him, and that it would be a great honor if he was summoned by God after death.

"Then go and summon your god!!"

With a bang, a burst of white light and a huge roar, a big hole was punched out of my previous position, and what surprised me even more was that the old man in black was standing a few meters away with my waist.

Was this old man injured, did he save me, how did he save me?

When I was still in a daze, the old man in black put me on the ground and said indifferently: "Even a few of you little guys, dare to come and kill me?"

In the distance, a dozen people suddenly appeared, all dressed in white, dressed in extraordinary clothes, holding weapons in their hands, or bows and arrows, or rods, or very strange round balls, but at first glance they were not ordinary, and they were inlaid with precious stones, which seemed to be sparkling and radiating various colors.

"What's wrong with killing you, are the sins you have committed still small?

It was this slightly hoarse voice again, and it was actually the words of the cold girl in front of her. Although she is smartly dressed and looks heroic, the attack just now was sent by her, and if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would definitely not believe it.

"Then you're going to kill this little brother too?"

This cold beauty seemed a little embarrassed and speechless. But a handsome young man next to him spoke:

"His appearance here is just a small episode, this is his life, if he can get rid of you, it will be regarded as his meritorious service, and he will naturally take care of his family. ”

What is this? Did I encounter black eating black? When I casually turned my head, suddenly the familiar scene appeared in my mind. Yes, it's the inner fragment of the old man's clothes in front of me, which is exactly the same as the one I took back that day. It turned out that they were the ones who made such a big battle that day.

"Hahahahahaha, you are still like this to save sentient beings, how can you change his life and my life?"

Before I could react, I was about to say a few words about not being involved in the grievances between you, when the old man in black grabbed his waist again and quickly fled down the mountain.

I was caught in my waist and couldn't move at all, only to see the shadows of the trees falling backwards at an exaggerated speed, and there was a strong air flow around me, and the affected dirt, weeds, and branches were mixed on my body and face.

When I woke up, my whole body was sore, and my face was also hot and painful, needless to say, it must have been broken. Damn, where is this? A bonfire was burning nearby, and a figure was roasting two fat rabbits, looking almost cooked.

When I was stunned, the figure noticed that I was awake, and walked up to me, who looked a little frightened, and smiled and said:

"Little brother, I saved your life, and I am also fated with you, how about you join the Sect of Light and believe in the great God of Light?"