Chapter 477: Killing Brothers and Fathers, Blood Debts Must Be Amortized (Part 2) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
Looking at the devastated ruins, Tang Guo felt as if a giant hammer had slammed into his head, leaving a buzzing sound.
But this lasted only a moment.
Instead, there was overwhelming rage.
His first words were a stern question: "Gongxi Feng'en, you unfilial son, do you know what you're doing?!"
For the first time, Gong Xichou no longer needed to hide his disgust for the courtesy name, and his face darkened instantly.
He replied indifferently, "Of course I know."
He immediately followed up with, "I'm seeking revenge."
He then mocked, "If it's about revenge, why not personally send the enemy away? Are you expecting to outlive him by beating drums and playing funeral music?"
“Revenge…” Although Tang Guo had a premonition, hearing it with his own ears was still unbelievable. He blurted out, “How could you? Did you remember everything?”
Although the occasion was inappropriate, Gong Xichou still frowned slightly—how could one or two people be so certain that he wouldn't regain his memories? So certain that they could trust him with their jobs? Could it be that something had happened to him that they didn't know about?
A thought flashed through my mind for a moment.
But now is not the time to think about these things.
Gong Xichou's silence was misinterpreted as tacit agreement.
Tang Guo looked at Gong Xi Chou with an almost fanatical gaze, an attitude that surprised Gong Xi Chou. He had killed Gong Xi Chou's own son, then murdered the King of Pigs who had bestowed upon Tang Guo endless wealth and glory, and also taken down two extremely powerful members of the Geng Kingdom's royal family…
Something's not right!
Something's very wrong!
Tang Guo's fervor didn't last long. As countless beams of martial energy, like shooting stars, approached Chengkang Temple, he regained his composure, while Gong Xichou had already launched the preemptive strike. He had just detonated his Martial Courage Totem, injuring his internal organs. He hadn't even fully grasped Tang Guo's strength yet, and wasn't very confident in a direct confrontation, let alone now, outnumbered by the enemy.
Furthermore, the elite troops he brought were intended to delay the garrison outside Chengkang Temple, but with the arrival of reinforcements from the foot of the mountain, the previously slightly advantageous situation instantly turned against the other side. At this rate, the entire army would be annihilated in no time.
Tang Guo did not summon any martial armor.
He raised his hand and grabbed the halberd that Gong Xi Chou was thrusting at him: "Gong Xi Chou, put it down now, and I will spare your life!"
"Are you dreaming?" But the next moment, he was hit by a tremendous force, and his body crashed into the deep pit of the ruins like a cannonball.
"That's a real shame."
Tang Guo usually appeared dignified, but when facing Gong Xi Chou, he always acted like a kind and loving father. Gold, silver, jewels, luxury cars, and beautiful women—he was willing to give them away as much as Gong Xi Chou asked for. As a result, rumors spread that Gong Xi Chou was an illegitimate child.
But at this moment, he revealed undisguised murderous intent.
Just being stared at by its aura is enough to make one tremble.
Gong Xichou wasn't greatly affected, but he did feel uncomfortable, which meant the old man was a level above him. He was about to scoff and mock him when Tang Guo casually uttered a truth that shattered his worldview.
"Then I'll have no choice but to kill you again. After all, an untamable tool is doomed to fail!"
Gong Xichou's expression suddenly changed drastically.
Her once rosy complexion turned deathly pale.
His eyes widened as he stared intently at Tang Guo, who stood high above him, if he wasn't experiencing tinnitus and hallucinations...
The other party's exact words were... How could that be!
At the same time, a series of fine, dense, needle-like pains came from my brain, and they became increasingly vivid and clear.
Familiar yet unfamiliar chaotic scenes flashed through his mind like a slideshow. Gong Xichou tried hard to distinguish between reality and illusion, but in a moment of distraction, he was pulled into a dark vortex by an irresistible force.
The stars are sparse in the night sky.
Although night had fallen, the summer heat still surged upwards from the ground. The little boy, who would usually complain about the heat, was now completely uninterested. He was lying helplessly on a thick, familiar back.
