"Boom!"

  The tremor was so great that no one could stay nearby. Everyone was running farther and to the safer places.

  Qi Hao shouted to his father in the confusion: "Go around to the Jiu Yuan people on the heights, where it's safest. You can't let them go like this! Our bone objects are still in their hands! "If the Jiu Yuan escaped like this, their faces of the Moer-Gan would be lost.

  QiGui stared at him, who could care that bone objects were not bone objects.

  When the little priest offered to trade red salt for the Salt Mountain Tribesmen, he thought that if Qi Hao was smart, he might as well agree first. Jiu Yuan intervened in the hateful situation and the reprisal could wait. Later they could move other tribes to launch a massive attack on Jiu Yuan. If they find that the Jiu Yuan is not easy to attack, they can also change from attacking to trading. Only in this way can the loss of The Moer-Gan be minimized.

  But this stupid son loves The Water God? Want to leave people's high-ranking blood ability warriors at home!

  He didn't intervene, just to see what Qi Hao was capable of.

  If Qi Hao really can take the Jiu Yuan People, that's all. If not…… The cruel light in Qi Gui's eyes flashed by.

  Unfortunately, there are only two sons who are now successful, but each has its own shortcomings. Qi Yuan is a good trader, but lacks courage and force. Qi Hao is brave and wise, and thinks he is smart. If his eldest son is still alive, he needn't worry about the future heir of The Moer-Gan, but the boy has the ability, but he is too ambitious.

  Qi Hao's heart is also bitter, he was even more hateful to cuss at his luck.

  How did he know that the little priest of The Jiu Yuan could actually communicate with The Water God, not to mention that The Water God would be angry with them in because they threw spears?

  He didn't really want to leave all the people of the Jiu Yuan. He just wanted the Water God in there, and in the Moer-Gan Tribe, the Jiu Yuan would never really fight with them. As long as they would give the Salt Mountain Tribesmen to him, he would let them go.

  He thought it over, and then he would still be able to graciously fulfill Qi Yuan and their promises and send them away by boat.

  He discovered long ago that if he beats someone up first, when that person is afraid, and then gets little benefits from him, then that person will be grateful to him in turn. He used the same method for several tribes, which is very effective.

  Jiu Yuan, he thought, was no exception.

  And he can't say anything to anyone. His main aim for The Jiu Yuan is to destroy the red salt trade between The Jiu Yuan and Qi Yuan.

  Today, the destruction is successful, Qi Yuan may not be able to get red salt from the Jiu Yuan in the future, but his intention to sell the Jiu Yuan and grab the red salt trade by the way collapsed.

  After today's incident, his father will certainly not give him more power in the future. Other tribes will see him as a joke, and worse still, the Three Cities envoy was there, and it would be hard for him to get over Qi Yuan again.

  No, he can't just give up. If he goes back like this, the Moer-Gan will have no place for him in the future.

  Qi Hao looked at Qi Gui and then at The Priest. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he turned the War Beasts to intercept the colored stones.

  CaiShi was taking people around to attack the highland occupied by Jiu Yuan People. They may not have heard Qi Gui's orders. And he didn't believe that the Jiu Yuan high-ranking warriors would even fight out there. As long as he can keep most of the slaves bought by The Jiu Yuan People, he won't lose the battle today without losing face.

  Just then, someone suddenly shouted in the direction of the Moer-Gan Tribe residence, "Look! Smoke! Flame! The tribe is on fire!"

  QiGui was furious, and then he really hated The Jiu Yuan People. Besides The Jiu Yuan People, he wondered who else would run to The Moer-Gan Tribe to set fire at that time.

  But not necessarily, the Jiu Yuan has so many people, all unfamiliar faces, it is impossible to prevent all of them from entering the Moer-Gan residence without being found out, the war slaves cannot have such courage and ability, and he just saw that the Jiu Yuan seems to be all there?

  So who is making trouble?

  Did anyone join forces with the Jiu Yuan to attack The Moer-Gan?

  The more Chief Qi Gui thought about it, the more frightened he became. He immediately ordered all the warriors who could be mobilized to go to the tribal residence and protect their own residence first.

  Qi Hao was caught in a dilemma at this time: to encircle Jiu Yuan Zhan, or to rescue people and prevent other tribes from attacking Moer-Gan?

  Qi Hao wanted to listen to The Priest and turned his head to Qi Shui, who was black and scolded a disciple.

