"Sorry, we were too excited." King Borhan landed in front of Li Ziyu and said embarrassedly.
"I understand you, but look at them. I will let you out more often in the future, but don't disturb the people living here." Li Ziyu smiled bitterly.
"Okay, I understand. I will tell them." King Borhan floated up again and returned to the team of dead souls to convey Li Ziyu's words to them.
The ghosts were naturally happy to have the chance to get some fresh air. They fully agreed with Li Ziyu's request, stopped gathering, and dispersed in the directions they were interested in.
After leaving the Mountains of the Dead, they can only appear at night.
Because they are pure souls, going out during the day is like playing with their lives. The sunlight can scare them to death, so during the day, they are worse than the undead and dare not leave the protection of the soul coffin.
The minotaurs raised their heads and looked at the scattered ghosts in the sky, and breathed a sigh of relief. The city lord was really effective. He made the ghosts retreat with just one word.
But when he had only exhaled halfway, he found hundreds of green lights flying towards him, and he immediately inhaled the remaining half of his breath.
This, this, this, how did this come over?!
Hundreds of green rays descended, transforming into the appearance of ghosts. The minotaurs were stunned. This was... the ancestor?!
The hundreds of ghosts that descended upon the Tabu tribe were actually hundreds of minotaur ghosts, which surrounded all the people in the Tabu tribe.
"Hey, little guys!" A very tall and majestic minotaur with horns like a buffalo waved at them.
The minotaurs of the Tab tribe raised their hands stupidly and waved in response. Everyone was stunned.
You may not believe it, but the ancestors we usually worship appeared in front of us and greeted us.
The minotaur's ghost was very happy that he could see his fellow tribesmen after death. He had been waiting for countless years, and it was great to see his tribesmen alive.
His figure floated and came in front of the people of the Tab tribe, but he didn't get too close, for fear that the cold death aura on his body would disturb them. He touched his chin and looked at the minotaurs in front of him curiously.
"Why are you... so thin?" After thinking for a while, the Ghost Minotaur suddenly asked, "Is it because you don't eat well? You need to eat more grass and young buds from trees. Oh, and the blood-red flower tastes good and has a good texture..."
Once the chatterbox opened, the Ghost Minotaur was like seeing his grandson's grandmother, chattering non-stop.
The Tauren people of Tab were all dumbfounded. Is this the ancestor, the chattering ancestor?
Are you touched?
They didn't dare to move. That was the ancestor. If they opened their mouths to interrupt, wouldn't that be disrespectful to the ancestor? Listen, although they had never eaten almost anything in the ancestor's mouth, let alone eaten it, they had never even seen it, let alone the blood-red flower. They had never even heard of it.
Another undead minotaur floated out. He was much shorter than the previous undead minotaur and not as strong, but there were blue marks on his body, like lightning.
He ignored the other minotaurs and floated directly in front of Tastuling. He looked him up and down and asked hesitantly, "Are you... a child of the Thunder Ox Tribe?"
Seeing this minotaur with scars all over his body, Tasturin shuddered and saluted respectfully, "Tab tribe, Tasturin greets the ancestors. My father is from the Thunder Ox tribe, and my mother is a shaman."
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