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The rain is torrential.

Broken Ling was drenched in the rain, knelt down on one knee in front of Ye Xi, and replied: "You said that the blood-stripe tribesmen can remove their totems and they can stay. Now all the blood-stripe people have their totems removed, so they all Didn't go."

Ye Xi was taken aback, thinking that he had heard it wrong: "You mean...everyone?"

Duan Ling: "Yes, they are all kneeling at the gate of the city now."

Ye Xi's expression trembled.

After a while, he said, "Go."

Holding the ancestral witch bone stick, Ye Xi took the broken feather and the red eagle, strode into the downpour.

The rain did not drench Ye Xi. When they approached Ye Xi, they were evaporated by the magic power, turning into a cloud of mist surrounding him, lined with the white and elegant silk robe, and the tall ancestral witch bone stick. Ye Xi looked particularly holy and mysterious.

As he walked, his tribe saluted him in awe.

Ye Xi walked to the city gate.

Through the rain curtain, he saw from a distance nearly a thousand blood-stripe tribal warriors, neatly kneeling at the gates of the outer city, each with their heads down, their upper body naked, revealing the left chest with the totem removed.

There were people all around, and even the walls were full.

Some people looked at them silently, some whispered, and some yelled at them with anger, shouting hoarsely and with hatred: "Kill them! Kill them!"

"Kill them!!"

However, when Ye Xi came, these voices gradually subsided, and all turned into awe-inspiring salute greetings.

"Meet Master Xi Wu!"

They said in unison.

Ye Xi didn't look at them, only holding the ancestral witch bone stick and looking down at the bloodmarked witch kneeling in front.

At this time, I don't know how long it has been raining.

The sky was dim, there were no floor tiles in the outer city, and the loess ground was soaked into muddy yellow cement ground by rain. The blood-stripe witch's bone staff, which originally represented sacredness and power, was thrown by the blood-stripe witch and soaked in Dirty yellow cement.

As for Bloodmark Witch himself, his forehead touched the ground, his thin and aging upper body was naked, and he knelt on the ground motionless, not knowing how long he had been kneeling like this.

Maybe the meeting lasted for as long as he was kneeling here for as long as Wu's fragile body became weak, and his reaction became slow.

After Ye Xi stood in front of him, he dullly and stiffly, slowly raised his head and raised himself like an old machine with a creaking sound, his voice hoarse: "Master Xi, Master Xiwu..."

Ye Xi's pupils shrank suddenly when he saw the chest of the Bloodmark Witch.

I saw that the left chest of the bloodmark witch originally painted with a totem was a dazzling blood red, and he even cut his own skin! !

"Cracking!"

The heavy rain kept falling down.

Bloodmark Witch raised his head and looked at Ye Xi pleadingly.

His eyes were so muddied by the rain that he couldn't open his eyes, and his gray mottled wet hair clung to his face and pressed against the aging and wrinkled skin, his appearance was pitiful and humble.

Then, with trembling hands, he took out from his arms the old skin that was cut from his body and painted with a totem, panting, and slowly handed it to Ye Xi: "Master Xi Wu..."

Muddy Lao's eyes widened, looking up at him hopefully.

Ye Xi stared at the human skin that was handed in front of him. Although his expression remained unchanged, he unknowingly clenched the Ancestral Witch Bone Staff, making the joints pale.

He knew that if the bloodmark tribe, a middle-level tribe of thousands of people, were driven out, it would be difficult to survive alone, not to mention that women and children were not allowed to be taken away, which was equivalent to losing even the hope of reproduction.

Although he didn't kill them, he was no different from the bloodmark tribe.

The Bloodmarked Tribe would definitely find it difficult to accept this kind of result, but he did not expect that the Bloodmarked Tribe would achieve such a degree.

But it doesn't work.

Although others can stay, but the bloodline witch cannot stay.

As long as there is a witch, a tribe will not disperse. Even if the totem is cleared, the soul is still there. In this way, the blood-stripe tribe in Xicheng will appear to exist, and in the end, it will be the punishment of the blood-stripe tribe. It's just that the totem is removed, and he can still stay in Xicheng in the form of a tribe.

Such punishment is too light!

There is no way to frighten all the tribes with fear.

So kill the bloodweave witch?

