Monster Collector [Unlimited]

After a period of hypocrisy, Mo Qi finally understood what these people were thinking.

"The witch's blood is the key that can open everything. The fog is the blockade set by the mother tree, and it can also be opened by the witch's blood." The leading man whispered, "We must leave quickly."

The rest of the people also began to get emotional, they waved their arms, and there was only animal madness left on their faces.

"Their revenge has begun."

"This is a massacre of outsiders!"

"We have to offer a suitable sacrifice, and we have to kill the culprit!"

The teammate sighed, and glanced at Mo Qi who had already begun to rummage for escape props: "We have to keep up, the situation is not quite right."

Mo Qi scratched his head: "However, the villagers probably won't allow them to do anything to witches, right?"

So, the two rushed back to the village with this group of people. Unexpectedly, the road in front of the village was already full of residents before they reached the entrance of the village.

Men, women and children, all dressed in costumes, looked at the group of people rushing back with emotionless eyes.

It was about to fight, and Mochi was still thinking about how they knew they were going to sacrifice, but what happened next surprised him.

The villagers who came out did not intend to launch an attack. On the contrary, they spread out to both sides, staring at the group of outsiders who were completely insane as they entered the village, followed them, and began to sing songs that they could not understand in a low voice. .

Mo Qi was really a little panicked now, and couldn't help but turned his head and asked in a low voice: "What's the situation? Shouldn't they stop this group of lunatics? Those people in front didn't seem to notice that the situation is wrong here."

The teammates also frowned, and a deep sense of unease reverberated in his heart: "The mental value of these people in front has basically been cleared, they have no way to understand the correct world, and naturally they will not be afraid of the current situation. I just get the feeling that the villagers seem... happy to sacrifice witches."

The direction they were headed was the mother tree guarded by the tribe. The majestic and lush branches and leaves of the mother tree stretched in all directions unscrupulously, casting a shade for the village.

As if sensing the crowd approaching in the distance, the leaves of the mother tree began to shake, making a series of rustling sounds.

With a creak, the door of the house next to the mother tree that had been closed was opened.

The villagers behind them said: "The patriarch."

Patriarch!

This is the patriarch who has been hiding and is said to be not feeling well!

Mo Qi immediately raised his head to look over, and what he found next shocked him so much that he couldn't close his mouth: "Didn't it mean that the patriarch of this kind of tribe should be borne by a respectable old man?"

"He looks too young, visually no more than 30 years old, with strong muscles, and the patterns on his body were painted recently." Teammates analyzed, "Wait—"

He pressed one hand on his temple, and the acuity brought by his personal talent for detection successfully allowed him to see through the fog that enveloped everyone: "He is the missing tourist."

"Who?"

"The earliest backpacker who disappeared next to the mother tree," all the clues flashed through the minds of teammates, "maybe he was the patriarch from the beginning, or maybe he was the blood of the patriarch. Succession."

"Thank you for coming," the patriarch said at a glance when he saw the two people with incompatible expressions in the crowd. They must also be missionaries. "Welcome everyone to listen to my new patriarch's first speech under the mother tree."

A look of fanaticism emerged on his bronze-colored skin, and there was a strange green flash in his eyes: "Our family has been silent for too long, human beings are so arrogant and cruel, they occupy our territory recklessly, slaughter our descendants, The blood debt of more than ten years ago is still vivid in our minds, and the fire that soared into the sky that day, we will never forget it!"

"Never forget!" "Never forget!"

The crowd responded immediately, and the noisy sound came from all directions.

Mo Qi was a little frightened, even though his vision was not as sharp as the one beside him, he quickly saw the monsters appearing in the depths of the jungle through the constantly shaking branches and leaves.

"I think the mother tree also wants us to take revenge on humans," the patriarch's voice was soft and slow. "He just can't do what he wants. Let us use the sinful blood of the traitor to sacrifice the mother tree and regain the power of the jungle peak!"

His voice has a unique charm. When he speaks it, it quietly sneaks into people's minds, constantly agitating and provoking people's inner desires.

With these provocations, the number of bullet screens continued to rise.

"Oh, the last tasker may have a little bit of our blood, and he has a good ability to confuse people."

"The second world of the window show has finally reached its climax. I want to see Beauty Xie being sacrificed, hehehe..."

"Why is the one in front so bad! If you want to sacrifice, you will also sacrifice to us... Hehe... Wife..."

Being able to be rated as good by the well-informed audience in the barrage, the provocative ability of these few words has naturally reached a terrifying level.

Even Mo Qi, who had already used the mental stabilizer, felt a bit shaken, not to mention the villagers who trusted the patriarch very much, they almost fell into madness immediately.

