Chief don't slap in the face

"Great Chief!"

Elena and her party rushed over.

"prophet!"

Xia Ye wanted to get up.

"Don't move, just sit down!"

Elena ran over, squatted beside Xia Ye, first took out some herbs and fed them to him, then pressed her right hand on the wound, using witchcraft to heal him.

The others greeted in unison with a respectful attitude, even Xiboya was no exception. The corpses all over the way along the way proved Xia Ye's heroism and fearlessness.

Even the toughest iron-blooded hawks have to admit that Xia Ye is extremely good and saved everyone.

"Great Prophet?"

The Mountain Ghost Great Prophet glanced at Elena, and the last bit of persistence was rapidly weakening. A great prophet of a tribe is the embodiment of wisdom, and will give people a natural sense of oppression.

"That gas bomb is very powerful, who invented it? I want to see him!"

As the herbs entered his throat, Xia Ye immediately felt a lot more comfortable. This kind of poisonous gas, without the right herbs, can be cured by witchcraft, but it takes time.

Hearing the admiration in Xia Ye's tone, the Great Prophet straightened his back, with a smug look on his face.

"You? I don't believe it!"

Xia Ye shook his head. He deliberately provoked this guy. He could tell that this old ghost liked to show off very much.

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"That's with ebony wood oil..."

After the Great Prophet said something, he closed his mouth vigilantly. Oops, he was almost fooled. In fact, Xia Ye's reasoning was correct.

This old ghost has lived in the Longque Mountains for 50 years since he became wise and became the Great Prophet, but the longer he lives, the more he will be tortured.

Throughout the tribe, only I can speak and think, while the other mountain ghosts, even kings, only know how to eat, drink, sleep, and mate.

For decades, there is not even a single person who can talk to each other, who wouldn't go crazy?What's more, the great prophet is the first person in the mountain ghost tribe who can speak. He really wants to let humans know his wisdom, which is as bright as the scorching sun in the sky.

This is why the Great Prophet loves to show off, he is so eager to show off his wisdom.

"Do you want to go out? See human society? Taste human food and wine?"

Xia Ye is persuasive and persuasive.

The Great Prophet didn't speak, but the look of surprise on his face revealed an expectation that even ordinary female warriors could see.

"Become my slave, and as I conquer the world, your name of wisdom will spread throughout the entire Eastern Continent, and you will be awed and feared by many tribes!"

Xia Ye deliberately exaggerated and promised a big cake, otherwise how would the other party take the bait?

"Would you trust a mountain ghost?"

The Great Prophet stared at Xia Ye, trying to see through his heart.

Death on one side and slaves on the other, idiots know how to choose, but the Great Prophet is not sure if Xia Ye is lying to him.

"So, I want you to be my slave!"

Xia Ye didn't hide anything.

"Why didn't the chief lie to him?"

"What's the use of this kind of mountain ghost? Just kill it!"

"That's right, everyone almost fell into his hands, so hurry up and hang yourself down!"

The female warriors didn't understand what Xia Ye wanted to do. If they were slaves, even if they caught some savages, they would be better than this mountain ghost, right?

"Even if this guy is a pet, isn't he too ugly?"

Rem muttered.

Listening to the discussions around him, the Great Prophet noticed the contempt and disdain these women had for him, which made him very angry, but when he looked at Xia Ye's face, he fell into a wave of contemplation again.

Do you want to be a slave?

If Xia Ye said that he made himself his subordinate and entrusted him with important tasks, the Great Prophet would definitely not believe it, but the other party's frank face of wanting him to be a slave is actually believable.

"I let you be a slave because I don't trust you, but if you make great contributions to the tribe, you can be released from slave status, and even become a nobleman of the tribe!"

Xia Ye smiled sincerely: "I was born in a poor family, oh, I am a poor ghost, now I am poor and white, but I want to build a tribe, I may win the world, or I may die without a whole body, you are willing to follow me, to fight with the heroes of the world Do you want to compete?"

"Compete with the heroes of the world?"

The eyes of the Great Prophet lit up instantly, it was an ambition to prove himself.

"Xia Ye's scheming is terrifying!"

Seeing this scene, Eileen felt emotional, knowing that although the Great Prophet hadn't acknowledged it yet, he had surrendered in his heart and was willing to be Xia Ye's slave.

Xia Ye deduced the character of Shangui Great Prophet from some details, and then started from his desire to defeat him.

You must know that it is more difficult to make a person surrender than to kill him.

"Master, please allow me to offer my loyalty!"

The great prophet prostrated himself on the ground.

"very good!"

Xia Ye took out the Great Wilderness Book of Souls: "In order to prevent your rebellion, I need you to sign this contract, um, to draw the totem of your tribe!"

"it is good!"

The Great Prophet was quite blunt and didn't even ask what the contract was.

In a broad sense, even humans can become psychic beasts, so mountain ghosts are fine.

The contracts in the Bible are roughly divided into three types. One is soul symbiosis, that is, if one of the master or the psychic beast dies in battle, the other will die immediately.

Only those who have a life-and-death contract, and Zicheng, will sign this kind of contract. Although the restrictions are very large, after the contract is established, the souls of the two can resonate, and the combat effectiveness will be multiplied.

The second type of cooperation contract is equality, which can be signed at any time and terminated at any time without any restrictions, but the power caused by this contract is also the smallest.

The third type of contract is the slave contract, which is a complete one-way contract. The master can decide whether the psychic beast lives or dies.