Gong Xiqiu: "After all, he is a top young man in the fifteenth grade. He is only one line away from breaking through, so he is not that easy to die."

Jimo Can's rolling eyes became more and more obvious.

"Then you just need to cut off his head while he is unable to resist now? Should you wait for him to break free?"

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

This is very reasonable.

Until he cut off the annoying head with his own hands, Gong Xiqiu still felt a little unreal like a dream... Tang Guo was really dead? This seemed a bit too easy and abrupt. But the head was in his own hands, and it could not be an illusion.

"He...is he really dead?"

Jimo Can said: "Yes."

"Is it really dead?"

Jimo Can rarely be patient: "Yes."

Gong Xichou laughed with his head holding it and raising his arms.

"He's really dead!"

Turn around to celebrate.

"Great revenge is to be repaid! Hahahaha--"

I laughed for a long time and found that I was the only one who was laughing.

"Why don't you laugh?"

Jimo Can asked back: "Why do I smirk?"

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

Is this really the husband I chose?

Isn’t it said that the high priest is a person favored by the gods?

What is the aesthetics of the gods?

A mouthful of old blood choked in his throat, and his joy faded a little, but it didn't matter. Jimo Can didn't know how to celebrate, and he could share the news with his uncle and others. He killed the three masterminds of King Tao and the executioner Tang Guo...

It's also a relief for them.

But before Gong Xichou could speak, their bodies began to disappear from under their feet, and Gong Xichou rushed forward.

"uncle--"

The result was my uncle's patting his head.

"Our A Nian has grown up smoothly."

These words made Gong Xiqiu's eyes quickly turn red, and tears rush out, and Jimo Can just watch this scene coldly.

Whether it is him or these heroic spirits whose obsessions have not yet dispersed, their purpose today is never to kill Tang Guo.

It is just the elders who are under pressure to let the aggrieved junior vent their resentment over the years, completely remove the burden of extermination, and move towards the future with his head held high and his chest held high. His life is not in the past. As for Tang Guo? His life is just a harvest.

"Uncle and the others--"

Gong Xiqiu looked at Jimo Can like a request for help.

Jimo Can said: "The obsession has disappeared, so you cannot force it to stay."

As he said that, the high priest's uniform completely faded.

"Then can you requiem them and send them back to the embrace of the gods?" Gong Xiqiu said with a little caution.

If he could, he would smile and send off his elders to the new life.

Jimo Can heard the word "rest", his expression was weird and helpless. He didn't say no, but he didn't say yes: "Come with me - I just said, take down Tang Guo's head, and I will tell you the truth. But I'll say yes, don't regret it."

Gong Xiqiu cheered up.

Looking back at the place where the elders disappeared.

"You said that, how could I regret it?"

The movements at Chengkang Temple have already alarmed the guards of the Gyeonggi. Gong Xichou and Jimo Can left this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Then, in a secluded rural wooden house, he saw the person Jimo Can let him see, but this person-

Gong Xiqiu looked at Jimo Can, then looked at "Jimo Can" lying on the bed, his eyes closed and his skin turned pale. His expression was a little flustered, and he kept exchanging between the two. A strong uneasiness surged into his heart, and he pulled Jimo Can backed away.

Close the wooden door with a snap.

Jimo Can silently watched his stupid behavior.

"Didn't you say you don't regret it?"

Gong Xiqiu was angered by his indifferent inquiry.

"What's going on here!"

How come there are two Jimo Can?

Jimo Can brushed away Gong Xichou, who was in trouble, pushed open the door and stepped in, and saw no stranger about himself in his expression. He stayed in the shadows in the house, looked back at Gong Xichou who was standing in the light: "I will tell you now."

"I don't listen! I just don't listen!"

Jimocan picked up a wooden stick.

He frowned and said, "Do you want to get beaten up in your butt?"

Gong Xiqiu was so angry that he couldn't suffocate himself to death.

Jimo Can sighed: "When will this matter start? It's complicated. I'm afraid that you can't understand it, it's simple, and it's also afraid that you will have a wrong understanding. Regardless of whether you understand it or not, write it down carefully and think about it slowly."

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

"Although I call myself 'Jimocan', in fact, I have long been no longer qualified to have this surname." Jimocan came up with a big thunder. "Many years ago, when your elder brother was still there, I took over as the position of high priest..."

"But I don't like it, but I don't know where I don't like it."

"Until leaving the clan land and seeing the chaos and cruelty outside, all the doubts in my heart were resolved, and I began to question the existence of the gods." Regardless of Gong Xicho's eyes, he continued, "The so-called Gong Xi clan's high priest, does a boring and useless thing every day, presided over the marriage and funeral of the clan and regulated the conflicts between the clan and the clan..."

"How can it be boring, useless and meaningless?"

The High Priest is his childhood dream!

Gong Xiqiu retorted unconvincedly.

Jimo Can ignored it and asked, "Have you ever thought about the fact that there are really gods in the world, why don't you look at the suffering of the people? The stars of thieves came from the sky, and hundreds of countries in the world have been conquered for more than two hundred years, and countless casualties have been killed or injured. Why are the people? Why are they suffering from living creatures? Did she listen?"

Gong Xiqiu was dissatisfied: "Why did she listen? She was only believed by the Gong Xi tribe, so why should she care about the demons and monsters outside who commit murder for the sake of human greed?"

Jimo Can asked again: "Since you have been admired by the Gongxi clan for so many years, why did you exterminate the clan?"

Gong Xiqiu was choked.

Jimo Can calmed down his expression: "... Since then, I began to doubt the existence of God. Even if she really exists, the Gongxi clan has the method of saving the world. The Wu Kingdom Gu disaster was only one step away from the unification of the mainland, and it was still a little bit long to be truly unified. It proved that this path can be taken, but if I took a wrong step back then, maybe I could achieve the goal! In this case, why do you have to live in a place, either singing or dancing all day long, jumping up and down like a wild monkey?"

Gong Xiqiu blinked and couldn't answer.

He doesn't think it's bad to sing and dance all day long.

The mainland is unified, what's the matter with their clan?

The source of the genocide disaster is the greed and greed of these monsters and monsters from the outside world, so that the whole clan can accompany you?

Isn’t the ancestors being punished and exiled because of these?

The Gongxi clan was originally a hidden clan.

Why is the hidden clan not hidden in the world?

What came to his mind: "But the high priest..."

The power of the high priest comes from faith.

Jimo Can shook his faith, but it was not good.

But what he didn't expect was that Jimo Can was not just shaken, but more serious: "After I Hui tribe, I suppressed my doubts until something happened, which made me completely determined. You should know that you still have a brother, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

Jimo Can missed: "He was sent to the altar to test his qualifications when he was six years old. He was fine when he went there, but something happened when he came back. I went to question the old priest, but I couldn't accept the other party's answer..."

This is the first time that Gong Xiqiu heard about the cause of his brother's death.

“What answer?”

Jimo Can said, "The gods are very happy."

Simply put, I liked him so much that I took away his soul and since then I became a walking corpse without souls.

Is this an evil god?

Others actually came to congratulate him.

He just found it absurd and disgusting.

But he could not vent his anger to his clan members. On one rainy night, he resolutely changed his clan clothing, cut off the name of his clan genealogy, and chose to leave without looking back. He would find a way to make the creatures in the world truly happy.
To be continued...