Chapter 339 Who else has an opinion?
"Why are you asking us to get out?"
At the tribal meeting convened by Dai Min, the chief of a large tribe excitedly raised questions.
Although Dai Min had already explained the cause and effect, "getting out" was the obsession of his Nabahai tribe, not other tribes. In other words, it was the obsession of Dai Min, who had truly seen the outside world, but this obsession was also reflected in the will of all the members of the Nabahai tribe.
People who have never seen the outside world cannot imagine what a normal world is like, nor can they imagine what life is like without having to worry about hunger or monsters. On the contrary, the concept of "getting out" is more like a gamble for them in a world that is already full of crises and dangers. Not everyone is willing to take the gamble, and there are many people who are content with the status quo - even if this status quo makes them painful and makes them feel insecure.
However, even though it is unimaginable, everyone has understood through generations that "going out" is a greater way to survive, not to mention the existence of Dai Min, a "living immortal", whose appeal is not low.
Therefore, most people were just struggling to digest the surprising and frightening news brought by Dai Min. Even if they had doubts, they were not about "going out". Only the chief of the tribe, whose size was almost as large as the Nabahai tribe, expressed his refusal so indiscriminately, and even tried to suppress Dai Min in the first place.
"You said we can get out if we can? We've been trapped in here for nearly a thousand years! If we could get out, we would have gotten out long ago!"
The tribe leader was a little too excited. He waved his arms and shouted, "Besides, how could anyone get in? Our ancestors have tried to use puppets before! Which one succeeded? The rift can even absorb spiritual consciousness! What's the use of puppets? Are they really saying they came from outside? What if they are the criminals who hid secretly as mentioned in the legend? "
The sinners mentioned by the clan leader were the disciples of the Sword Sect who were hunted down by the Sword God after he rebelled against the Sword Sect. The tribes in Beiji Liuzhou generally believed that it was the disciples of the Sword Sect who brought about such a bad living environment and brought about divine punishment. Therefore, everyone always called those monks "sinners".
Of course, according to the legends passed down from generation to generation, those sinners were killed long ago, but there are always conspiracy theorists who promote some non-existent crisis, and some people, out of the psychology of educating children, promote something like "the sinners punished by God will capture and eat disobedient children." Over time, it doesn't matter whether those "sinners" really survived.
Dai Min's voice was not loud, but it could be heard clearly by everyone present. He asked in a deep voice, "Is it those people? Can't I recognize them?"
Many people did not realize until this time that the patriarch of the Nabahai tribe in front of them was not only the patriarch of a tribe, but also the most powerful cultivator in existence, and an "old immortal" who had survived before the disaster - even though his appearance looked no different from that of an ordinary middle-aged man.
The chief of another tribe could not help but argue, "Qitamu, your explanation is really unreasonable. Not to mention that Chief Nabahai recognized those people, if those criminals tricked us into getting out, what did they want?"
The emotional chieftain was the chieftain of the Qitamu tribe, who had been in office for less than half a year. He wore a more gorgeous outer robe than any other chieftain. The fabric had intricate patterns and patterns, and it seemed to have been found in the ruins of the Sword Sect. The whole piece of fabric was also cut very generously, and even had wide sleeves - this was extremely rare in the Tiangui Mountain where people were short of food and clothing. Even Dai Min was wearing a fur coat with sleeves and trousers.
But this outfit, which should have been full of vigor and vitality, turned out to be timid because he was a little afraid of Dai Min. He looked at Dai Min with some fear, who had a calm expression, but still said with his neck stiff, "Why don't you have any other plans? If he tricks us and kills us, can't he take away our land and food? Besides, it's been a thousand years, maybe he has already forgotten about it! And there are so many people! How could he remember coming here? Besides, we are all living well here, with food and clothes, and we have been living like this for a thousand years. If he says he wants to go out now, what if things get worse than here? Can we still come back?"
As he spoke, he lowered his voice again, and deliberately muttered in a moderately loud voice: "Who knows if they are trying to trick us into a blood sacrifice!"
These words sounded a bit serious, and the atmosphere around them suddenly became solemn. The other clan leaders didn't even dare to breathe.
The two people from the Qitamu tribe who followed over tugged at the sleeves of their clan leader, extremely anxious.
After a long silence, Dai Min suddenly asked, "Is Moragan okay?"
Moragan was the old chief of the Qitamu tribe. He was about three hundred years old. Even though he was in his twilight years, he was not dead.
The new chieftain was Moragan's great-grandson. He was not very old, only in his fifties. He was promoted to the position when Moragan's spirit was declining. The reason why Moragan promoted him while he was still alive was probably to help him consolidate his position.
"My great-grandfather..."
The young clan leader was somewhat confused by Dai Min's questions. After he started to speak, he stumbled for a long time without saying anything.
An old man behind him coughed twice and answered for him: "Thank you Nabahai for your concern. The old patriarch is still in good health. He even ate two extra pancakes yesterday!"
"Well, it sounds like he's still energetic," Dai Min nodded slightly, "Then let Moragan work harder for a while and choose a new successor!"
"What--"
Without waiting for everyone to react, Dai Min waved his hand, his eyes suddenly turned golden, and three illusory golden swords appeared behind him!
The long swords made a clanging sound that echoed in the sky and earth, and then they all flew towards the leader of the Naqitamu tribe!
"ah!"
In the blink of an eye, there was a scream, and the Qitamu tribe leader was nailed to the ground by three flying swords, without even a drop of blood.
His eyes were wide open, almost popping out, as if he was completely unable to understand his own fate, with a distorted expression of confusion and fear on his face.
Only the hands and feet were still twitching, as if making a final, unwilling struggle.
“This, this, this, this…”
The old man Qitamu, who had previously replied to Dai Min, was so frightened that he didn't know how to react. He kept saying "this" anxiously for a long time. He wanted to ask something, but he didn't dare to.
Dai Min no longer had the golden pupils he had just had. He simply glanced at everyone and asked calmly, "Which other tribe has any objections?"
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