The inexplicable tremor in his body made Kong Hanan a little more sober.
He finally realized something was wrong.
Although the people around him didn't seem to eat and didn't care about death, there were always people in the team who disappeared inexplicably.
Moreover, there was something wrong with the way they occasionally looked at the people around them.
Occasionally, there was a fierce flash in his eyes.
Even when this group of people rushed in holding torches, they never showed such a look.
Kong Hanan became cautious.
He discovered that whenever someone disappeared, there would always be a group of people who would come up and embrace him. At this time, the ferocity in the eyes of the group of people was most easily noticeable.
They walked together, taking the lone person with them to the end of the team, like a group of people preparing to steal melons.
But before long, they will come back.
There were satisfied smiles on their faces.
They also communicated with each other. Kong Hanan listened carefully and could always hear a few greetings like "Have you eaten?"
This made Kong Hanan feel creepy.
Before I could think about it, I found myself walking in front of a masked person.
The man lay on the ground, howling miserably, his shoulders shaking.
Everyone in the black fog walked up and tried to pull him up.
But after eavesdropping just now, Kong Hanan was still a little frightened, so he hurriedly took two steps forward and helped the other person up.
The man took off the mask on his face and smiled at Kong Hanan: "Now, do you understand me?"
His voice is so nice that it makes people want to recognize him.
But Kong Hanan's mind was full of "Have you eaten?" and he was reluctant to acknowledge the other party at this time.
Although he couldn't remember who this person was, he just felt that this person was sick.
Kong Hanan remembered a sentence from his previous life.
A fool will always drag others into the area he is most familiar with, and then defeat the other party with his rich experience.
As soon as this thought arose, Kong Hanan's heart skipped a beat.
Who am I and how could I have a previous life?
Following this line of thought, Kong Hanan's eyes lit up.
"I still don't agree."
He remembered...
The masked man in front of you is the leader of the tribe and the controller of the army and sacrifices.
It is Emperor Yan Ting, the supreme commander of the Ghost Kingdom.
And I am in the other person's illusion.
The people in the black fog are not human...
But it's a ghost!
The Emperor Yan Ting in front of him was full of doubts.
"Aren't these good..."
A smile appeared on Kong Hanan's face.
"But these are just fantasies."
Emperor Yan Ting didn't expect that Kong Hanan had regained consciousness, but since that was the case, there was no need for him to pretend anymore.
He stood up straight, and the ghostly shadows around him began to surge into his body.
"Although it is a fantasy, it can be achieved through hard work."
Kong Hanan sighed.
"Whether you achieve it or not, you still can't change the fact that you are a coward."
As more and more ghosts poured into his body, Emperor Yan Ting's aura of pressure became apparent.
"coward!?"
Kong Hanan nodded firmly.
"coward."
"As a leader, you can't meet the needs of the tribesmen, not even ensure that everyone has enough food to eat. You can only satisfy the demands of the strong and confuse them by leading them in dance."
"You can't guarantee a better life for your people, so you can only use death to try to satisfy yourself."
"After they die, they no longer have to suffer from fatigue, but the law of the jungle still exists in places you haven't noticed."
"Will death really change anything?"
"So, in the final analysis, you are shirking your responsibilities as a leader, and using your leadership abilities to confuse them and make them indulge in your ideas. You are still a coward."
Emperor Yan Ting was about to refute when Kong Hanan interrupted.
"But that's not why I disagree with you."
This piqued Emperor Yan Ting's interest.
"Oh? What's the reason?"
Kong Hanan smiled.
"The reason is that you didn't let them choose for themselves."
"They sang and danced to follow you in life. They had no choice."
"After death, bewildered by the mist, they still have no choice whether to be reborn or continue your conquest."
This illusion seems to be a reincarnation, but it is undeniable that Kong Hanan has been washed by this fog many times, so he gradually got lost and even had the idea of entering the black fog.
After entering the fog, they were quickly assimilated.
This black fog was very similar to the fog Kong Hanan encountered when he entered the Ghost Kingdom before.
Hou Qing was not honest at all and said that it was the seal of Hou Tu.
But if you think about it carefully, there are still flaws.
If it was Hou Tu's seal, why didn't it stop the undead from continuing to expand the Ghost Kingdom, but instead guided the undead through the cold winter and heat, through the rocky mountains and deserts, through the waters that had never been seen, to the capital of the Ghost Kingdom?
"Isn't it the chief's job to control the tribe's military power and guide their behavior and thoughts?"
Emperor Yan Ting asked with a frown.
"Let the stronger ones obtain more resources. Isn't that how your underworld works?"
Looking at Emperor Yan Ting, whose aura was becoming increasingly fierce, Kong Hanan was not afraid at all.
"It's the chief's responsibility to do this for the stability of the tribe, but you should at least clearly explain to them the pros and cons of doing so."
"They are willing to live, and can live well through their own efforts. They are willing to die, and can choose eternal silence or conquest after death. This is the world you, as a leader, should create."
"As for letting the strong hold the right to speak..."
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