Chapter 195
"Is this the remaining person?"
Su Xingyuan stood casually aside, next to him was the only remaining elder of the tribe who looked depressed. Farther away from him, there were some children scattered around, watching him vigilantly.
He didn't care what these people thought of him. If it were an ordinary day, he might still have the patience to say hello - he thinks he is an easy person to get along with. But now that Siu Niño might find out something is wrong at any time... he wants to pursue efficiency more.
So after making sure that no one was left out, he nodded to the man and said, "You go ahead."
The man choked, a little aggrieved, but he had completely lost the courage to go against Su Xingyuan. He just lowered his head and said, "...He is from outside. He wants to choose a clan leader from among you."
After saying this, the man was shocked and realized that he had spoken out of turn - how could the clan leader be chosen by Su Xingyuan? He had told Su Xingyuan before that it should be chosen by the ancestor himself. Would Su Xingyuan find out that he was deceiving him? In fact, there was no possibility of letting the ancestor choose the clan leader now?
The man was so frightened that he dared not continue speaking. He subconsciously stopped his explanation and broke out in a cold sweat.
Who would have thought that the black-haired boy only looked at him with some confusion, and did not seem to notice anything wrong with his words, nor did he intend to take action. He asked intermittently, "Are you not going to continue?"
The man then breathed a sigh of relief and continued talking, unaware that he had actually been subconsciously obeying the black-haired boy's orders for some time.
"This lord's enemy is the greedy god. He has no ill will towards us... He just needs the help of the clan leader to enter the secret place."
The few remaining young men looked at each other. One of them calmed down, took a deep breath, stood up, and said in a somewhat stiff tone: "Si Ninuo came here to enter the secret place. How do we know the difference between him and that god? And..."
His eyes swept over the bodies of the tribesmen that were faintly visible in the passage: "...How do we know if he will cross the river and destroy the bridge?"
Hearing this, Su Xingyuan tilted his head slightly and actually began to think. However, he was not thinking about how to ensure that he would not do anything. Instead, he said in a vague tone: "So I look... the same as the guy with a snake head...?"
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The children who heard what he said not far away: "..."
No, how on earth did this person grasp the key points?
Fortunately, Su Xingyuan had not forgotten his need for efficiency, and quickly retracted his overly jumpy thoughts and said, "You have no choice."
The child who stood up pursed his lips and said, "But we can commit suicide... If there are no living tribe members, who can become the tribe leader? Then you won't have the key to enter the secret place."
Su Xingyuan laughed.
His tone was gentle: "Do you really think that you can kill yourself faster than I can?"
Although his tone was such that it was easy to let people down, the indifference and control in his words were frightening: "You are indeed pitifully weak. You probably can't even commit suicide in my hands. The only chance should be when Siu Ninuo arrives, but I think we can reach a consensus to control you first."
Since he had missed the best opportunity when Su Xingyuan just came out of the space corridor, Si Ninuo should not easily fight with him.
Moreover, since he is the kind of god who likes to think, he should be very clear about one thing, which is to clear away the unstable factors on the field before taking on a strong enemy.
Seeing that Su Xingyuan was so stubborn, the faces of several green names turned pale. However, the reason why they are green names instead of yellow names means that their moral bottom line is indeed higher than the average level, so much so that even when Su Xingyuan said such words, they still did not have the slightest intention of killing.
"Do you want to continue thinking about it?"
Su Xingyuan blinked his eyes and said, "You don't want to see the scene when Si Ni Nuo finds out something is wrong and chases after us, right?"
“…”
Compared to Su Xingyuan, these people were obviously more familiar with and disliked Si Ninuo, who was in cahoots with the elders.
In this comparison, no matter what Su Xingyuan's true personality is, at least he looks very pleasing to the eye.
"Come with me."
Finally, the brown-haired boy who stood up was silent for a moment, then turned around and walked towards another hidden passage.
"...Brother!" The girl standing not far from him shouted in panic, "You really have to believe him..."
"Keep up, we have no choice."
The remaining few green names looked at each other uneasily, but followed.
Su Xingyuan was following behind them, his eyes fixed on their backs, all kinds of thoughts flashing quickly through his mind.
It seemed that few of these relatively resolute and kind tribesmen were capable of taking on the leading role. The only one who could stand up and talk to him, the child who was currently leading the way, also seemed a little too naive. You have to know that their living environment can be considered harsh. If they want to grow up under such conditions, they should be more stable and mature in their words and deeds.
