dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Elder Xuanyuan also saw Chen's embarrassment, and continued to talk about it with a smile...

The originally peaceful Mount Youdu began to change after the emperor disappeared inexplicably.

First, Houtu, the main god of Mount Youdu, disappeared, followed by the great god Tubo.

Later, the rain stopped, and the earth cracked and weathered under the increasingly willful blood sun.

Most of the vegetation dried up and died, and the whole world became what it is today as a desert.

Until one day a mysterious person suddenly appeared and called all the "Xuan Clan" patriarchs together.

The mysterious man said that the world is changing, and the only way to survive is to water the earth with blood.

The specific watering method is to kill each other in the "darkness".

Until all the living beings are no more than one out of ten, the outflowing blood will turn into blood rain and rain down from the sky to moisten all things.

The vegetation grows with this blood rain, and then feeds back many "Xuan Clan".

All the creatures here have survived this way for nearly ten thousand years, until now.

Although Elder Xuan Yuan spoke plainly, it can be said that every word contains countless lives.

This is thousands of years.

Just like when we read historical books today, just a few words are the life of a certain ancestor...

Chen Daji was stunned, and after a long time, he spat out two words: "Damn!"

"Then, how many people have you died over the years?"

"This is so ruthless!"

"Brother Monkey, is the 'darkness' you mentioned just like now, when the sun completely falls?"

Elder Xuanyuan nodded deeply when he heard the words: "That's it."

"So after the distinguished guests stopped us from killing each other, although we are grateful, we are also worried."

"If there is no death and no rain of blood to irrigate the earth, more people will die in Mount Youdu."

Speaking of this, all the elders of the "Xuan Clan", including the elder Xuanyuan, all expressed deep sorrow.

The old man of the Xuan Snake clan even said: "Didn't the distinguished guests find that there are no old people here except us old guys?"

"Because all the people of the same generation committed suicide every time there was 'darkness', and took the lead in shedding their own blood."

"I want to leave the chance of life to the young people."

"The reason why some of us old guys didn't take the initiative to sacrifice was just to pass on knowledge... Honored guests should know that the complete inheritance of knowledge is the most fundamental difference between intelligent races and beasts."

After the elders of the Xuan Snake Clan finished speaking, all the elders' faces became more sad.

A depressive and sad atmosphere enveloped the entire Xuanyuan territory.

The one who most empathizes with everyone is the cocoon of wickedness.

After all, the experience of the Kuteng tribe is very similar to them in a sense.

"Several uncles, have you never thought about taking your clansmen out of here?"

"We see that everyone is quite strong, the tribe migration should not be a big problem, right?!"

Elder Xuanyuan smiled wryly after hearing the words: "Dear guest, could it be that you have forgotten: there is no turning back after drinking Youdu water, let alone us who were born and bred here."

"Ugh!"

Looking at the elders of the Xuan clan who are like the elders of his own clan, the wicked cocoon feels uncomfortable.

"The great first warrior, you have to find a way to save them."

"They...they are so pitiful!"

Chen Daji is purely wicked, but kind-hearted.

Wen Yan nodded again and again: "You don't need to talk about Xiaocoon, we know!"

"Fucking watering trees with blood to feed others, who came up with such a bad idea, it's so wicked!"

"Worse than a wicked driver, having a son without an ass hole!"

Chen was just complaining, but the well-informed Zhang Shizu obviously thought more.

With a sneer, he said, "Major General, things here are not so 'simple'."

"Fight each other regularly, and only the strongest can stay. Don't you think this kind of practice is like raising Gu?"

"It's just that ordinary people raise Gu in a small container, and the time is at most one year. For black witches who have practiced, three years is the limit."

"But here, the whole world is used as a container, and it can be raised for ten thousand years... What a big layout, what a ruthless method!"

Outside the book: Who said the Dragon Boat Festival, the eternal rumor is Qu Yuan.It's ridiculous that the Chu River is empty, and it can't wash away the grievances of the straight ministers.

I wish all old and new friends a healthy Dragon Boat Festival!