But my uncle ignored him.

At this time, Jimo's voice came from above his head again.

Depressed, resentful, whispering like ghosts and gods.

"No living!"

The elders of the clan who looked very familiar to Gong Xiqiu were now like puppets who had lost their minds and knew how to kill. They obeyed Jimo Can's orders and showed scarlet fangs to Tang Guo. This scene was extremely unfamiliar to Gong Xiqiu.

Some of the teeth are even cold.

"You—actually blasphemed the dead?"

This strange method is not without it throughout the mainland, but it is mostly the soldiers who died in battle and voluntarily stationed on the border. When the border barrier is in trouble, they will do their last part to the safety of the country. But this is not the case for these tribesmen!

Jimo Can said indifferently: "They are fighting for you."

Gong Xiqiu was stunned.

Jimo Can: "It is their obsession to keep you alive."

Every time a clan member dies, the high priest will hold a soul requiem ceremony, burning the remains, and guiding the souls of the clan members to return to the embrace of the gods. Every time this ritual is like this, the clan members will smile. In their opinion, this is not death but a new beginning.

And these tribesmen who died on the night of extermination...

He has not experienced requiem... Gong Xiqiu didn't understand it either.
Chapter completed!