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In the largest stone building of the First Tribe, Chief Feng walked up to the corridor on the top floor.
He looked outside and saw that the sky was covered with dark clouds and there was not a single ray of sunshine.
The poisonous rain with a strong pungent smell fell down, corroding the bumpy ground.
During the natural disaster, poisonous rain fell from the sky, and the fiery liquid fell on people, corroding their skin and bodies. Only the temporary barrier could withstand this poisonous rain.
He continued walking and pushed open the door. An old man with black lines all over his body was lying on the bed.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the old man tilted his head slightly, revealing an old face tortured by pain.
"Feng...Chief." The old man spoke in a hoarse voice.
Director Feng's expression remained calm as he sat down beside the bed.
"Is it already useless? Great Elder," he said.
The elder smiled bitterly and twitched his lips:
"I...had another dream last night. I dreamed...your father and your mother were looking at me with hatred. Your grandfather...he scolded me, saying that I did not properly uphold the dignity of the First Tribe..."
Feng Chang listened quietly without saying a word.
“Young Patriarch, I have always regretted this…” The Great Elder stretched out his hand. His hand had turned completely black and the skin had begun to rot, like a rotten black banana peel.
"...I regret that I shouldn't have been so superstitious about the oracle. Now, you have indeed proved that the succession ceremony does not require pushing people into the magma.
It is indeed my belief... It has made me so ignorant and stupid in my life. I have become a useless person who takes advantage of my age. I have devoted my whole life to Lord Baishen, but I can't even stop Sissi who is in league with the evil god..."
He coughed, and there seemed to be twisted, thread-like substances flowing under his skin.
This is a sign that the curse is about to be suppressed.
The curse is a time bomb in the body of the people of Dome Land. When the time comes to explode, no one can stop it.
Watching others die at regular intervals has become a numb daily routine for the people of the Dome Land.
"Hold on for a while longer, and don't let the curse take over your body." Feng Chang said, "At least, I want you to see the moment when I win the final victory in the Hundred Man War."
The elder shook his head:
"I... can't hold on any longer. The pain brought by the curse is not only physical destruction, but also mental torture. The more I resist it, the more it will erode my mind..."
“…”
The Great Elder's eyes became somewhat unfocused, and his pupils gradually dilated.
His mouth moved slightly, and a very small voice floated out from his lips:
“I still remember… this dome of land, what it looked like before Lord Baishen descended.
Lord Locke...your omnipotent grandfather, when he ended his life, he did the same as me. Before he died, he took care of everything, then lay on the bed, letting the curse erode him, and waited for death peacefully...this is the fate of us people in the Dome Land.
Fate cannot be resisted. The curse is part of our blood. It connects our hearts and bones. Only by death can we escape the shackles of our blood...
Unless you can really wipe out the evil god, it is all the curses and disasters that he brought. "
“Kill…” The Great Elder’s pupils kept trembling, like a touch of lime in his eyes: “…Kill Xixi, kill the evil god’s followers…”
Until his death, his wish was still to kill Siberia.
This desire was rooted deep in his heart and could not be erased even by death.
Director Feng looked at him and said nothing.
The Great Elder suddenly started coughing violently, dirty blood and black mud flowing down his chin.
"Today... you will inherit the position of young patriarch. You still have a lot to do. I shouldn't leave you here..." The great elder said, and then waved his hand: "... Go away, go away, stay away from me. The future of the Sky Land... is in your hands."
Feng Chang slightly turned sideways, as if he was about to leave.
But before leaving, he glanced at the dying elder again.
"I went to the underground passage yesterday." He suddenly said, "I...saw the remains of a laboratory and found a few family letters written by others."
The Great Elder opened his eyes and looked at him, his expression fluctuating slightly.
"'God-making Project'." Feng Chang said, "Lord Baishen... is he a product fabricated by outsiders?"
"——You are the one who witnessed the arrival of Lord Baishen five years ago and saw Him turn into the sky and die." The Great Elder stared at him intently: "You are the young patriarch of the Sky Land. You are the only one... who cannot doubt the authenticity of Baishen."
"..." Captain Feng tightened his fingers.
He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and after a moment, stood up.
"I'm leaving."
He took one step at a time and walked towards the door. The ominous and cursed aura behind him became heavier and heavier.
He knew that once he left the house, he would never see the old man behind him again.
The great elder Feng Si Ze Wan, the strongest man in the skyland, maintained the ruling status of the tribe for decades when the first tribe was in a period of transition. He worked diligently all his life and lived for the inheritance of the tribe and the worship of the hundred gods.
But at the same time, this person forced Siberia to jump into the lava to sacrifice to the gods five years ago, indirectly killing his parents and destroying his family's happiness.
He hated the old man, but he couldn't punish him. In fact, he was grateful to him for his protection.
Now, death under the curse is the end of this old man's foolish life.
...This is the most standard ending for the people of the firmament who believe in the Hundred Gods.
A sacrificial crown appeared in the chief's hand. He needed to wear this sacrificial crown when important events of the tribe occurred.
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