  The disciple was followed by two slaves, one of whom was carrying a wooden bucket with its mouth tightly tied with animal skins, but Qi Hao, who was nearby, smelled a slightly familiar smell of blood.

  Qi Hao stared at the barrel and thought that his father had no interest in him. After that, he could no longer suppress Qi Yuan in the tribe. What should he do?

  Retreat or pursue all the way?

  After seeing Qi Shui's dissatisfied face, he finally made a decision in his heart.

  Qi Hao jumped off the War Beasts, squeezed into Qi Shui's side, grabbed his hand, and whispered, "Da-Ren, you have to help me!"

  Qi Shui, with a gloomy face, followed the army in the direction of the tribe and said, "How can I help you? Now it's so confusing time for everyone, The Water God is not as good as it used to be. "

  Now they have to wait for the Water God to quiet down.

  "Is it the blood of a god fish in that bucket? Are you trying to spill the blood of the god fish on The Jiu Yuan People?

  Qi Shui did not deny it, but said gloomily, "It's too late."

  "Not too late!" Qi Hao grabbed him tighter. "I know you can curse people with divine blood."

  Qi Shui turned around and snapped, "Who told you that?"

  Qi Hao jumped in his heart, but he still didn't let go of Qi Shui's wrist. He lowered his voice and said, "My eldest brother has never been close to you. I know you don't like him. Later he fell off the War Beasts and died.

  Qi Shui looked at Bing coldly. "That was an accident."

  "I saw you take a bunch of hair from his slave. Is that my eldest brother's hair? And the slave died, and you executed her in the name of disrespect for The Priest, just a few days after his death.

  "That's it?" Qi Shui lowered his eyelids to cover up his murder. He saw the wrong person. This Qi Hao is really stupid.

  Qi Hao gritted his teeth. "My mother told me that besides appeasing the Water God and letting the Water God help kill the tribe's enemies, one of your greatest abilities is to curse. So when you hear about the curse bone objects brought by Ding Yue, you were not afraid but want to take it over. But you can see that you can't break the curse before you hand it to the little priest of The Jiu Yuan, right? I have the hair of The Jiu Yuan People that Cai Yu slave brought back. You can……"

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  Qi Shui stopped, ignored the confusion around him, interrupted Qi Hao, and laughed low, and said, "child, did your mother tell you that only the Chief of the tribe could order the priest to take the blood of God fish to curse?" And do you think curses don't cost anything?”

  What is the cost? Qi Hao's memory goes back quickly, as if his father had ordered the killing of five hundred slaves before his eldest brother died!

  Qi Hao's legs were so soft that he almost fell to the ground.

  No Impossible! How could a father order The Priest to curse his son?

  Qi Shui looked at him with sympathetic eyes, gently push off his hand and grabbed his wrist. "You can rest assured that the Water God loves you, as long as you are a good son, you will live well. Now think about it, Qi Yuan's kid is much smarter than you.”

  A warrior came to the priest by Chief's order. Qi Shui asked his disciple to carry the bucket and follow the warrior away.

  Qi Hao stood where he was, and suddenly his spirits seemed to be draining away. The whole man became very depressed. The warriors who ran past him did not know what had happened to him, but nobody dared to disturb him or talk to him.

  Qi Yuan looked at him from afar, with a sneer on his face. Has this lustful and warlike rascal finally hit the wall?

  Everyone thought Qi Hao had been hit too hard, but nobody noticed that Qi Hao's head was hanging and his mouth was slightly raised.

  The Moer-Gan side was in a mess, while the Jiu Yuan side was in an orderly evacuation as originally planned.

  Yuan Zhan disappeared but it was not to deal with the Moer-Gan People in the front, but to stop the Cai Shi from encircling the running people.

  On the high ground, Shen-Gu heard that Yuan Zhan had made the agreed gesture, and he let 600 warriors escort the three hundred men who had no fighting power into the dark cave.

  There are still a hundred people running around on the high ground pretending that there are still a lot of people around.

  The cave is very narrow and rough. At first glance, it is temporarily rushed out work. Except for the first people who are lighting torches, everyone is moving forward in the dark. Everyone is holding hands and moving close to the people in front.

  An adult stuffed the child's mouth with something for fear of crying.

  It's not a long way to go in the dark. It's mainly for the group to avoid the Moer-Gan defense at the upper crossing.

  As long as they pass through this intersection, The Moer-Gan will have no more warriors on the road because of its limited manpower, so long as they patrol carefully.

