"Ding."

A soft sound sounded in my head.

[Hunting Quest Sequence] gives a hint:

[Prey Description: Hunt a demon beast, ground calf, prey level, fourth class. Do you copy their talents? 】

[Yes/No] (Gray)

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Xiao Han's heart was suddenly disappointed.

If the third upgrade is not completed, even if the monster is killed, its talent cannot be copied and the base number will not be increased.

It's a pity that this ground is a waste of such a good resource.

The two injured strong men stepped forward with each other and saluted respectfully towards Xiao Han.

One of them said in a humming voice: "Mansan thanks the hero for saving his life, if the hero does not dislike it, Mansan invites the hero to be a guest in the mountain devouring village." ”

Xiao Han was about to refuse, but he thought of one thing.

According to Danlao, the Shan Eaters are a mysterious ancient tribe that has lived in the Misty Forest for tens of thousands of years, with thousands of people living by hunting.

Since they have lived in the forest for so long, will there be spirit stones in their village?

Or know where to find spirit stones?

The opportunity should not be missed, Xiao Han nodded and said: "The two of you are seriously injured, if you encounter monsters and monsters again, you will definitely die, and I will escort you back to the mountain village and leave before it is too late." ”

After speaking, he looked at the strong man's corpse, "What to do with his corpse?" ”

"The people of the Devouring Mountain tribe feed on beasts, and after the death of the clansmen, the corpses are given to the beasts to eat, and the heavens are reincarnated, and his corpses are left here to feed the beasts." Mansan said.

Xiao Han frowned slightly when he heard this.

What kind of burial is this?

He didn't say much at the moment, but slowly followed behind the man and walked in the northwest direction.

After walking for about ten miles, I arrived at the place where the Devouring Mountain Clan lived.

Around a high black stone altar, thousands of men, women, and children gathered.

At the front of the crowd, there were three old men in white robes, all with solemn expressions.

On the altar, an old woman with long hair and a shawl in a strange costume shook a small drum covered with animal skins in her hands and danced a strange dance.

"Sacrifice!"

With a long cry from the old woman, a strong man carried the corpse of a fierce beast on his shoulders and slowly walked up the stone steps.

And as the strong man put the beast on a stone seat on the altar, under the altar, the roar suddenly stopped.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

…

At this moment, everyone seemed to be boiling with blood, all of them raised their arms high, and shouted hoarsely, and a frenzy that made people feel uneasy quickly spread.

Xiao Han watched this scene from a distance and couldn't help frowning.

It is normal for a barbarian people who mainly refine their bodies to sacrifice for their beliefs.

But it's fanatical.

Even if their limbs are developed and their minds are simple, the almost manic mood they show gives people an abnormal feeling, as if something is driving them to do so, and there is something wrong with their eyes and expressions.

There are a lot of kids out there.

They should not have such emotions even more.

Activating his divine sense, Xiao Han quickly discovered the clue.

The problem was with the old woman on the altar.

As she continued to shake the small drum in her hand, wave after wave of invisible power was emanated, controlling the minds of men, women, and children under the altar, making them fall into madness, and as if something had been taken from them.

It's like, exhale – inhale!

But after a closer look, Xiao Han found that this old woman, like the people under the altar, was actually controlled by some mysterious force.

And the control of her...

It turned out to be an altar!

It was some kind of power of the altar that controlled this woman, and then through this woman, controlled all the people of the Mountain Eater.

Xiao Han used all the power of his vitality to exert his divine sense to the strongest at present.

This time, he saw a young woman, twenty-four or five years old, dressed in red, with a bumpy figure, a beautiful face, and between her eyebrows and eyes, there was extreme grievance and full of fatal temptation.

The woman's location was at the bottom of the altar, ten meters below the ground, and an entrance to a passage.

At the moment, she is dancing.

And the dance she danced was exactly the same as that of the old woman on the altar.

Something that had been sucked from the crowd around the altar was wisps of it into a blood-colored bead hovering above the head of the woman in red.

What is this blood-colored bead sucking from the people's bodies?

Could it be that the beliefs of these Devouring Mountain Tribesmen turned out to be evil creatures?

At the same time that they sacrificed monsters, they also sacrificed something of their own?

instinct made Xiao Han's heart move.

"Phew!"

With a clear sound, the sword was unsheathed.

Chilly light flickered on the altar.

The unsheathed sword did not kill the old woman on the altar, nor did it kill the woman in red inside the altar, but only severed the connection between the woman in red and the old woman.

Before figuring out the truth of the matter, Xiao Han didn't want to go on a killing spree, so he let the woman in red disappear into the passage under the altar.

As she was leaving, the blood-colored beads entered the body of the woman in red.

Before the woman in red disappeared, she had a brief eye contact with Xiao Han.

It was such a short time to look at each other, which made Xiao Han's heart inexplicably have a faint chill.

What's the situation?

The ultimate grievance? Or is it a fatal temptation?

The old woman on the altar regained her sense of autonomy.

And under the altar, the crowd that fell into frenzy also quieted down in an instant.

Everyone was stunned.

It seems that he is all recalling the scene of Fang Cai, and then asks: What's wrong with me?

Xiao Han flew up and came to the altar.

"Who are you?"

The old woman asked coldly.

"Whoosh."

"Whoosh."

…

Under the altar, dozens of people flew up, went up to the altar, and surrounded Xiao Han.

The leaders were three old men in white robes.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Four young clansmen with a height of nearly two meters, strong fists, smashed directly at Xiao Han from four directions, half-exposed upper body, muscles knotted and transverse.

Shooting without asking questions is really unreasonable.

Xiao Han didn't move like a mountain, letting four huge fists smash into his body.

"Smack!"

…

Just listen to a series of rings.

The four clansmen who attacked Xiao Han with enough strength broke their wrists.

Even if the refining body is strong, how can they break the battle body of mountains and rivers?

This is fortunate to be Xiao Han's strength, otherwise, these four people would have been shattered by the attack power of the mountain and river battle body and turned into blood, water, flesh and mud.

If you want to shock the arrogant mountain devouring people, you will definitely not be able to show some real skills.

"Ahh

The four of them wailed in unison.

"Stop."

Seeing that Xiao Han could hurt four sturdy young clansmen standing still, an old man in a white robe with a white beard changed his face drastically, shouted, and said sharply: "Who are you?" Why did you trespass and devour the mountain tribe and hurt my people? ”