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Chapter 378 The Origin of the Severed Finger

The mountain god that sprang out from the body of the white-haired monster made Chen Xiaofan at a loss.

Obviously he is dead, he is condensed into a ball with the black soil, sleeping forever, why is he still alive?
The power of poison can be seen firsthand, and the power of corrosion can be feared.

"Little Holy Master, I saved your life when it was snowing heavily. Now that you release the little old man, we are friends."

The old man said with a smile, Chen Xiaofan's heart fluttered.

Who is your friend? You sprang out from the corpse of the white-haired monster, who dares to be your friend?
But he also discovered the problem, and saved his life when it snowed heavily.

How do you explain this?

Chen Xiaofan didn't leave, his divine power didn't feel threatened, and he wanted to find out what was going on.

"I don't understand what you mean, who are you?"

The old man laughed coldly when he heard Chen Xiaofan's question.

He pointed to the body behind him.

"That's my physical body. I was sealed thousands of years ago, and I was suppressed on the holy mountain with a severed finger."

"My body wanders unconsciously in the world."

"You pulled up that small temple, took the severed finger away, and then you broke the seal and saved me."

Listening to his words, Chen Xiaofan thought in his heart, if this is the case, there are still nine severed fingers on the top of the holy mountain.
He looked at the old man in surprise.

The old man smiled.

"That's right, there are still nine people who have been suppressed on the holy mountain, and they are all members of my clan."

Dare to feel that ten white-haired monsters are still being suppressed on this remote holy mountain?

At the meeting of the Twelve Gods, everyone wanted to find the white-haired monsters and capture them. Now it's over.

There are about ten white-haired monsters on my own mountain, so I don't need to catch them, they just live in my hometown.

"Who suppressed you here? What is the purpose?"

Chen Xiaofan expressed his doubts.

This is the key point, who has such a strong power, and it is Bai Maofinger who suppressed them, what is going on?

"That's a good question."

The old man's tone became a little excited, and he raised his eyebrows.

"In a hundred thousand mountains, ten of us are as powerful as the twelve gods now. Who else do you think can catch us and suppress us?"

Chen Xiaofan shook his head, not daring to guess.

"Of course it's the one above you, the master of the song."

Chen Xiaofan was shocked, but he thought calmly.

"Isn't it a white-haired finger that suppressed you?"

After speaking, the old man looked at him and smiled without saying a word.

Chen Xiaofan realized that something was not right.

"The Lord of One Song is of the same race as you?"

He couldn't understand, as the head of the gods and the boss of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, how could he be of the same race as them if he wanted to kill the white-haired monster?
"You are right, he is indeed of the same race as us, but he is a traitor."

"Thousands of years ago, the Hundred Thousand Mountains were controlled by our ethnic group, and all other ethnic groups are our affiliates."

"But my family will transform every July when the moon is full, and we can't control our body and consciousness. We will turn into wanton monsters of destruction. That is a defect hidden in our blood and cannot be changed."

"But there is a strange person in the group, he can control his body on a full moon night, keep awake and powerful."

"So he moved his mind and wanted to monopolize the control of Shiwan Shenshan."

"In July of a certain year, when the people of the tribe turned into confusion, he moved his hand, cast a blood curse, and sealed all the people of the tribe."

"Then you will know that he has become the master of a song and the master of a hundred thousand deep mountains."

The old man's words were calm and indifferent.

To Chen Xiaofan's ears, he didn't know how many bloody storms he had experienced in those years.

"He controls the deep mountains. Of course some people are not convinced, but the suppression of blood and strength makes it impossible for other ethnic groups to resist."

"Some ethnic groups couldn't accept that he was alone, so they withdrew from the forbidden area. Those people were called the fallen, that is, your ancestors."

Chen Xiaofan listened, he recalled the history that the old dean had poured into him, there was not such a thing in it.

But all the historical events do not explain where they came from or why their abilities appeared.

The age was too long, and he couldn't verify whether what the old man said was true.

But if what the old man said is true, then he rescued himself in Daxue Mountain and brought himself to the holy mountain. I'm afraid everything was premeditated.

Thinking of all the friends in the deep mountains being taken away by the white-haired monster, this is probably their plan.

"How may I address you?"

Chen Xiaofan asked him for his name.

The old man shook his head.

"I have been sealed for a thousand years, how can I still remember my name."

"Now I'm your mountain god, and I don't deserve a name."

He didn't want to say it, and Chen Xiaofan didn't force it, but he wanted to ask about another matter.

"I heard that the master of the last song wanted to arrest you, and I also heard that you took away my partner who was walking with me. Do you know this?"

"Yes, this is our plan."

The old man didn't hide it.

"You are the descendants of the ethnic groups in the forbidden land, and you have blood in your body. In these thousand years, you are the only ones who have not been domesticated by the Lord of One Song. Only you can save our entire ethnic group."

After Chen Xiaofan heard this, his face darkened.

"Why, we have to shoulder the task of saving your ethnic group?"

His voice was a little angry, the old man group was pulling them into the fire pit.

Hearing Chen Xiaofan's questioning, he was not angry and said calmly.

"Aura exploded in the outside world, and your eleventh district fell. Do you think there is only eleventh district?"

"In the previous time zone, only two survived. Those biological heresies and mutants, with your strength, can you survive?"

Chen Xiaofan was silent about his words. He thought that only the eleventh district fell, but he didn't expect that it had spread to the previous time zones, and there might be very few human beings left.

"The mountain was blocked by heavy snow. If our people hadn't brought you back, would you have survived? You would have died in the heavy snow a long time ago."

"You are descendants of the deep mountain group, and so are the people outside. The reason why they are dying outside now is because the Lord of One Song occupied the entire holy mountain and set a seal."

"Thousands of years ago, people could go outside the forbidden area at will. The desolation outside is full of wild beasts. It is a good place for the clansmen to hunt."

Chen Xiaofan couldn't be moved by these words, because the events of thousands of years had nothing to do with him, and his so-called ancestors had nothing to do with him.

He was alone, but with friends, he lived and died together, and he only wanted to live with them.

Of course, now we have to add Ye Xueer who is lying not far away.

The old man seemed to know that Chen Xiaofan couldn't be moved by these words, he just tried.

The life in the forbidden land is really different from them. They may have some similarities in blood, but their temperament is already very different.

Do not seek the same thoughts, only seek the same life.

"Since it's all your arrangements, can I meet my friends?"

Chen Xiaofan asked a question, the old man shook his head.

"They all have their own things to do."

"You won't be able to see them for the time being, but I can assure you that they are all right."

"One day, you will meet again."

Chen Xiaofan sighed, knowing that it is impossible to meet each other, everyone has been tied together by the white-haired group.

Aboard the same thief ship, apparently, their enemy is the Lord of a Song.

But with Chen Xiaofan's strength and divine power, what can he do?
Sighing and shaking his head, he felt uncomfortable.

"What do you want me to do? Unlock the seal for the rest of the tribe?"

At this point, the old man's face became a little serious.

"However, the trade fair will be held in a few days, and I want you to sell all the remaining nine severed fingers!"

"I will also bring you the flesh of my clansmen and sell them together!"

Listening to his words, seeing the fierceness in his eyes, Chen Xiaofan found it incredible.

"You want to betray your own people?"

The first few sentences are still talking about the tribe, and the last sentence is to sell them. This old man, is he smart?

"No, this is a strategy they negotiated and a sacrifice they are willing to make."

Looking at the old man doesn't seem like a joke, Chen Xiaofan thought to himself.

They're all lunatics, right?

(End of this chapter)