  When the 900 men came to halt, a hundred warriors and five hundred spear warriors left on the high ground also came after them. Now the Moer-Gan is in turmoil, and it's all dark. They're totally ignored.

  When Yuan Zhan comes in and blocked the back entrance, no one knew how more than 1500 people have disappeared.

  Yuan Zhan frowned when he saw that Da-He had four The Moer-Gan slaves with him. "Didn't Mo come ashore with you?"

  Da-He shook his head. "We didn't find Da-Ren, but Da-Ren said that no matter what happened to him in the river, we were not allowed to go down to find him, just let's keep up with you."

  Yuan Zhan knows that Yan Mo has a lot of life-saving skills, and Jiu Feng is outside. He is not particularly worried about him, but he can't be stable without seeing Mo beside him.

  "What happened to the four slaves?"

  Da-He grinned bitterly. “I didn't want to take them, but they just follow up.

  The four slaves shuddered and wondered whether they were cold or frightened. One of them had the courage to beg, "Da-Ren, take us away. We will not betray you, nor the priest. Please let us be slaves of Priest Da-Ren!"

  Yuan Zhan is very critical of anyone who wants to stay with Yan Mo. He thinks the four people are still strong. Otherwise, they will not be thrown to The Water God as a sacrifice. But not anyone who is saved by Mo can be his slave.

  To bea slave to Mo, is it not a punishment but a blessing?

  Da-He and others are unwilling. There are many people in the tribe who want to crowd around Mo Da-Ren. This newcomer dares to say that he wants to be a slave of Mo Da-Ren. Think again!

  Yuan Zhan asked Ding Ning to place the four slaves among the other slaves, focusing on the two injured, so that they would no longer be cared for.

  "By the way, where is Da-da?" Yuan Zhan looked around and did not see the big hairy man.

  Da-He and others have a bitter face. That kid is so disobedient! I owe him a beating!

  Where is the disobedient and unbeaten Da now?

  Where Yan Mo is, he will be there.

  Yan Mo wanted to go ashore when Tian-Wu and Jiu Feng fought, but the wave was too big and the spear was thrown at him in large numbers, so he had to sink into the water.

  As soon as he entered the water, he was accustomed to holding his breath. When he felt that he could not hold his breath, he planned to insert a few acupoints with a gold needle into himself, as he had done last time, to put himself in a state of false death, so as to arouse the instinct of rejuvenating tree in his body as a tree. But when he took out the gold needle, he found that he did not feel as bad as last time.

  People who hold their breath know that when they hold their breath to a certain extent, they can't help wanting to breathe. That's instinct. Even trained people struggle to get out of the water to some extent.

  But Yan Mo had just noticed that he thought the painful suffocation wasn't that painful. At least he didn't struggle to get his head out of the water. The process of pulling out the needle and thinking wasn't as tense as last time.

  A dark shadow approached him quickly.

  Yan Mo opened his eyes. It's Da-da!

  Da-da can swim fast in the water. He walked around Yan Mo and shows him a smart or silly smile.

  Yan Mo reached out and patted his outstretched hand. He remembered that Da-da had previously fed him an energy nest for a flour fish. According to The Guide, he had a certain chance of breathing in the water by eating the energy nest.

  For others, there may be a certain probability, but for those who already have wood energy, I am afraid that they will naturally integrate this ability, and the probability of Breathing Underwater will become 100 percent possible.

  This ability is good, Yan Mo likes it very much.

  He used to drift in the water like a log, but now he can swim and even survive in the water like a fish.

  But he didn't breathe through his nose. How did oxygen get into his body?

  Yan Mo watched himself carefully. The bottom of the river was very dark. There were only a few stars and moons on it. Thanks to his special vision, he could barely see clearly under the light.

  It's just that the river is a little muddy. It's impossible to look at it carefully. But his hands skimmed over his skin, and he could feel tiny bubbles floating on the surface of his skin.

  Is it breathing through the skin?

  It will take some time for Yan Mo to adapt to the new breathing method. He pulls out two cotton balls from his pocket to block his nostrils and avoid unconsciously wanting to breathe through them.

  Da-da seemed to find Yan Mo's cotton-padded nostrils interesting. He reached for it and was photographed by Yan Mo.

  Yan Mo pointed ahead, indicating that he would swim along the river.

  Da-da grabbed him and turned him around.

  Yan Mo pulled out the map provided by The Guide in his head and found that he had just gone in the opposite direction.

  Strangely, how can Da-datell the direction in the dark river?

