“Oh no!”
Situ Xuelian's expression changed slightly. She reached out and grabbed her puppet brother's arm, transferring spiritual power into it.
One of Situ Lianzi's hands turned dark blue, and the expression on his face became a little stiff.
The black part of his eyes disappeared completely, leaving only white in his eye sockets, which looked eerie and gloomy. At this moment, his eyes were filled with intense hatred and resentment, as if he wanted to kill all living things around him.
The puppet boy had long since died, leaving only resentment and obsession within his body. Normally, the resentment within him was sealed, leaving only a wisp of obsessive consciousness, allowing his pupils to remain clear and bright like a normal person's, allowing him to walk and run freely. However, he could not speak for himself. Every word he had said to Lan Tiao was manipulated by Situ Xuelian, and the expressions on his face were also manipulated by Situ Xuelian. Only now, after being unsealed, did his expression become real.
Situ Lianzi stared at his twin sister with his eyes, which only had the whites left, as if asking her why she wanted to kill him.
Situ Xuelian wasn't afraid of her brother's appearance at all. Instead, she turned to Lan Tiao and the others and explained, "Don't be afraid. My brother has practiced a rather evil technique. When he uses it, he becomes terrifying and loses his mind. But he listens to me and won't hurt you."
As she spoke, Situ Xuelian released her brother's arm and ordered, "Lianzi, go check the surroundings for any abnormalities."
The puppet Situ Lianzi's senses are different from those of ordinary people. Since he himself does not belong to the category of living people, he can go to many places that living people cannot go. His body is like a ghost, disappearing from the spot in an instant.
At the same time, Situ Xuelian turned on visual sharing, so that she could see whatever the puppet could see.
Situ Xuelian used one eye to observe whether there was any danger in the environment around her, and the other eye to pay attention to the situation on the puppet brother's side.
Through her brother's eyes, she saw a group of bronze-skinned people in the southeast of the miasma forest. There was a dark green teardrop-shaped pattern on their foreheads. The men wore simple trousers woven with black leaves and straw sandals on their feet. The women wore black leaf skirts dotted with a few blood-bright flowers. Their clothing style was quite natural and primitive.
The people in the lead had strange patterns painted on their faces with tree sap. The group walking in the middle carried a dozen unconscious practitioners on their shoulders. The people walking at the end held various weapons such as bows and arrows, axes, and hoes in their hands. These weapons were all made of wood and did not seem to have any lethality.
However, when one of the men with the axe passed by a tree and saw a palm-sized turtle on the tree, he casually chopped it with his axe. The wooden axe easily split the turtle's shell. When he withdrew the axe, the entire turtle shell shattered into powder and dissipated into the air...
The companion next to him laughed and said, "It's just a turtle, why did you kill it?"
"My axe hasn't seen blood in a long time. I want to kill anything I see."
My companion looked around and asked, "Do you feel like you're being spied on?"
"No, my perception is not as sharp as yours. Could it be that there are outsiders in our territory again?" The man holding the axe's eyes lit up, and he seemed very expectant.
At this moment, the man walking in front suddenly stopped and looked straight in the direction where Situ Lianzi was hiding.
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At the same time, Situ Xuelian turned pale and said, "Hurry up, leave here quickly, I've been discovered!"
Lei Zihe's face was solemn. He quickly took out a red veil and covered Situ Xuelian's head with it. Then he picked Situ Xuelian up and asked as he ran, "What did you see?"
Situ Xuelian spoke very quickly: "It's the sacrificial tribe! They've appeared!"
Although Lan Tiao and others did not understand what a sacrificial tribe was, they also understood that something bad must have happened in the Ci Guang Swamp, so they followed Lei Zihe closely.
Situ Xuelian said, "I've asked my brother to run in another direction to help us divert the sacrificial group..."
On the other side, Situ Lianzi was also running fast.
He took a step forward and his body appeared fifty meters away. When he ran quickly, his body was so fast that only a shadow was left on the spot. However, the people in the sacrificial tribe had no intention of chasing him. The man in the lead should be a high priest. The dark green teardrop-shaped mark on his forehead lit up for a moment, and then Situ Lianzi's body was fixed in place.
The mark between the eyebrows of the woman following the high priest also flashed twice. Situ Lianzi turned around and walked towards the direction of the sacrificial tribe with a dull expression, as if possessed by an evil spirit.
"Hmm? His eyes are pure white."
"This means that he was killed by his closest and most beloved blood relative and then went through a special ritual to become like this."
"I really like his white eyes, which are filled with despair and resentment. It might be nice to dig them out and keep them as a collection. But his family is so cruel. They actually killed their own blood relatives. They are so cold-blooded..."
"Use this puppet to find his family. It just so happens that our sacrifices this time are insufficient, and we need more fresh blood."
The people in the sacrificial tribe were communicating with each other. As they spoke, the green teardrops between the eyebrows of many of them lit up. Then Situ Lianzi's walking speed continued to increase, and he soon stood in front of them.
"Be good, follow the bond of blood, go find your master and bring your master here." said the high priest, the teardrops between his eyebrows emitting a light and clear glow like water, looking somewhat sacred.
Their race is called the "sacrificial race" by outsiders, but in fact, the real name of their race is the "Compassionate Race", or the Min Race for short. The entire race has believed in the "God of Compassion" for generations, and the teardrop-shaped mark is their totem. They believe that everyone should believe in gods and gain power by serving gods, and spiritual masters are "thieves" in their eyes, because spiritual masters have no gods to believe in, but can sense the spiritual energy between heaven and earth through various cultivation methods, absorb the spiritual energy for their own use, and thus improve their own cultivation.
The Compassionate People believe that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is bestowed by the gods, and only believers in the gods are worthy of possessing the spiritual energy. As for the rest of the people without faith, if they just live as ordinary people, then that’s fine. But if they become spiritual masters, then they are all thieves who blaspheme the gods and deserve to be sacrificed to the gods!
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