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Chapter 738 Qingshan Khan: Son of Dathomir

Light, light pierced through my eyelids.

Sylvie's consciousness was gradually returning.

She felt that she was rising and falling, as if she was lying on a rough, angular boulder. She opened her eyes slightly, squinted at the blue sky and the dazzling sun in front of her, and subconsciously wanted to raise her hands to block it, but suddenly found that her hands and feet were tied and she could not move.

Silli suddenly woke up.

She raised her head and looked around, and was shocked to find that she was tied and fixed on the back of a Rank. The giant beast was moving silently along a river valley. There were lush forests on the ridges on both sides, and the sound of gurgling water could be heard in her ears.

At the same time, the memories before the coma quickly flooded into his mind: he saw a strong man who looked like a cyborg beat an adult Rank to unconsciousness at the edge of the swamp, and then he followed the man, was discovered by him, and a fight broke out...

"woke up?"

A familiar voice came from above.

Sierri turned his head and saw a strong man with his upper body naked sitting cross-legged on top of Rank's head. There was no saddle under his buttocks, and his hands were casually placed on his knees, but he still sat firmly on the head of the giant beast, his body rising and falling with the movement of the giant beast, maintaining perfect balance.

"It's you!"

Syllie's face changed and he exclaimed.

"Surprised?"

Fu Qinghai closed his eyes and said:

"I was the one who knocked you out, so why is it so surprising that the first person you saw after you woke up was me?"

The outfit of the Nightsisters is indeed very unique. They have no trouser legs and no sleeves. Instead, they use cloth strips to wrap their limbs. Fu Qinghai untied the cloth strips wrapped around the witch's arms and thighs, which were just enough to tie her hands and feet. There was even extra cloth strips to hang her on Rank.

In addition, the witch's skin is very smooth and elastic.

"you……"

Xili gritted his teeth and glared at Fu Qinghai. He twisted his arms and legs hard but found that he could not get away at all. Then he thought that he had become someone else's prey, and he could not help but feel sad. With red eyes, he stared at Fu Qinghai's back and said hatefully:

"You killed everyone on Dathomir. Matron Talzin died, old Shaman Daka died, and I heard that Count Dooku and General Grievous died too... Everything is over, but why don't you let us go?"

Syllie had already regarded Fu Qinghai as a ruthless and powerful bounty hunter who came to Dathomir to wipe out the Dathomir witches and the last remaining remnants of the Nightsisters.

Although she didn't know why the bounty hunter was unarmed and didn't carry any weapons, not even a blaster, and was only wearing a pair of tight black shorts - perhaps powerful people have some special fetishes.

"you misunderstood."

Fu Qinghai smiled helplessly.

He ended his Force meditation, opened his eyes and said:

"As you said, Count Dooku and General Grievous are both dead, and the Separatist forces have basically become a thing of the past. I am not Count Dooku's man, and I am not here to kill you. I am just a passerby who accidentally crashed on Dathomir due to a space accident, that's all."

A passerby who beat up Rankmon?
Searle was skeptical.

"Then why do you mention General Grievous?"

Xili looked at Fu Qinghai and asked in a deep voice.

By taunting you to use your full strength, I am testing the level of the Nightsisters... Fu Qinghai thought to himself.

But what he said was:

"If you weren't so aggressive in the beginning, I might not have to tie you up to have a normal conversation with you."

Hearing the sarcasm in Fu Qinghai's words, Xierli's face froze slightly, but he did not defend himself.

There is no way, I am the fish and others are the butchers.

During the heyday of Dathomir, Mother Talzin sold assassins and warrior mercenaries played by Nightsisters and Nightbrothers to various forces in the galaxy and even the warring parties. At that time, Dathomir was notorious. However, after the Battle of Dathomir, almost all of the Nightsisters disappeared, and the Milky Way completely forgot the reputation of the witches of Dathomir.

"You're a force-sensitive, right?"

Xili asked, looking at Fu Qinghai's back.

The action of Fu Qinghai sucking the tree trunk on the ground into his hand was an obvious Force skill, and the same was true for the half piece of wood that was thrown out and flew back again.

"Yes."

Fu Qinghai looked far ahead, nodded and admitted it generously, and then added:
"But even if I'm not force-sensitive, you're no match for me."

The witch's face froze again when she heard this.

"And you said I was aggressive."

Syllie sneered unhappily:

"Are you having a normal conversation?"

"I'm just stating a fact."

Fu Qinghai said calmly:

"Lest you think that I defeated you by sneak attack or other despicable means, which led you to misjudge the situation. What I want to tell you is that if I really was Count Dooku or some other Sith Lord as you think I am, you would have died long ago. The fact that you are still alive proves that I have no ill will towards Dathomir and the Nightsisters."

"So are you a Jedi or a Sith?"

Silli then asked again.

Fu Qinghai thought for a second or two and shook his head:
"I am neither."

He did receive the complete Jedi inheritance from his master, old man Hu Xian, but he did not receive certification from the Jedi Order or the Jedi Council. Of course, now is the Galactic Empire era, the Jedi Order has perished, and admitting his identity as a Jedi Knight will not receive any preferential treatment, but will instead lead to the ruthless pursuit of the Imperial Inquisitors.