  Two people were swimming in the river Mo-Mo. Yan Mo's swimming posture was stiff at first, but he watched Da-daswim so happily and relaxed slowly.

  I don't know how long ago, he seemed to feel the pleasure of chasing the waves in the water, and his face also had a smile.

  As the waves subsided, they were surrounded by fishes chasing them.

  It's not the bottom of the river. Yan Mo judges by the light reflected from the water surface that they are still in the upper layer of the river.

  But only the upper class, these fish on the big surprise him, a meter or two long fish is very many, flickering from his side, the number of fish is also rich enough to let him have an impulse to throw a net.

  The primitive society is probably that good. Human beings have not yet completely reached the top of the food chain. All species are so rich that people drool.

  "Aou!" A huge black shadow suddenly rushed toward him, and the fish fled around him.

  Yan Mo saw the four claws under the big fish's belly at a glance!

  It's absolutely cannibalistic! We can't swim in the river anymore. It's not safe on the bank. Da-He in the primitive world is even more unsafe. Let's go ashore.

  Yan Mo was thinking about how to avoid the attack of the murderer, and Da-da had rushed up in front of him

  Yan Mo held the bone knife in his hand and swims to help Da-da.

  Da-da let out a muffled roar and his body suddenly deformed!

  Yan Mo doubted his eyes. What does he see?

  He actually saw Da-da turn into a tiger-like ferocious beast with a python-like tail, pulling the crocodile-like beast aside with its big jaws open and biting people's neck.

  The river surged and dark red blood spilled from the beast's body.

  Suddenly, Yan Mo felt awful. He felt as if there were a lot of ferocious eyes around him.

  Get out of here! Get ashore!

  Yan Mo swam beneath the beast, grabbed the hand of the bone scalpel and scratched upward.

  The beast's abdomen was cut open and its viscera gushed with blood.

  Yan Mo patted the tiger-like beast and pointed up.

  The tiger seemed to understand what Yan Mo meant, and probably he also found the danger in the river. He couldn't enjoy the spoils of war. His tail rolled toward him and rushed toward the riverbank at great speed.

  Yan Mo noticed that the strange Meng beast seemed to have fins under his belly, which opened like an oar, making his rowing very fast.

  "Pooh!" A beast rushed out of the river alone.

  Yan Mo looked up and saw that it seemed that the area was far away from the Moer-Gan residence, and there were no warriors stationed or patrolling the Moer-Gan nearby.

  They were followed by ferocious fish in the river, and Yan Mo climbed up the riverbank without looking much.

  The Da-da beast rushed up, snoring and shaking its hair as soon as it came up.

  Several terrible fish heads appeared in the river. Yan Mo jumped farther away from the riverbank than his middle finger.

  The Da-da beast returned directly to the river, making a strange roar, "moo Aou!"

  The head of the fish sank down.

  Yan Mo looks sideways. Why does this sound like Tian-Wu's roar? Looking at Da-da's fur, it's not like Tian-Wu's tiger-striped body, and its python-like tail looks like Tian-Wu's tail, but Da-da's body has no scales, it's more like a wild animal than fish.

  Yan Mo stares at Da-da'sitchy heart and tells himself that it won't take much time to look at it. Without thinking about it his hand has touched it, and there is a soothing hiss in the mouth.

  Da-da beast first watched Yan Mo reach out and touch him. He was very happy. He raised his neck and let him touch it. He opened his mouth and let him touch his tail and put it in his hand. But the more he touched, the more addicted he seemed to be, the more he felt, the more he wanted to turn it over.

  "Ouch -!" Da-da's neck hairs stood up. What are you doing?

  Yan Mo's eyes were shining. He cut a bunch of Da-da's fur and took some of his saliva. He also wanted to take a closer look at the fins that had been folded up in his abdomen.

  But Da-da was reluctant.

  "Da-da, let me see. Oh, dear you, let me see."

  "What do you want to see?" A tall figure appeared like a ghost beside Yan Mo.

  He was so anxious that he finally put down the 1,500 people and ventured along the riverbank alone. And what did he see?

  In such a tense and dangerous situation, his Priest Da-Ren had the leisure warriors to avoid the defense time to play with a wild animal?

  So where did the beast come from?

  "Aou!" Da-da beast probably felt the danger of being killed, it rolled in place and instantly returning to human form.

  Well, a big bare-butt man appeared.

  Yuan Zhan's forehead was blue and veins jumped. He wasn't surprised that the beast had changed so much. He just thought that he saw his Little Priest touch Da-da's buttock and chest!