Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

Feng Shu's injury was no secret, but the extent of her injuries was known only to a few members of the tribe. Firstly, it was to stabilize the morale of the troops, and secondly, their noisy behavior was not suitable for recuperation and would easily lead to the discovery of the black-skinned group.

Of course, clan leader Feng Ying could never have imagined that the person opposite would be so arrogant and even lying on their roof.

"How about it?"

Feng Ying had forgotten how many times she had asked this question. She stared at the doctor with anticipation on her face.

However, the doctor just frowned, shook his head in shame, and hesitated to speak.

The light in Feng Ying's eyes dimmed for a moment, but he still managed to stand up and escorted the doctor to the door, instructing him, "Please keep this confidential."

The doctor wanted to object, after all, the young patriarch's appearance might not last much longer, but seeing the patriarch's face that had aged and haggard over the years, he held her hand again.

"You must take care of yourself."

Feng Ying leaned against the door frame, staring blankly at the doctor's figure shrinking into a black dot and then completely disappearing from her sight.

He turned stiffly and sat down on the bed, his fingertips gently caressing Feng Shu's cheek.

She disliked her daughter for being careless and erratic, and unable to bear the heavy responsibility of being the young clan leader, so she threw her directly into the gathering team and ignored her.

But only a year later, she saw her again. At the gathering captain's awarding ceremony, she personally handed her the sharpest spear.

For several years thereafter, Feng Shu served as the leader of the gathering team and was always called the tribe leader.

Their private encounters were no different from those between ordinary tribesmen. She could count the number of times she had heard Feng Shu call her mother on one hand.

Feng Ying sat silently beside the bed.

But she only sat for a while before leaving. As the clan leader, she still had many things to deal with.

Just then, the priest strode into the room, completely unlike his usual calm demeanor.

"Chief! Good news, good news!"

Feng Ying glanced at her and signaled her to be quiet. "What good news could there be? Could it be that those black monkeys are seeking death and have gone back?"

The priest was stunned, looked at Feng Shu on the bed and lowered his voice: "Of course not."

"It's related to the young patriarch."

The priest leaned close to her ear and said, "I received an oracle from the Mother Tree. Ji Sheng has passed the path of deep sleep. The Mother Tree has bestowed blessings upon all Youxu people who are unwilling to die. They will transform into seeds, waiting for the opportunity to be reborn!"

The priest's face flushed red, and he clenched his fists and hit Feng Ying's shoulders hard: "This is not a dream, this is not a dream!"

"I went to the wood garden to check on the young patriarch's tree. Her tree has already produced two seeds!"

"I'm afraid her current state is precisely due to her unwillingness to give in. Although... the blessing of the Mother Tree has frozen her in her current state."

Feng Ying stood up in a panic, kicked over the chair, and stumbled out the door, "Hurry, go to Muyuan, go to Muyuan!"

There was only one thought in her mind now: There was hope, there was hope! Her Feng Shu was saved!

Zhan Kai did not hear the priest's report clearly, and could only vaguely hear words such as mother tree and oracle.

But he accurately saw Feng Ying's state, which was the excitement and ecstasy of a long-ill patient who was suddenly cured after being unwilling to accept the fate of death.

He followed the two quietly.

This turning point must be related to the three divine roads at the edge of the world.

After all, as far as he knew, Youxu had sent at least two waves of people to break through the Divine Road.

No matter how bad your luck is, there is still a question of life and death.

The sacred tree of Zhu Hao's clan has not yet grown and cannot produce embryonic fruit. Even if the embryonic fruit matures instantly and turns into a baby, it will take at least ten years for it to grow up.

They can now fight the Youxu clan on equal terms. But in the future, what can he use to fight against the Youxu clan who have the blessing of life and death?

Zhan Kai's face showed unprecedented caution and worry.

He did not worship the mother tree like the priests and other tribesmen. Even before the sacred tree that day, he only respected the mother tree because it gave birth to him.

So what now?

Several thoughts flashed through Zhan Kai's mind.

Rather than watching them grow stronger while his own tribe can only stagnate, it would be better to just... destroy the Divine Road.

It's better than being defeated and becoming a slave of those green-skinned people.

Their generation has nothing to lose, including their lives.

But this still needs long-term consideration, so at this time Zhan Kai is still following behind Feng Ying, a few steps faster than them, and disappearing into the dense treetops of the wooden garden like a black swallow.

The joy on Feng Ying's face was most likely due to his illness.

Did they complete the Path to New Life?

Unlikely, if it were a new student, they would be spinning around excitedly, waiting for Feng Shu to return in good health.

It's death.

The nails of the armor were deeply embedded in the bark, and the pain from his fingertips kept him highly alert.

This death can delay their death.

"Damn it."

He cursed in his heart, but if he were to return to his original choice with his memories, he would only choose war.

This is the only thing they can control...

Zhan Kai took a deep breath. There was still a chance, he thought. It seemed that they had not yet passed the road to new life, right?

His eyes passed through the layers of branches and leaves and saw Feng Ying and the priest.

Feng Ying ran straight towards a big tree in the wooden garden.

The tree was in poor condition, its leaves were drooping and yellowing, and there was a pile of dead leaves scattered on the ground.

I think it’s Feng Shu.

Feng Ying had tears in her eyes and trembling hands as she gently tapped two brown bumps on the branches, which they called "seeds".

Zhan Kai's gaze focused on her fingertips. When he saw clearly what she was caressing affectionately, his heart, body, and even soul were shattered in an instant.

why?

why!

Why would the thing that destroyed their hometown be the object of their devout worship?

That was a nightmare that Zhan Kai would never forget until his death. It was the object of his greatest hatred and fear.

But now, it grows so beautifully and majestically on the tree trunk, and even becomes their hope of saving people.

It's ridiculous and hilarious.

Then what is the Zhuhao clan, and what is the homeland where they died?

Below, the patriarch and the priest, the two highest-ranking people in the Youxu tribe, hugged each other and cried.

"Great, they are all saved!"

"Priest, immediately search the wood garden for trees with seeds corresponding to their bodies. Have their family and friends stay by their side daily to arouse their desire to live."

“Then, we just have to wait for Jiang Hao’s news!”

Feng Ying raised his head and looked at the two seeds that appeared, tears of relief streaming down his face, his mind envisioning a brighter future for the Youxu tribe.

All this had a huge impact on the battle armor.

He lost his concentration for a moment and slipped, making an unexpected noise.

"who!"

He left in a hurry, but was not discovered by them.

"No, it must be a bird flying here to build a nest."