You are neither a Jedi nor a Sith, so are all your Force skills self-taught?
Xili felt that Fu Qinghai was not telling the truth, but she did not delve into it. Everyone has their own secrets, and the two of them are just testing each other and getting to know each other.

"So where do we go now?"

Cyril turned his head and looked in the direction where Rank was heading.

"The clan tribe of the Nightsisters."

Fu Qinghai replied calmly.

When Cyril heard this, he was shocked:
"How do you know where our tribe is!?"

"I don't know, but it probably does."

Fu Qinghai smiled and pointed at the giant beast under his seat:

"I asked Rank to take me to a place where there are more people like you, and then it understood. I have to say, this creature is smarter than we thought, isn't it?"

"You said you weren't a bounty hunter!"

Syllie struggled and twisted even more violently:

"What do you want to do in our tribe?"

"Since you're here, why not go take a look?"

Fu Qinghai looked ahead and said calmly.

To be honest, he had nowhere else to go. Since he had come to Dathomir, this Feng Shui treasure land, it seemed unreasonable not to go and see where the Nightsisters lived.

Anyway, it’s the same old saying: since we’re here, we’re already here.

……

"Crash la la la..."

The winding river is flowing rapidly.

Rankmon lay obediently on the river bank.

Fu Qinghai walked alone towards the rushing river, stood on the basalt wall that was washed into a rugged shape by the river water, took off his black tight shorts, and jumped into the river holding his pants.

Fu Qinghai had fought fiercely with the Rank Beast in the swamp, and his body was covered with mud and waterweed. The mud dried in the sun and turned into mud crusts that stuck to his skin, which was very uncomfortable. Moreover, his only piece of clothing, the black shorts, was also stained in the battle.

Xili was tied up and lying horizontally in the grass. She turned her head and looked over. Her eyes just passed through the gaps between the thin grass leaves and saw Fu Qinghai standing by the river and taking off his shorts, revealing his firm and perky buttocks. Her eyebrows raised slightly.

To be honest, she has a good figure.

Syllie commented in his mind.

The witches of Dathomir have always lived in a matriarchal society, and the men in the tribe are servants and slaves to them. Syllie looked at Fu Qinghai's body openly and even unscrupulously, and even commented on it after looking at it. He didn't think there was anything shameful about it.

Fu Qinghai stood in the chest-deep river water, scrubbing the dirt off his body and washing his shorts. The turbulent eddy current was as comfortable to him as a jacuzzi. The river water was emerald green and clear, and a meter-long black shadow could be vaguely seen swimming quickly in the water.

Fu Qinghai stopped washing and stared at the slender black shadows under the water. He suddenly thought of his master, and the first time he met old man Hu Xian, old man Hu Xian used the Force to grab several fish directly from the lake, and his use of the Force was superb.

Fu Qinghai tried to raise one hand.

Concentrate your mind and focus on the target.

He aimed his palm at the dark shadow underwater and grabbed it fiercely.

"Wow!"

The black shadow turned around and swam away quickly.

Failed……

Fu Qinghai put down his palm.

Fu Qinghai's Force grabbing can at most suck wood on the ground into his hand. Compared with old man Hu Xian, the objects he grabbed are one motionless dead object and the other swimming living object, one is in the air and the other is below the water surface. There is still a big gap between his use of the Force skills and his master.

Still can't be proud and complacent.

Fu Qinghai continued to scrub.

At this moment, Fu Qinghai noticed that a huge and slender black shadow swam in the turbulent green river. The black shadow swam around him and seemed to be very interested in the thing swaying between his legs with the water flow. Suddenly, it twisted its body and rushed towards his waist.

"Hey you fucking ..."

Fu Qinghai immediately waved his hand and reached forward. He grabbed the river water with force, and the long, thick black shadow that was swimming rapidly suddenly moved sideways and fell into Fu Qinghai's palm.

There was a "crash" sound.

Fu Qinghai pinched the soft belly of the fish and lifted the fish out of the water with one hand. The big fish was about 1.5 meters long from head to tail. Its body was covered with black scales. Its mouth full of sharp teeth kept opening and closing. Its appearance was a bit like an alligator gar.

Fu Qinghai casually threw the fish onto the shore.

Rank, who was lying on the river bank, raised his head and opened his mouth wide. The twisting big fish drew an arc in the air and fell accurately into Rank's mouth. The giant beast closed his mouth and began to chew, making a crisp "crunching" sound.

Fu Qinghai raised his hand to push back his wet hair, put on his clean shorts and walked towards the shore. As he walked, a layer of white mist rose from his body, and the water droplets and stains quickly turned into steam and drifted away. This scene surprised Xili.

"Well……"

Fu Qinghai stretched lazily with satisfaction.

"I need to pee."

Xili looked up at Fu Qinghai and said.

Fu Qinghai thought about it, then knelt down on one knee and untied the cloth straps that bound Xierli. Xierli rubbed his red wrists and ankles, stood up, limped around half a circle and walked to the other side of Rank. The Rank beast lying on the ground was like a pile of meat, just blocking Fu Qinghai's sight.

