Chapter 478: Killing Brothers and Fathers, Blood Debts Must Be Amortized (Part 2) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Despite the unexpected encounter with his unpleasant older brother that night, it seemed the latter had saved him. Gong Xichou tried to open his mouth, but even this simple action made him sweat with anxiety, and his lips remained completely still.

I don't know how much time has passed.

It seemed both very long and very short.

The elder brother, who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, exhaled a breath of stale air, released his prayer gestures, and his brows and eyes were filled with visible weariness, as if his energy had been drained away. The moment he stood up, the elaborate priestly robes draped over him melted away.

He revealed a scholar's robe stained with blood and scratches.

He raised his hand to probe Gong Xichou's carotid artery.

When he touched the fresh, soft, youthful skin, the strong, vibrant pulse of life surged from his fingertips, instantly dispelling his previous weariness. He seemed to be crying, but wasn't; he buried his face in Gong Xichou's arms, choking back sobs: "A-Nian..."

Gong Xichou could smell the blood and sweat in the other person's arms, as well as the salty liquid that dripped down his cheek and slid into the corner of his mouth.

His mind was a little muddled.

So, my brother loves me this much. Then why did he not see my eyes as eyes, or my nose as a nose before?

His body then became suspended in mid-air.

At that time, he was still a child and his adult brother could easily pick him up. There were sounds of enemies in the distance.

The entire territory was filled with the presence of enemies.

The elder brother, still dazed and confused, barely clinging to life despite massive blood loss, frantically sought refuge. Thanks to his familiarity with the tribe's territory and his own resourcefulness, he was fortunate enough to remain undetected. They eventually reached a plaza—the site of important tribal bonfires and celebrations, where weddings and funerals were typically held. Now, however, it was completely stained with blood, and corpses lay piled haphazardly.

Several earthenware urns were placed on the ground.

A glowing red charcoal fire burned beneath the earthenware urn.

The soup inside the earthenware jar was boiling.

Crying, screaming, groaning, pleading.

What should have been a place filled with laughter and joy was now a scene of carnage, as if the depths of hell had descended upon them. Gong Xichou watched this spectacle with excruciating pain in his eyes, his head feeling as if it were about to explode. Unfortunately, he couldn't utter a sound, not even a single syllable.

All the pain transformed into a maddened beast, rampaging, tearing, and roaring in his mind, unable to find an outlet.

Why!

Why can't he move?

Why can't he fight his way out!

Why should he see these things?

I'm going to kill you!

"Aaaaaahhhhhh—"

In reality, only a fleeting moment had passed, but for Gong Xichou, it felt like more than a decade had gone by. The seeds of hatred that had sprouted on the night of the massacre had not vanished despite his amnesia; instead, they gnawed at him in a corner he was unaware of, unable to dispel the resentment, absorbing hatred to grow into a towering tree. This power instantly broke through the restraints placed upon him, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

The hatred was finally released in this outburst.

Tang Guo watched as Gong Xi Chou's aura suddenly erupted. Even from such a distance, he could still feel a burning sensation that made his skin sting slightly. His martial armor transformed from solidified material into viscous flames, and beads of blood seeped from beneath his skin.

he……

I felt threatened with death.

no!

This brat must be killed as soon as possible!

Before Tang Guo could make a move, one of the reinforcements who had arrived first from the foot of the mountain suddenly let out a shrill scream. He turned his head and saw that his trusted confidant, who had followed him in battles across the country for many years, had instantly turned into a skeleton.

That human skin was so old that it had lost its luster.

this--

Suddenly realizing something, Tang Guo abruptly retreated, ordering the others to keep their distance as well. Gongxi Chou was now using a secret technique of the Gongxi clan to fight him to the death! He had witnessed this method before from other martial artists of the Gongxi clan.

This secret method is both tricky and tricky.

They're easy to deal with, which is to say they're easy to handle.

Because once the attack is truly launched, the target loses the ability to move nimbly, and once the target's lifespan is exhausted, Tang Guo will die without even lifting a finger. Sure enough, centered on Gong Xi Chou, all vegetation and living beings were drained of their life force at an incredible speed.

"Retreat again!"

Tang Guo gave another order.

Whoosh! A wooden arrow appeared out of nowhere, streaking through the air and piercing straight into Gong Xichou's chest.

Outsiders didn't understand what had happened, but Gong Xichou clearly felt the martial energy he had forcibly activated and burned within his body instantly solidify, and the bone-chilling cold made him shiver. Not only did his previously scarlet eyes regain their clarity, but he also suffered a minor backlash.

"Who did this?"

I clutched my chest, wanting to curse their ancestors.

"Gongxi Feng'en, is this how you squander your life?" A figure appeared in mid-air, one that no one expected. It was the King of Pigs' most trusted confidant! He was now clad in a strangely ornate priest's robe, holding a wooden staff.

The wooden staff was half-entwined with vines shaped like pythons.

only--

This person's face was as green as a vine.

