Sure enough, Xike, who had been silent all the time, took a step forward and pulled Feng Qiqi, who was already beginning to lose consciousness.
He grabbed Feng Qiqi forcefully, pulled up Feng Qiqi's trembling hands, and clamped them around the back of his neck.
"obedient."
This man, who seemed to have suddenly aged a dozen years after Chu Shan's death, controlled the struggling Feng Qiqi.
"No -! I don't want it!" Feng Qiqi saw this action and realized what would happen next, and he began to struggle violently.
However, he was already so weak that he had no power to resist Sike.
Xike stretched his hands back and grabbed Feng Qiqi's hands. The two of them pulled hands like they were playing tug-of-war. After a moment, as Xike exerted force, Feng Qiqi's hands were forced to rest on the back of Xike's neck.
Like a child riding on his parents' shoulders, Feng Qiqi leaned on his father's broad back.
He burst into tears.
The black lines gradually spread from his body to Xike's body.
This is what Siberia said, a means of passing the curse between blood relatives.
The transmitter can transfer his curse to others by touching the back of the neck of a loved one, thereby reducing the concentration of his own curse.
Xikta was forcibly pulling Feng Qiqi's hand to share the power of the curse with him.
…
As Sik delivered the curse, the shield above their heads began to crack.
The raging flames and scorching hot winds began to attack the group of people below.
Su Mingan, who was standing at the end of the team, turned around and raised the knife.
He swung the knife upward.
"boom--!"
The surging flames were cut open by him, and flowed out to the surroundings as if flowing through the sea.
The violently shaking space fluctuations were like a defense above, protecting the father and son who were passing on the curse. Su Ming'an stood under the vibration and heard Feng Qiqi's sobbing voice behind him.
“…Dad, I don’t want to…”
"Qi Qi, you are already thirteen years old this year, not a child anymore. When this disaster is over, when you return, you... must atone for your sins to all the dead members of your tribe.
We are the Zewan family, and we are tasked with protecting our people. No matter what... you must fulfill your responsibilities, and you must spend your whole life atonement for the surviving people."
"I will atone for my sins. I set the fire. Just let me die here... Why do you and mom have to stand in front of me? You are the real young patriarchs. I am just insignificant..."
"..." Xike closed his eyes.
The spreading black lines climbed up his arms. His condition was not good to begin with, and when he forcibly accepted Feng Qiqi's curse, his life was already coming to an uncontrollable end.
When he spoke again, his voice became hoarse.
"I am the young chief of the tribe," he said, "...but before that, I am your father."
He held Feng Qiqi's hand against the back of his neck and rode on his shoulders like a father letting his child play.
The big hand was clenched tightly, as if he was afraid that if he loosened it for a moment, the child on his shoulder would fall off.
"Qi Qi, I don't regret being born into Ze Wan's family. What I regret is... the backward heritage of the family... the sacrificial rituals, which prevented me from watching you grow up smoothly." He said.
"boom--!"
Su Mingan swung his sword again, cutting through the raging forest fire.
The black earth rolled up blood-red waves of fire, and the hot wind lifted his black hair.
He raised his head and looked at the low sky.
…
[Ming An. Dad does not regret his act of saving people.]
[But, I'm sorry, Daddy couldn't grow up with you. ]
…
"Sissi is innocent, but the tribe members will still be angry at her. You can't let her go back to the First Tribe with you." Xike said, "... From now on, you will be alone. You have to be good."
As he spoke, he gradually began to cough.
The dangerous curse and the pain that was beating like a drumstick slowly faded away from Feng Qiqi's body and passed to a broad and solid back.
Feng Qiqi was gasping for breath and crying. How could he not know how much pain the figure in front of him was enduring?
But he was too weak to move, and his hands were tightly wrapped by a pair of warm big hands. The hands were extremely strong, like an iron hoop that prevented him from leaving, and like a warm current that nourished his wounded body.
At this moment, the thought of atonement for his sins for the rest of his life flashed through his mind like a lightning.
...He wanted to abolish this backward sacrificial ritual.
He must...hate everything that brings curses and disasters. He must believe in the Hundred Gods and hate the Nine Gods.
He will... accept everything that is to be believed and denounce everything that is not to be accepted.
He wants to be consistent with the ideas of every tribe member——
He wants to become the most qualified patriarch.
Tears rolled down his face uncontrollably and he was a little out of breath.
When the last trace of pain in his body disappeared, and the power of annihilation completely spread throughout his limbs and bones——
He heard his father's gentle voice, trying to hold back the pain:
"Qi Qi, I will give you the name of Ze Wan's inheritance - Chang."
The father turned and looked at Sissi.
"Sissi, I will give you the name of Zewan's inheritance - the word Boer."
Sissi remained silent and closed her eyes.
She was much calmer than Feng Qiqi, who was crying bitterly. At this moment, she didn't shed a single tear.
In the Skyland, before parents pass away, they will give their children a new name.
This means that these children, who will be without parents from now on, must learn to grow up independently and abandon all their past weaknesses.
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