"Sacrifice!" "Sacrifice!"

The shouts kept ringing, and they had already identified their goals——

"Let the witch's blood open the barrier of the mother tree, and let the traitor's son pay for the blood debt of the year!"

"The blood of a witch, the son of a traitor," Mo Qi chewed on these two key words, and gasped, "They don't mean Xie Changli, do they?"

"It should be." The teammate looked at the forest where the dark tide was surging, and there were already countless monsters starting to move inside, and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

As a result, in the next second, the patriarch Rang directly pointed the finger at them.

The man standing on the mother tree turned the wooden stick in his hand, pointed at the only two people standing in the crowd who were still calm and sober, and decided without hesitation to kill two of his competitors first.

"Blood contains the power of life, let them also contribute to the recovery of the mother tree!"

In the silence after speaking, Xie Changli and the two quickly finished exploring the opened cave.

Xia Shen still walked in front, but deliberately kept a distance from Xie Changli, leaving only a back view.

Du Ya hovered around Xie Changli contentedly, and even let out two muffled laughs if he couldn't hold it back anymore.

Where is it so easy to be a dog leg?The Xia Shen in front of me is just inferior.

"Be quiet." Xie Changli interrupted him, a little uncontrollable irritability.

Soon they came to the exit of the cave, and together with the bright sunshine, they were greeted by bamboo dragonflies suspended in the air.

It was the detector that Xia Shen released the night he planned to enter the jungle. At this time, it returned directly to Xia Shen's hands and listed some key information one by one.

"Now the forest is full of ambushes against you," Xia Shen shared the information with his companions at the moment without hesitation, "That backpacker is here to inherit the position of patriarch, and he plans to use your blood to sacrifice the mother tree, and then get The power of revenge. In addition, Mo Qi and my teammates have returned to the village ahead of time, and their blood will also be used as a sacrifice. Because what the mother tree needs is the power of life, and blood is the carrier of power."

Xia Shen touched the scabbard. If there hadn't been that conversation, he would have said something like I want to protect you right now, but now...

"I know you have a plan," he said, his eyes falling on the harmless vines climbing the woods, and falling on the shadows where the sun can't reach, "you never trusted those people in the village from the beginning. people."

"Yes," Xie Changli rarely admitted his plan openly. The vines followed his mood swings and wandered among the trees, like poisonous snakes lurking in the dark, ready to send a deadly attack to the overwhelmed prey at any time. One blow, "From the first day I came here, my vines have been ready for parasitism. It seems that these monsters are still under the control of the tribe. In fact, I can make them work for me at any time."

Xie Changli raised his eyes, looked directly at Xia Shen, who acted much more uprightly, and suddenly laughed in a low voice: "I can control the rest of the villagers at any time now, the fog is brought by the mother tree, and their blood is released for Sacrificing the mother tree may be the best way to break the situation."

For some reason, he suddenly had a bad idea, took a step forward, looked up at Xia Shen whose expression remained unchanged: "This is my plan."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, with uncontrollable malice flickering in his eyes: "Vines cannot parasitize you fellow missionaries, so I used cooperation as an excuse to make you sign an unequal contract and force you to become my property. An offering to the mother tree."

"Now," Xie Changli stretched out his hand, with his index finger lightly resting on Xia Shen's chest, "Do you still want to be fooled by my little white flower appearance?"

"No, you won't." Xia Shen also looked at him seriously. This cold, silent but keen man seemed to have the ability to see the background of a person's soul. "You wouldn't like to do this."

Xie Changli wanted to sneer, but the other party had already stretched out his hand and gave him an unreserved embrace with an open chest.

"You like to have friends, you want to be liked, and you want to work hard for something," Xia Shen easily hugged him into his arms, stroking his back one after another, as if comforting a fried chicken. Hairy cat, "You just don't like being out of control, you're just at a loss for strange feelings."

Say it like you know me well.

Xie Changli muttered inwardly, but his body had already instinctively relaxed, and in the end he could only tap the other person's shoulder bitterly to free himself from this overly warm embrace.

Xia Shen simply raised his hand in a gesture of surrender: "Sorry, I offended you."

Xie Changli held back a few words angrily, but couldn't swear under Xia Shenwen's gaze, so he could only change the subject, fished Du Ya down and tugged at his tail feathers: "Let's go, I can't wait to see It looks like the patriarch's plan failed."

Du Ya was dripping blood with heartache, but he could only be a doll obediently, and could only keep following Xia Shen with his eyes: Whoever messed with you, you go to him!