Chen Zhiqing rushed over, her steps light yet urgent.
As he approached where Ma Lihua and the others were, a familiar aura wafted towards him—the aura unique to the Jiuli tribe.
This aura instantly stirred up memories deep within him, and those past events about the Jiuli tribe surged into his mind like a tide.
He approached silently, like a ghost lurking in the darkness.
I took each step very carefully, afraid of disturbing something.
When he finally saw Ma Lihua and the others, as well as the words on the stone tablet, a complex emotion welled up in his heart.
Anger, yes, deep anger. This anger raged within him like a raging fire.
"Little brother, your taste seems a bit off!"
Chen Zhiqing silently repeated these words in his heart.
His eyes were fixed on the words on the stone tablet, which seemed like sharp blades piercing his eyes.
The inscription on the stone tablet was Yao Li's confession tablet, and its contents shocked him.
“I want to leave, for I am a sinner of the Jiuli tribe. I had an affair with the son of the high priest. When my husband went to war, I poisoned the beast he was riding, the Iron-Eating Beast, causing him to be captured due to his mount’s mistake. He was then torn into five pieces, resulting in the great defeat of the Jiuli tribe and their exile to the desolate land by the Yellow and Yan tribes. In order to atone for my mistakes, I will search for the most Yin place, gather my husband’s five pieces of flesh, and use my soul as a sacrifice to revive him and restore the Jiuli tribe.”
Chen Zhiqing sneered, his smile filled with mockery and sarcasm.
Things have changed, people are gone, mountains are high and rivers are wide.
The once glorious Jiuli tribe has now become dust of history.
Looking at the words on the stone tablet, he was filled with emotion.
The destruction of the Jiuli tribe seemed to be a predetermined fate.
The end of one era is often accompanied by the rise of another; this is a rule that has been set long ago and no one can change it.
He recalled the past glory of the Jiuli tribe.
The Jiuli tribe is a powerful tribe with brave warriors and advanced animal taming techniques.
Under Chi You's leadership, they conquered all directions, displaying their might and awe-inspiring power.
However, as time went on, conflicts and divisions emerged within the Jiuli tribe.
Yao Li's betrayal dealt a fatal blow to the Jiuli tribe.
Ultimately, the Jiuli tribe was wiped out by the combined attack of the Huang and Yan tribes.
Chen Zhiqing's thoughts drifted through the long river of history. He seemed to see those fierce battle scenes, Chi You's bravery, and Yao Li's betrayal.
"Why didn't you call me back then?" Chen Zhiqing couldn't understand.
He turned around and secretly watched Ma Lihua and the others.
Chen Zhiqing's gaze was fixed on Ma Lihua, his eyes revealing a strong possessiveness, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it.
"Pear Blossom, you are mine, no one can take you away, not even him."
His words carried an undeniable firmness, as if he were declaring his ownership to the entire world.
At this time, the search for Chi You's body still seemed to be inconclusive, but Chen Zhiqing unexpectedly found Chi You's head.
Beneath that ancient stone tablet lies a chilling presence—the head of Chi You, eyes closed and face deathly pale.
Despite having only one head, it exudes a powerful aura that commands respect.
Chi You's head seemed frozen in time, showing no signs of aging.
His pale face was like a thousand-year-old ice and snow, exuding a chill.
His eyes were closed, as if he were asleep or deep in thought, making it impossible for anyone to guess what he was thinking.
That sharply defined face still retained the majesty and domineering aura of the former war god, as if it might open its eyes at any moment and unleash another bloodbath.
Chen Zhiqing stared at Chi You's head, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.
This once mighty war god is now reduced to nothing but his head, buried by time in this desolate place. His brother, Chi You, was once so valiant.
I couldn't help but recall the history written in later generations, the thrilling battle that Chi You led the Jiuli tribe against the Yellow Emperor and the Yan Emperor's tribes.
Now, all of that is in the past, leaving only this lonely head to bear witness to that magnificent history.
Chen Zhiqing's thoughts drifted away, and he seemed to see his younger brother's heroic figure on the battlefield.
That tall figure, wielding his weapon, was like a ferocious beast, striking fear into the hearts of his enemies.
For the sake of the tribe, we are willing to pay any price.
However, fate was so cruel to him that he ultimately met a tragic end, being decapitated.
Chen Zhiqing sighed softly and shifted his gaze away from Chi You's head.
Ma Lihua stood quietly to the side, looking at the stone tablet, her heart filled with a strange feeling.
A gentle breeze blew by, bringing a touch of coolness.
Chen Zhiqing stood in the shadows and looked at Ma Lihua again, his eyes filled with tenderness and determination.
No matter what the future holds, he will always stay by her side and never leave her.
Chen Zhiqing looked at Ma Hehua lying in the coffin, a slight smile playing on his lips, a hint of mystery in his expression.
"Sleep some more!"
He spoke softly, his words seemingly containing some indescribable power.
After saying that, he gently blew a breath of demonic energy towards Ma Hehua.
The demonic energy, like a wisp of black smoke, slowly drifted towards Ma Hehua, swirling around her.
Ma Lihua stood to the side, a feeling of unease rising in her heart.
She always felt something was wrong with this place. Ever since the blue light disappeared and her searchlight ran out of power, there was no sunlight at all in the secret room.
Darkness enveloped everything, like a giant black hole threatening to swallow them whole.
The room was filled with a suffocating atmosphere, making it hard to breathe.
Ma Lihua's eyes searched around in the darkness, trying to find a glimmer of light.
However, she could see nothing but endless darkness.
Her heart was filled with doubt and confusion, not knowing what would happen next.
He looked at Ma Hehua again, his heart filled with worry for her safety.
What kind of impact will the demonic energy have on Ma Hehua? She doesn't know.
But she could sense a dangerous aura approaching.
Ma Linghua gripped her weapon tightly, watching her surroundings warily.
She knew that danger could strike at any moment in this dark, secret room.
She must remain calm and be prepared to deal with any situation that may arise.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and the dark, secret room was like a huge mystery.
Ma Linghua took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.
She knew that only by bravely facing the unknown could she find a way out.
"Once your mother wakes up, we'll find a way out and head to the capital."
"Grandma, I'll do whatever you say."
Ma Linghua seems to have made a decision; there are too many unexpected and unknown factors in this time and space.
If you want to go back, the only option is to go to the capital.
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