dead child, ghost carrying coffin

After understanding the difficulties of the Kuteng tribe, Ghost Buddha Faceless hesitated even more.

Because he thought of himself before he was adopted by Master:

Five or six-year-old children live in the streets without support, with no clothes to cover their bodies and no food to eat.

I can only shiver in the cold wind every day... Occasionally, some kind people give me something to eat, and I am as happy as Chinese New Year.

Because he knows that he can survive another day, and he can live another day.

At that time, what he envied most about other children was that they were all loved by their parents, and one of them might not be warm, but he would never sleep in the snow at home...

It is also the sorrow of the weak, and they feel pity for each other.

Only those who have been exposed to rain know how to hold umbrellas for others.

Thinking about it, Ghost Buddha's hand holding the dagger began to tremble.

Under the unbelievable gazes of Panhu and the great shaman, they slowly retracted it.

Immediately, he kicked Panhu away, supporting the crumbling giant cocoon.

Ancestor Quan Feng just "lost Jingzhou carelessly", wandering around on the edge of life and death.

Now finally freed, temporarily lost the courage to fight again.

One flickered among the clansmen.

The warriors of the Kuteng tribe on the other side, seeing that their "second warrior" was about to return to the earth, temporarily lost their desire to fight, and slowly surrounded them.

The heart was pierced by a canine-toothed sword, and the giant cocoon's ability to survive until now depends on its strong physique.

But he didn't regret it, and still smiled at the ghost Buddha foolishly.

"Guang, brother bald, why didn't you just tie it down."

"This, this is good, I seem to have died in vain... No, but you didn't even take him with me, I'm very happy... You treat me like a brother... "

The simple appearance of the giant cocoon once again left the ghosts and Buddhas speechless.

Under the bronze mask, two lines of blood and tears flowed from Kong's eye sockets.

Down the pale face, dripping on the white snow.

At this time, the high priest shaman walked over slowly.

He didn't complain about the ghost Buddha's "female benevolence", but only looked at the cocoon sadly.

"Son, you are about to return to the embrace of your ancestors, but what else do you need your tribe to do for you?"

The giant cocoon shook his head slowly, indicating that he had no wish.

After slowly looking around at his own clansmen, he suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared wildly.

"Old dog, wait for me!"

"The great first warrior of the Kuteng tribe, the little monster, will definitely avenge me!"

After saying that, he spat out a mouthful of dark golden blood, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

At this time, the sad expressions on the faces of all the bitter vine giants became more intense.

With the cocoon and the sluggish ghost Buddha as the center, they hold hands and form a circle, humming simple and desolate songs.

It is the ancient burial song.

The big shaman walked slowly to the side of Cocoon's corpse, and put his dry hand on his forehead with a kind face.

"Child, go at ease."

"The spirits of the ancestors will lead you along the path of glory."

"Revenge, we will avenge you! Take the enemy's head to pay homage to you!"

After finishing speaking, he took his hand away and cut a long wound on his left face.

Seeing this, the rest of the Kuteng tribe followed suit one after another, piercing their left cheeks and roaring in unison.

"The spirits of your ancestors will guide you along the path of glory!"

"We will avenge you!"

Sticking the blood of relatives with his hands and scratching his left cheek is exactly the "face-killing oath" of the Kuteng tribe.

From now on, no matter where the enemy is, the ends of the earth will definitely kill him!

There is absolutely no possibility of relaxation!

As an existence from ancient times, Panhu certainly knew the weight of such an oath.

Therefore, there is no longer any idea of ​​subduing the high priest.

After stabilizing the panic just now, he walked out from among the kobolds with a smirk.

"Hehehe, just relying on a weak tribe like you who is struggling to survive, you still want to seek revenge from this ancestor?!"

"Daydreaming!"

"Besides, don't think that the best people will stand up for you. Now they are restricted by their own vows, and can only hide in the ancestral land, hahaha!"

Panhu's arrogance is in stark contrast to the grief and indignation of the giants, like a group of farmers facing vicious bandits.

Although the Kuteng tribe is not considered weak, they are not enough to look at in front of Patriarch Quanfeng.

And what they said was right, it would be difficult for people like these to take revenge on their own.

After all, the unexpected "sneak attack" just failed.

The best line is now......

At this moment, Ghost Buddha Wumian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his head and stared at Panhu coldly.

Panhu was terrified of being stared at by this "lunatic", and hurriedly concentrated on his guard.

"Ghost Buddha, what do you want to do?!"

The ghost Buddha suddenly laughed, his shoulders trembling and he was wanton and insolent.

He didn't pay attention to Panhu, but turned to all the bitter vine giants.

With a whistling sound, the devilish energy in his body surged, reaching the sky.A giant grimace formed in the air.

The Buddha of Tears floated in front of the grimace, making it even more strange.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie, wait and listen!"

"This seat swears in the name of the lord of all demons: From today on, the Buddha will not save you, I will save you, and the sky will not protect you, I will go against the sky!"

"Now, I will help you fulfill the promise, and avenge the cocoon by cutting Panhu into pieces!"