Su Mingan turned around and saw a young woman with black braids.
"Teacher Fang?" Su Mingan recognized this woman. She was the teacher who had been giving sweet potatoes to Siber. "Is this also your relief area?"
"Yes. After all, without the subsidies from kind-hearted people, it would be difficult for these exiles to survive in such a harsh environment."
Her smile is pure, easily reminiscent of the independent women in the 1970s and 1980s, wearing black braids and blue-black work clothes.
"I have to go back to the First Tribe later." Teacher Fang said, "The succession ceremony for the young chief has been moved up, and I have to go back to participate."
"Succession ceremony?" Su Ming'an was a little surprised: "Didn't they say that Feng Chang would succeed the clan leader in fifteen days? This date is advanced?"
"Yes, perhaps Lord Feng realized that this war will be more difficult." Teacher Fang said.
Becoming the clan leader ahead of time, Feng Chang can use some powers that he couldn't use before. For example, he can force other guides to help him kill others, or activate the latent power of the Hundred Gods in him.
Therefore, Lord Feng would deliberately hold the ceremony in advance.
Su Mingan understood that this succession ceremony must be the key point of the plot.
"Can I go with you?" Su Mingan asked.
"Tomorrow? Okay." Teacher Fang smiled.
"Su Mingan." Lu Shu called from behind, "It's getting dark."
Su Mingan turned around and walked towards his house.
But at this moment, he suddenly raised his head.
"call--"
He heard a violent gust of wind.
The shade of the trees began to tremble, and the dark shadows began to shake.
The temperature seemed to be rising all around.
Not only him, but even Teacher Fang and the people around him felt it. They looked up and suddenly saw two figures floating from above, holding blazing white swords, like gods.
The two figures were rapidly enlarging and seemed to be falling rapidly.
"What is that?" Yamada-cho poked his head out: "Did Panson jump too big?"
"Swish!"
Two loud bangs.
The temperature rose suddenly.
The people watching immediately felt a strong discomfort, a kind of discomfort that comes from being suppressed by a superior.
Two figures with white flames all over their bodies, Dian Si and Mizushima Kawaseong, landed on the open space. Dian Si narrowed his eyes and looked around.
"——I actually discovered another gathering place for people whose curses are on the verge of exploding." Dian Si looked at the simple gathering place of the dozen people as if he was looking at insects and garbage: "You are obviously dying, but you still covet the warmth that does not belong to you, and eventually become the parasite source of the curse. It's really sad..."
He raised the sword in his hand, his face serious: "I will help you end all your suffering."
Teacher Fang's hands were still frozen on the corn, and she hadn't reacted yet. The people around her were also frightened and turned pale.
The scorching, white-hot sword that was like a guillotine was lifted high from the ground by the dean, and was about to swing down -
"etc."
Suddenly, a hunched, thin figure walked out from the crowd.
The old woman coughed and walked in front of the people.
Dian Si stopped moving and looked at her: "Oh, I almost killed an innocent person. Old man, the curse on you is not on the verge of erupting yet. You are different from these people... Go away, don't stay here, or I will kill you by mistake."
The old woman had no black curse marks on her body. In this small gathering place, she was the only one whose curse was relatively stable. She came here only for her son.
But she did not leave because of the "innocence" and "amnesty" spoken by the official.
Like a line of defense, she opened her arms to protect the people behind her.
She raised her head slightly: "Great Guide, these people... when they are on the verge of death, they will end their own lives. Please, in their last few moments, let them go..."
Sweat slid down her skinny cheeks, and in her cloudy eyes, the godly, powerful and perfect figure of Mizushima Kawashima was reflected.
She looked extremely dirty and tiny, like an ant standing in front of the sword of judgment.
"Naive!" Dian Si laughed, his laugh was very ironic: "How naive! I know too well what kind of desire for survival humans will have before they die. We are a group of creatures who can do anything to survive! Taking the initiative to end our lives before the curse breaks out... That's simply unrealistic!"
"I will help them." The old woman drew out her dagger: "... before that, I will help them put an end to it all."
"--ridiculous!"
Norii looked like he had heard the funniest joke, he turned and looked at Mizushima Kawaseong.
"Adventurers, watch out. For these evil people, what we need to do is... purify their evil."
His hand was raised high, and the sword in his hand was blazing.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the side:
"——Mizushima Kawaseong."
Mizushima Kawashima was slightly stunned.
She turned her head and her pupils constricted when she saw Su Mingan.
Beside Su Mingan, a man in a long robe with a very arrogant attitude took a step forward, raised his head, raised his hand, and pointed his palm at her——
"Retreat!" Seeing this, Mizushima Kawashima immediately shouted loudly and turned around and ran.
She had originally come to Su Ming'an to inquire about her sister's whereabouts, not to fight him to the death. Looking at the situation, he clearly wanted his guide to take action directly.
She had heard that Su Lin's guide was the second-ranked Feng Chang, her guide was the third-ranked Dian Si, and Edward's guide was the fourth-ranked Michael. So, there was no doubt who Su Ming'an's guide was. She was not someone who would put her life in danger, and there was no benefit in fighting here.
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