Tang Guo's face was as black as mud from a stinking ditch. He recognized the attire; he had seen it on a hunched-over, gray-haired Gongxi man years ago. It was this old codger who had caused him such great harm.

Gong Xichou clutched his chest, so angry he was about to faint.

His memory had fully returned, and for a moment he didn't know whether to be moved by his brother's life-saving grace or angry that he had been interrupted and called him by that disgusting and shameful title of "By Grace." Gong Xichou took a deep breath and pointed at Tang Guo.

"Brother, if you still want to be surnamed Gongxi and a member of the Gongxi clan, then join forces with me today to twist this old man's head!"

As long as the other party agrees.

I am confident in myself.

The High Priest's abilities differ from those commonly known as "literary talent and martial prowess." The latter involves drawing upon the energy of heaven and earth for one's own use, while the former stems from the tribe's faith in the gods. The High Priest is the chosen representative of the gods, and his strength has always been considerable.

Although it's unclear why his elder brother, as the high priest, isn't in the clan's territory, forcing the elderly priest to take up his post with tears in his eyes, as long as he's the high priest, that's enough. The two brothers working together could definitely skin Tang Guo and his entire group alive!

To everyone's surprise, the elder brother simply raised his hand and set up a trapping formation.

His face turned a shade of brown, closer to the main body of the wooden staff, and he looked at Gong Xichou with an expression that suggested he was preparing to settle scores later.

"gem."

Gong Xichou asked, puzzled, "What?"

He said irritably, "My name is Can, Jimo Can!"

Gongxi Chou was still puzzled.

But, finally learning his brother's real name was a breakthrough!

ah--

Wait a minute—

Gong Xichou had long since memorized the family genealogy, and the clan had passed down the name for many years, with few people sharing the same name. In his memory, there seemed to be only one person with the name "Can," the companion of his elderly mother, the previous high priest—it seemed to be Ji Mo Can.

Gong Xichou was struck dumb as if by lightning.

The brother he thought was his mother's ex-husband was actually his mother's ex-husband.

Ji Mo Can's face darkened: "I'm your father!"

Gong Xichou: "..."

He was a little confused about the relationship.

Before he could ask any more questions, the ground shook violently beneath his feet. Tang Guo had used brute force to clear a path and break through the encirclement. He was fully encased in armor from head to toe, wielding a long axe. With each step, he left a deep footprint, crushing the sand and gravel on the ground into dust under his pressure.

Ji Mo Can glanced over coldly.

Gong Xichou: "Let's not talk about that for now, the enemy is the priority."

Ji Mo Can coldly snorted, "Step back."

Gong Xichou suddenly opened his eyes wide: "How can this be?"

I gave you a chance, but you were useless!

Gong Xichou: "...I'm useless?"

Ji Mo Can frowned impatiently: "You're in the way."

Gong Xichou: "..."

But then Ji Mo Can twirled the wooden staff in his hand, raised it, pointed it at Tang Guo, and looked at him with icy eyes: "The spirits of my clan's unjustly killed heroes have long yearned for your flesh and blood. Do you know what it means to pay for a blood debt? Go to the underworld—"

"All clans, heed my command!"

As soon as he finished speaking, crimson blood spread from beneath Gong Xichou's feet.

Familiar figures crawled out of the pool of blood, but they were no longer as vibrant as they had been in life. Their clothes were stained with blood, and their auras were no longer as lively as before; instead, they were deathly still and filled with resentment. He felt a slight panic and glanced around, noticing a mole on the forehead of the young man in the lead.

"uncle!"

He blurted it out.

But his uncle ignored him completely.

Just then, Ji Mo Can's voice came from above.

Low, resentful, like the whispers of ghosts and spirits.

"Leave no survivors!"

One by one, the clan elders whom Gong Xi Chou recognized very well were now like mindless puppets, obeying Ji Mo Can's orders and baring their scarlet fangs at Tang Guo. This scene was completely unfamiliar to Gong Xi Chou.

It even made my teeth feel cold.

"You—how dare you desecrate the dead?"

Such strange methods are not uncommon across the continent, but they are mostly the lingering spirits of soldiers who died on the frontier and volunteered to guard the borders, doing their last ounce of strength for the safety of the country when the border defenses are in danger. But these people are not like that!

Ji Mo Can said indifferently, "They are fighting for you."

Gong Xichou was taken aback.

Ji Mo Can: "Their obsession is to keep you alive."

Whenever a member of the tribe dies, the high priest holds a ritual to appease the spirit, burning the remains and guiding the soul back to the embrace of the gods. During this ceremony, the tribe members are always smiling. In their eyes, this is not death but a new beginning.

And those clansmen who died on the night of their extermination...

There was no requiem... Gongxi Chou didn't understand either.

Ji Mo Can said self-deprecatingly, "I cannot command them. Their dying obsessions have always been with you."

(End of this chapter)