But the blood-stripe witches have already achieved this point, putting their posture in the dust, if you kill him, the rest of the blood-stripe people will inevitably blame him for being cruel, leaving a big lump in their hearts from then on. And he said before that as long as the totem is removed, he can stay, and killing the Bloodmark Witch also violated his previous order.

...He didn't expect that his momentary softness would have caused the dilemma like this.

Ye Xi stood in front of the Bloodmark Witch, and did not move for a long time.

While Ye Xi was weighing the pros and cons, the Chief Bloodmark, who was kneeling behind the Bloodmark Witch, slowly raised his body.

Just now, he kept touching his forehead and pressed his upper body deeply into the muddy ground. When the blood-stripe chief lifted up, Ye Xi realized that the blood-stripe chief was more ruthless to him, and even dug out the large piece of flesh with the totem!

You must know that the totem occupies a large area. With this excavation, the entire left chest is bloody, and the blood flow is unknown.

But there was no blood on the bloodline chieftain.

Ye Xi looked at Chief Bloodmark's white and purple face due to excessive blood loss and knew that it was because he had been kneeling in the rain for too long, so long that all the blood flowing out was taken away by the rain, so there was no trace of blood around him. Leftover.

Chief Bloodline looked up at Ye Xi pleadingly, and slowly, the burly tough guy's eyes turned red.

Suddenly, he banged his head vigorously at Ye Xi. He was merciless to himself, and only after banging his forehead three times, he became bloody. After three times, he changed directions slightly, and his eyes were red and kowtow to the blood pattern witch.

Then he drew out his bone knife with a shudder, and slashed it cleanly at his neck!

"what!!"

Someone around exclaimed.

Chief Bloodstripe made an extremely vicious attack, and this knife not only severed the artery in his neck, but even cut his neck in half.

"Puff!"

A blood spring spewed frantically.

After cutting his throat, the bloodline chief knelt stiffly on the ground for half a breath, then, face down under the pouring rain, he fell heavily into the muddy loess.

The chopped neck was still connected to the head and body.

Blood kept flowing from the fracture, and the surrounding ground was dyed bright red with rain.

It was completely dark.

Broken Ling walked out in silence, broke off the fingers of Chief Bloodmark's corpse, took out the bone knife in his hand, and cut off his neck completely.

Then he grabbed the head of the Bloodstripe Chief~lightnovelpub.net~ and threw it onto Skeleton Mountain.

In the process of the bloodmarked chieftain's self-crawl, the bloodmarked witch has been kneeling under Ye Xi's feet, without raising his head, but his thin body trembling faintly, and the other bloodmarked tribesmen kneeled quietly without any other movements.

Ye Xi looked at the bloodmarked chieftain's head thrown on the Skeleton Mountain.

The head's eyes were wide open, but they were dull and dull, and they collided with Ye Xi's eyes in the air.

Ye Xi suffocated his breath, then retracted his gaze to pick up the bloodline witch with both hands.

The bloodline witch was obedient, tremblingly picked up, and his cloudy old eyes lit up with hope.

"Master Xi Wu...?"

Ye Xi closed her eyes and said, "You can leave alone."

When the Bloodmark Witch heard it, like five thunders, he was completely stiff in place.

After a while, he laughed sadly, raised his fist and hammered his chest hard, and the clapper of the hammer rang loudly: "Good, good..."

In the pouring cold rain, he tremblingly picked up his bone stick from the muddy water mixed with blood, then staggered and walked out of the city with his back staggered.

The blood-stripe warriors who were kneeling on the ground couldn't stand any longer, and almost all the blood-stripe warriors chased after them.

The bloodmarked witch did not turn his head. The aging figure with his naked upper body was drenched in the rain to become more and more desolate. He fiercely rebuked the bloodmarked warrior who came after him: "Don't come, don't follow you...Don't follow it!"

None of the blood-stripe warriors who followed this time listened to the words of the blood-stripe witch. Some of the blood-stripe warriors who had caught up turned around and ran in front of Ye Xi, their eyes were flushed towards Ye Xi's head, and then they pulled their legs to pursue the blood-stripe witch.

Under the gloomy sky, in the heavy rain one after another.

The bloodmarked witch and bloodmarked warriors drifted away.

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