Fu Qinghai heard the sound of dripping water.

He resisted the urge to activate his Force senses.

Syllie is also a Force-sensitive.

……

A clearing in the forest at night.

The burning bonfire made a crackling sound.

Fu Qinghai was concentrating on processing a grilled fish skewered on a branch, and Xili was sitting opposite him.

The Rank beast was crawling beside Fu Qinghai and taking a nap. The intermittent snoring of the giant beast sounded like muffled thunder.

"You know, when we were girls, we learned to communicate with all things on the planet."

Xili looked at Rank and slowly said:

"Among them is the Ranke beast that stands at the top of the planet's food chain. The witches of Dathomir believe that all things have spirits. When we have the method to communicate with specific souls, we can tame the beasts corresponding to these souls. And those witches who can tame the Ranke beasts will be awarded the title of 'Master Tamer'."

"So I'm a 'beast tamer' now?"

Fu Qinghai asked as he concentrated on picking at the fish scales.

"But you are not a Dathomir witch."

Syrri shook his head slowly and said:

"Moreover, you forced it to submit through force. You don't know how to communicate with the soul. Rank will never truly submit to you. It's just afraid of you."

"You have mastered the method of communicating with the soul."

Fu Qinghai said without raising his head:

"Then why don't you try to make it resist me?"

Upon hearing this, Cyril fell silent.

In the woods under the night sky, the only sounds left were the crackling of the burning campfire and Rank's snoring as he slept.

Fu Qinghai handed a skewer of grilled fish to Xierli, and the two of them ate one grilled fish each in silence.

"I need to poop."

Sierri suddenly spoke when he was halfway through eating.

"Ah."

Fu Qinghai nodded and continued to deal with the grilled fish.

Silli got up and walked towards the dark woods. Rank was still sleeping soundly, the bonfire was still crackling, the red witch began to undress and deliberately made the sound of clothes rubbing against each other. Silli turned his head slightly to glance at Fu Qinghai and saw that he was still eating grilled fish. He kicked the ground hard and jumped over a fallen and rotten tree trunk, then ran wildly with his long legs.

"Snapped!"

Syllie felt something tripping his ankle, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Uh!"

Then she felt her throat was strangled, blood circulation in her neck was blocked, and her tracheal breathing was also blocked, as if a pair of invisible hands were tightly pinching her neck. Syllie's pale face turned red, and she subconsciously groped her neck with both hands, trying to pry away the "invisible hands", but she touched nothing except her own skin.

"I told you that at the beginning."

Fu Qinghai stood up and walked over. He held the grilled fish in one hand and ate it while walking. He raised his other hand to his waist, and made a pinching gesture with his index finger, middle finger and thumb:
"If I wanted to kill you, you would have died a hundred times already."

Fu Qinghai loosened his pinched fingers.

"Ho-"

Silli hunched over on the ground, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then began to cough continuously.

"……hateful."

Syllie gritted his teeth and pounded the ground hard.

"I guess we're almost there."

Fu Qinghai threw the remaining fish bones aside and looked into the distance through the darkness between the trees:
"You're starting to want to escape, which means Rank is leading in the right direction. He really knows where the tribe is."

"I beg you, please let the Nightsisters go."

Sierri sat on the ground and begged in tears:

"There are only a few of us left. As long as you promise me to let them go, I can do whatever you want."

"You really misunderstood."

Fu Qinghai sighed helplessly and said:

"I really am not here to kill you."

"Then why do you insist on going to our tribe?"

Cyril raised her tearful eyes and asked.

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth."

Fu Qinghai squatted down and looked at Xili and said seriously:

"I want to learn Dathomir sorcery."

"You wish to learn Dathomir sorcery?"

Xili looked at the person in front of him blankly.

"Can I?"

Fu Qinghai asked very seriously.

"I, I don't know. I can't decide."

Syllie answered somewhat bewilderedly.

"Then let's go."

Fu Qinghai stood up and slapped Xierli on the butt:

"Go find someone who can make the decision."

The slap caused the witch's buttocks to tremble slightly.

Xili covered her buttocks and her face turned red.

"Let's go, big guy."

Fu Qinghai walked to the snoring Rankmon, raised his foot and kicked Rankmon hard on the shoulder. Rank was shaken by the kick and opened his black eyes while mumbling.

"Hurry... burp."

The Rank beast yawned and stood up.

Fu Qinghai jumped onto the head of the Rank beast.

He turned and extended a hand to Silli.

Cyril stood there with a changing expression.

In the end, he got hold of Fu Qinghai's hand.

……

In the early morning, the faint sunlight rises from the horizon.

Fu Qinghai and Xili rode the Rank beast out of the forest. Fu Qinghai raised his palm to cover his forehead and squinted his eyes to look at the "forest" formed by the red boulders in the distance.

It was a canyon with countless giant red stone pillars of various shapes standing in the middle, forming a complex maze. There were obvious signs of human excavation on the stone pillars, and some animal skin tents and the like were placed in the gaps.

Is this the tribe of the Nightsisters?

Fu Qinghai thought to himself as he looked at the red stone forest.

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