It seems that although the majority led by the elders may exclude and persecute these people, they have helped them to resist some external shocks and protected them to a certain extent.
If he was an ancestor, he wouldn't want to show up. It would be disheartening to watch. Anyway, it looks like it won't be passed down for a few generations, so just exterminate the clan. As long as they're not massacred by others, it's a normal ending. Besides, if Su Xingyuan’s idea is really followed... he probably has no feelings for the so-called "descendants" or "tribesmen".
Besides, he has always liked single-player games.
By the time he sorted out his thoughts and came out, the person leading the way in front had already stopped. He looked up and saw an area covered in fog.
“…Huh?”
Su Xingyuan blinked.
This piece of mist...why does it feel so familiar?
This mist was not like the ones used by monsters or enemies in the past to hide their bodies. Instead, it was like a layer of hazy gauze, dividing the area here and the opposite area in different depths. Even light could not pass through this layer of mist, and it seemed to be completely absorbed when it touched it.
And when the player is about to pass through, a line pops up saying "This area has not been unlocked yet."
Maybe it will be the texture of an air wall?
Su Xingyuan was thinking casually while watching the tribesmen who had consciously lined up and touched the mist one by one, then folded their hands in front of their chests as if praying for something.
——However, when the remaining fourteen people had all tried and there was no reaction or movement in the mist, their emotions became visibly tense.
Su Xingyuan said as they wished: "No one was chosen?"
There was no sense of joy or anger in this voice, but to these tribesmen who were waiting for their own end, it was more frightening than the clearly visible anger. Because they don’t know at any second, the knife hanging over their heads might fall.
The air almost froze. The cold sweat on the man's forehead was about to drip into his eyes, but he didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe it.
Su Xingyuan: "Then let me do it."
The man subconsciously said, "Yes..."
Man: “…” Wait.
man:"???"
Let, let him come?
What is he here for?
Looking at Su Xingyuan walking calmly towards the mist, the man's eyes became more and more confused.
He wouldn't think that a foreigner, who had killed so many of his own people, could get the approval of his ancestors!
Su Xingyuan placed his hand on the layer of mist that formed the barrier.
What's more, the ancestors never appeared at all, and the remaining consciousness may have long been -
The mist dispersed.
The black-haired boy blinked, looked at the mist that dispersed in front of him, which was only wide enough for him to pass through, tilted his head slightly, smiled and said, "It seems... successful?"
There was silence all around for a moment.
The man's eyes were almost glued to the dispersing mist, and he murmured in disbelief, "How is it possible... Impossible, are you one of our tribesmen who are stranded outside?"
But if Su Xingyuan is also a member of the tribe, he should be able to sense it!
Compared to the chaotic thoughts running through his mind, the others didn't think so much. They even breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Su Xingyuan succeed. They bowed their heads obediently and said respectfully, "Chief."
This is actually the best outcome for them.
Anyone else who becomes the clan leader or holds the key to the secret place may be killed due to the human's possessive mentality, and the chances of the remaining clan members surviving the other side's hands are also very pitiful. After all, if you are going to do something, you have to do it thoroughly. Looking at the appearance of the black-haired boy, you know that he will never be soft-hearted and leave himself with trouble.
But now the clan leader is the black-haired boy himself. Perhaps, because of their respectful attitude and the little bit of connection created by this identity... he can show mercy.
Su Xingyuan did not go in immediately, but turned around and said to the man with a smile: "You come."
The man gritted his teeth, slowly walked to Su Xingyuan's side, and tentatively reached the place where the fog had dispersed.
However, just as his hand was about to pass through the barrier, the mist suddenly closed again, and with a suppressed scream, the man's palm was cut off at the root and fell on the other side of the unclear mist.
The intense pain made the man sweat all over his body again. Bright red blood gushed out along the cut artery like a fountain, splashing large patches of blood on the ground. He quickly lost temperature and the pain of the blood flowing out made the man's vision blurred.
In this blurred vision, he saw that the black-haired boy's gaze did not linger on him at all, but just lightly swept across his broken hand and then fell on the barrier. Then he seemed to smile.
"Now," the clear voice that belonged only to the boy sounded briskly beside his ears, "You can use the props and call for Siu-Ch'ien Nino."
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