Wu Jiu's head hung lower.

Wu hated to see his wretched appearance, and as soon as he came out, he was about to stand up and beat this weak guy again, but was hurriedly stopped by the men next to him.

"Chief, you dissipate your anger, don't be like Wu Jiu......! After all, he is the son of the previous high priest!"

"What a son of the Great Priest, bullshit!" It's good not to listen, but when he hears the witch hatred, he is even more angry, "The Great Sacrifice is because of this scumbag with that shameless human being that he will be ousted from the position of the Great Priest by the Elders, otherwise how could such a great person as the Great Priest ...... How could it be ......"

The more he spoke, the more angry Wu Hate became, and regardless of the dissuasion of his subordinates, he began to beat Wu Jiu violently again, Wu Jiu still held his head and said nothing, until he was dying and breathing less and less, and the furious Wu Hate was pulled away by his subordinates.

Yang Jian, who saw all this in his eyes from a distance, although he was somewhat sympathetic to Wu Jiu's experience, he didn't react at all.

There are so many questions here!

He had fought with this Wu Jiu, although his strength was not as good as that of the Wu Clan, but perhaps because of the human bloodline, his movements were extremely sensitive, and it was said that even if he couldn't defeat Wu Hat, he wouldn't have any backhand power.

But the fact is that Wu Jiu is just protecting his own vital points, and he has no intention of fighting back at all.

"Could it be that he has some trick to be seized by the witch, or is his half-blood blood being suppressed in the tribe?"

Yang Jian didn't know what happened to Wu Jiu, but he pricked up his ears even more seriously.

He had already heard a lot of secrets just now.

Like Wu Jiu's father seems to have been kind to the tribe, like Wu Jiu's father or mother used to be the tribe's great sacrifice.

In short, this witch tribe was somewhat mysterious, which couldn't help but remind him of the faint voice calling for him.

"Chief, what did the elder tell us to come out to find?"

At this time, seeing that the anger of the witch hated gradually subsided, one of his subordinates hurriedly tore a large piece of meat from the grill and handed it to him.

Wu Ha snorted, took a big bite, and saw that his subordinates, including Wu Jiu, all looked curious, and he said a little proudly: "It's not because of Wu Zi!"

"Witch?" exclaimed his subordinates, obviously the weight of this witch in their hearts was not low.

Even Wu Jiu was surprised and opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

However, Wu Hate saw that Wu Jiu, who had never had any expression against him, showed an unprecedentedly shocked expression, and couldn't help but speak even harder: "Hmph, don't you know, since the bloodline seal of the Witch God Temple was loosened, the elders finally went to ask the Great Sacrifice of the Witch Spirit under the persuasion of the old guy of the patriarch, and wanted the Great Sacrifice to help them calculate the whereabouts of the witch!"

As he spoke, Wu Ha's face became resentful again: "It's really hateful to think about! How ruthless these old guys were when they drove the Great Sacrifice of the Witch Spirit to the next position, but now it's good, if there is something, they will come to ask for the Great Sacrifice!"

When the words fell, he couldn't help but glare at Wu Jiu again.

But Wu Jiu still didn't care, just said eagerly: "Has my mother deduced?"

"You're embarrassed to mention the Great Sacrifice!" Seeing that Wu Hae was about to go on a rampage again, his men hurriedly grabbed him, and it took him a long time to calm down his anger.

"Wu Jiu, listen to me! If it weren't for you, how could the Great Priest be under house arrest, and if it weren't for you, how could the Great Priest help those red-eyed guys to deduce the whereabouts of Wu Zi?"

Wu Jiu's face turned pale, and his mouth trembled: "You...... You ......"

"Damn! that's what you think!" Wu Hate slammed his fist on the ground next to him, and the ground shook violently, "This group of hateful guys, and the patriarch of that shit, they are all crazy, and they even want to disobey the ancestral teachings left by the ancestral witch, I really can't wait to ......"

"Shhhhhhhhhhh

Wu Hate reacted, clenched his fists, and didn't say anything in the end, but he still bit the meat in his hand angrily: "No, the tribe divided us into several teams and began to look for the direction deduced by the Great Sacrifice!"

"I see!" all his subordinates suddenly realized.

Wu Jiu lowered his head in despair: "How can this be? How dare they disobey the ancestral teaching......s!

Syllable!

Wu Jiu raised his head blankly, and after seeing that it was Wu Hate who hit his head, he instinctively wanted to protect his head and lie on the ground.

"Damn! I'm angry when I see you like this!" Wu Ha saw that Wu Jiu was about to put on a resignation of "You kill me", and suddenly became angry, and began to beat up again......

And Yang Jian, who had been listening with his ears pricked up in the distance, was full of shock, whether it was Wu Jiu's mother who turned out to be the high priest, or the elders and patriarchs of this tribe seemed to be paying attention to what witches, it all showed that his judgment at the beginning was not wrong!

Not to mention the Witch God Temple, a place where there may be ancestral witch essence blood!

"At present, it seems that there is a high chance that this ancestral witch essence blood is in this witch temple! It's just that this witch temple seems to have some bloodline seal, so they are looking for the witch!"

After thinking about it, Yang Jian decided to stay put, at least follow these guys to find their tribe first!

After clarifying the plan, Yang Jian was not so anxious!

As time passed slowly, the night gradually fell, suddenly, Yang Jian noticed that the witch hated them and began to get up and act, so he hurriedly followed with a hidden figure, fortunately he is just a child now, in this grass taller than wheat stalks, he is easy to hide his figure, so even if he encounters a few more teams looking for witches along the way, he is still not found.

It was only after walking for a few hours that he stopped, for he saw through the grass a plain with buildings like yurts ten times magnified, and at the outskirts of which was a fence made of wood.

Forehead......

Let's talk about it as a tribe for the time being, after all, this can't be seen at the limit, and it's really hard for him to imagine how big this tribe will be!

Since there was no cover when he stepped into the plain, Yang Jian did not continue to follow, but waited for the night to get darker, and quietly touched it alone.

It's also strange to say that there is no scorching sun above the head of this flood battlefield, but it alternates day and night like a flood wilderness, although I don't know the specific time of each day and night, but Yang Jian estimates that it is not much different.

At this time, Yang Jian had already touched the vicinity of the tribe's gate and carefully hid behind a stone, he had to wait, at least until the time for the gatekeeper to change shifts or rest.

However, as time passed minute by minute, Yang Jian looked at the doorman who was still in good spirits, and couldn't wait to slap himself:

"Why am I so stupid! They are not the weak bodies of the human race, isn't it the same as playing for a few days?"