"Sanna, do you want to leave the Will Grasslands and end the curse of the Santawell tribe?"
Sanna certainly wanted to, but...
"The ancient curse of my Santawell tribe, no one can end it," Sanna said forcefully. At the same time, he donated money to the Shengguo Charity Federation and planned to disconnect and leave Wan Jiao's live broadcast room.
Wan Jiao anticipated his thoughts and said before he disconnected, "How do you know it won't work if you don't try?"
Sanna: [tried many times, all in vain]
"You once placed all your hopes on others, and without exception, none of them succeeded. But the one who can end the curse is yourself."
【Me?】Sanna didn't want to admit it, but he had to: he was finally starting to feel a little bit tempted. 【I'm just a lowly fellow, how could I possibly end the curse...】
As he spoke, Sanna's mind conjured up all the suffering his Santaville tribe had endured because of that vicious and ancient curse.
*About the Santaville Tribe*
Around 3,000 years ago, on the Wel Grassland in the far north of the Sheng Kingdom, a people called the Santawell tribe appeared out of nowhere. At its peak, the tribe had 302 people.
Of the participants, 300 were women and only 2 were men.
For most of the past few thousand years, the total population of the Santaville tribe has remained at around 300.
Of these, 299 were women and 1 was a man.
The earliest chief of the Santaville tribe left a note saying that the Santaville tribe is a people living in the world with an ancient curse. The women in the tribe have only one destiny in their lives: to have a child with one and only man and raise the child to adulthood.
The destiny of the only man in the tribe is to satisfy and please those women.
As the stars revolve and the years pass, so too do the stars.
Generation after generation, countless skeletons have been buried beneath the vast and boundless Welsh Plains.
Women and men have tried to escape the Will Plains.
But as soon as a woman steps off the grassland, she ages rapidly until she dies. The man will be fine, but... the women of the tribe will die one by one because he leaves the grassland.
In order to survive, the women would imprison their only man for years, providing him with good food and drink.
Every night, that man would try to please one to three women.
Even the oxen in the production team can't be worked like that.
But there's nothing I can do.
The men of the Santaville tribe are truly tragic; they are born to be tools for procreation and to please women!
According to tribal records, no man has ever lived past 40. There's even a saying that older men are too weak to satisfy the women's needs, so once a new heir comes of age, the women conspire to kill the older man so they can later give birth to a new male infant…
*end*
“Sangna, go to the ancestral hall,” Wanjiao said.
After nodding, Sanna, holding his phone, dodged several times before finally arriving at the ancestral hall of their Santawell tribe, which had been passed down through generations.
[Host, I've arrived]
Wan Jiao: "Switch to the rear camera."
Sanna did as instructed, then asked疑惑地问道, "Host, what did you figure out?"
Wan Jiao saw through many things.
Everything in the ancestral hall confirmed her suspicions.
In the beginning, the Santaville tribe was indeed a "means" used by Heaven to punish those who committed heinous crimes, but as time went by, they had already suffered enough punishment and torment.
By the time it came to Sanna's generation, all they had to do was remain innocent.
Wan Jiao called Sanna's name again, "Cut a line in your palm, place your hand on the Santa Stone in the ancestral hall, and sincerely recount the contents of the private message I sent you in the background to the Heavenly Way."
Sanna had no idea why Wan Jiao wanted him to do this.
But now he has no choice but to believe her.
He nodded, agreeing with a "okay," and then pulled out a dagger, mercilessly slashing his palm. As blood flowed, he placed his hand on the top of the Santa Stone; the blood flowed onto the stone, yet left no trace, as if it had been absorbed.
"By the grace of Heaven, I am Sanna of the Santawell tribe, and now..."
"..."
This is like an ancient sacrificial ceremony, it's so mysterious!
[If you don't understand, just ask: What exactly is the Santaville tribe?]
[Ahem~ This young master, who has been to the Wel Grasslands, is here to share his experience: the Santa Wel tribe is actually a paradise for men...]
The phrase "men's paradise" from that netizen piqued the interest of most people in the live stream, and the barrage of comments flew even more fiercely.
[Is "a man's paradise"... the way I understand it?]
[Brother, tell me more, we're all adults, don't hold back!]
Since everyone's curious, I'll go into more detail. There are only one or two men on the Will Prairie, but 300 women. Brothers, do you understand?
Holy crap, that's what the emperor's "sexual" bliss was like!
[Mom, I want that kind of life too, changing brides every night]
If I had been born on the Will Grasslands, I would have gladly died young.
Wan Jiao looked at the comments on the screen and was speechless.
Ignorance truly breeds fearlessness!
You should know that none of the men who were truly born into the Santaville tribe ever considered themselves "lucky"!
Those men were born into a huge tragedy!
(Ahem~ This is a series of works that are even harder than the oxen in the production team ^_^)
…
After Sanna told the Heavenly Dao, the curse that had imprisoned the Santawell tribe truly disappeared. It was a very direct feeling, and all the tribesmen felt it clearly.
The current chieftain, the most honored woman in the entire Santawell tribe, was eager to try and excitedly ran out of the Santawell Plain.
Sure enough... there was no change in appearance or physical condition.
In that instant, she felt the air was filled with the sweet scent of freedom.
Afterwards, more and more Santawell women left the Wel Grassland to pursue the life they had always dreamed of... And Sanna, too, settled down in a city in the Sheng Kingdom, married, had children, and lived a normal life.
Of course, that's a story for another time.
…
After the live stream ended with Sanna, Wan Jiao took advantage of the discussion among the viewers in the live stream to comfortably absorb a wave of merit before immediately connecting with the last person destined for her that day.
The little girl was only 10 years old. Holding the phone, she asked Wan Jiao with expectant eyes, "Sister, can I calculate how old my dad will live?"
A 10-year-old girl asked Wan Jiao to calculate how old her father would be... This...
[Little friend, do you have money? You need to donate 1000 yuan to have your fortune told by this streamer.]
[Having your dad's fortune told... Ouch, that really touched my heart. Are kids these days all so filial?]
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