"It's like a mantra."

Gan Duo waved his hands and pulled out a pure wood-spirited aura. The faint green light wrapped around his fingers, as beautiful as a small snake.

He said:

"Any monster who has achieved success in cultivation will appear in sacrifices and will distribute some of his divine power to the mortals of the tribe, such as the blessing of the great god Jingmo, which is the body of flames.

The hunters of the tribe can get entangled with fire without being burned. Talented people will even sense spiritual energy. If they are fire spirit roots, they may even be quenched by flames.

This blessing is not permanent.

It usually only lasts for half a year, and then waits for the next sacrifice to arrive.

But every blessing will make the tribe more healthy. We, the people in the Southern Wilderness, are rarely sick, and ordinary women have the strength to compare with you men in the East, which is due to this kind of blessing."

"Well, that's interesting."

Jiang Xia stroked her chin and said:

"No wonder Wusun, the hunter who had loyal to you, and those good hunters, were ordinary people, but they were strong in their roots and bones, just like the early body refiners.

I thought you people from the Southern Wilderness were born with a strong man, but they didn't expect it, but because they had received blessings from monsters for many years.

Can outsiders participate in this kind of blessing sacrifice?”

"You're thinking too much, boss."

Gan Duo was finally amused. The little fat man covered his stomach and said with a laugh:

"It is not the first monk who has your own thoughts.

But although the monsters are escaping from the world, they don’t know anything. They dare to play tricks in such sacrifices. Once they are exposed, the tribe’s weakness will be in front of them.

If you lose the protection of the big monster, you will be attacked and annexed by other tribes immediately. Even if your own people don’t hit them, it will be difficult for them to survive the rampant beasts and ghosts in the Southern Wilderness.”

"Okay, I'll just ask."

Jiang Xia was not angry, he installed bullets one by one on the magazine and said:

"What about the last sacrifice?"

"The last one..."

Gan Duo pursed his lips, and he sighed and said:

"It has nothing to do with the monsters. Boss, do you know why I am so depressed when I came home this time? It's all because of this last sacrifice that I have never liked since I was a child.

The last sacrifice is not available in every tribe, but is usually in the large tribe.

We people in the Southern Wilderness have no comfortable living environment than you in the Eastern Wilderness. If you want to survive in the Southern Wilderness, you have to fight against the heaven, the beasts, ghosts, and wars.

The people here are a bit savage.

But we have to be savage, too.

Conquests between tribes are very common, because the Damang Forest is so big, and the number of people it can raise is limited. If you take up a little more, I will be less.

But I was unwilling to lose my territory, so there was conflict and war.

There will be every year.

Those captured prisoners, people from other tribes, or those who were plundered on their own initiative, will be on the last day of the year, or after a big victory.

He was sacrificed to the God of War and asked for brave blessings.

Boss, you have never seen such a scene...but I will never forget it. I will take my heart out of my lungs, peel it to make a drum, and sacrifice it to flesh and blood."

"Is there a god of war in the southern wilderness?"

Jiang Xia blinked and asked:

"No monster can use this name, right?"

"This is the ridiculous part of the God of War sacrifice."

The little fat man closed his eyes and said sighingly:

"The children here know that there is no monster like the God of War in the Southern Wilderness, but this kind of sacrifice continues, and it is simply meaningless killing.

Back then, after my mother's tribe was defeated by my tribe, 30% of the men in her tribe were sacrificed.

Among them is my mother's brother and younger brother.

My mother was robbed into Long Xin until she was poisoned to death. No one was happy for a day, but the big monster she believed in had long disappeared. As a witch, she couldn't even protect herself."

"You hate this place?"

Jiang Xia reached out and patted the fat man on the shoulder, and he said:

"Then why didn't you say it earlier? This time I came to your tribe to do business, and I didn't have to come with you."

"It's fine."

The little fat man tried hard to smile and said to Jiang Xia:

"I must come back, and put my mother's spiritual position and some of my things together, and take them back to Moshuang Mountain. I will not come back in the future.

My mother, she wouldn't want to stay here even if she came."

"Um."

Jiang Xia patted the little fat man, stuffed his own magic gun into his hand, got up again, lay down by the car window, and shouted at the black leopard who had been running with the convoy on the roadside forest, saying:

"Hey, boy, do you know pomegranates?"

The black panther, who was running in the treetops, stopped suddenly and looked back at Jiang Xia, with doubts in his big eyes. Then, it nodded again and said in a vague tone:

"Pomegranate, know...the bragging king...has it!"

"I'm a pomegranate friend."

Lao Jiang shouted:

"Please give me some words to the monsters in front of you, don't let them block our way, okay? This is for you."

Jiang Xia raised his hand and a bottle of pill was thrown to the monster who had transformed into a black panther.

The latter's body suddenly expanded into a cloud of smoke, caught the pill, sniffed it again, then whistled, and turned into a black panther again, quickly traveling through the forest, heading further forward.

Lao Jiang smiled.
Chapter completed!