He could still smell the salty stench of blood mixed with sweat, and with each breath, a burning pain shot through his chest. He struggled to move his eyes and vaguely saw a pale green light screen rising above the tribal land.
On the screen of light, it appeared as if a python was swimming.
Further away, lights twinkled and footsteps echoed.
The panicked screams of the tribesmen could be faintly heard.
And then—
The back against his ear vibrated a few times, and his uncle's voice seemed to grow ever more distant: "A-Nian!"
Oh, it's my uncle.
He opened his mouth, intending to respond to the other party.
Gong Xichou couldn't remember how long it had been since he had heard his uncle's voice, but when he opened his mouth, instead of a joyful response, thick streams of blood, so sticky they could seal his lips together, flowed out without making a sound.
"No, A-Nian can't go on like this." It seemed to be a member of the tribe who had raised a hand to support him speaking, their voice urgent and anxious, cursing as they added, "They're inhuman! A-Nian is so young, how could they do such a cruel thing..."
If it weren't for the clan's most precious treasure nurturing Gong Xichou's body, this heart-wrenching injury would have killed him long ago.
But the situation is not optimistic now.
Ah Nian is still too young.
Even the most precious treasure can only protect him for a short time.
Immediately afterward, the uncle cursed: "Those bastards came to exterminate the clan, caring neither for the old nor the young! If I find out who betrayed us, I'll scatter the ashes of their ancestors for eighteen generations! You all protect the clan and retreat first; I'll take Anian to the altar."
But the altar...
The light barrier above their heads teetered precariously, and the enemies who had infiltrated the clan's territory and were wreaking havoc were close behind. Turning back to the altar now would likely mean certain death. But the uncle disregarded these concerns, his voice choked with emotion: "My sister just died, and now Ah Nian is going to die too..."
The sounds that followed were unclear.
A thick, sticky liquid kept flowing from his chest, unstoppable. Gong Xichou felt his breathing becoming increasingly difficult, as if what was being lost wasn't liquid, but his very life force. After a jolt, he heard his uncle shout at someone: "Get out of the way!"
As his body was laid face up on the altar, Gong Xichou used his last strength to open his eyes a crack. A blood-stained head rolled over and pressed against his face. The small black mole on the forehead looked just like his uncle's.
He rolled his eyes.
As the light curtain dissipated like mountain mist, the python that had been swimming within it breathed its last with intense resentment, turning into shattered stars that vanished into the wind. At that moment, someone staggered aside and kicked the round head away, spitting out a disgusted spittle.
[Even on his deathbed, he's still looking for bad luck!]
[Was he carrying a child on his back just now?]
One person said, "Given the self-destruction just now, even ten children would have been torn to pieces, let alone one..."
Is it all here?
[...the Gongxi tribe...265 people.]
Gong Xichou's consciousness sank into boundless darkness. There was not a sound or a ray of light around him, and his body continued to sink deeper into the darkness. After an unknown amount of time, a strange force lifted him and pushed him in the opposite direction.
Finally, the light dispelled all the darkness.
It stung so badly he couldn't open his eyes.
After he adjusted a little, he opened his eyes again and vaguely saw his much younger and more energetic half-brother sitting beside him, his eyes closed, his face slightly pale, and sweat dripping from his forehead. Most importantly—the other man was wearing the magnificent robes of a high priest used in offering sacrifices to the gods.
Oh dear, won't the old priest be furious?
Just as Gong Xichou was thinking about the pain of being hit on the buttocks by the old priest's wooden staff, he noticed that this person had a peculiar wooden staff lying across his knee.
He was certain—
If the old priest knew that some naive young man had stolen and worn these clothes, well, he would definitely be so angry that his white beard would fly wildly...
(￣︶￣)
I said, Ah Nian's knife is the lightest.
Oh right, on the 27th, I successfully advanced to four stars.
The next goal is to reach five stars within a year.
[By the way, Yingying also got neutered today, what a good day!]
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(End of this chapter)
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