Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Zhao Zhu fell ill.

I don’t know if it’s due to hunger or anger.

He was lying on the road twitching, and was found by his tribesmen and carried back to his home.

Qin Youyou and Zhao Xun heard the news and went to visit him.

"Take care of yourself." Zhao Xun said sincerely.

"Humph."

Zhao Zhu snorted and turned his head away.

Qin Youyou touched his chin and said, "Uncle, you have been suffering from long-term malnutrition. Just eat a big meal and you will be fine."

"Humph."

Zhao Zhu turned his head to the other side again.

The tribesmen all advised, "Yes, Uncle Zhao Zhu, we are now well fed and full of energy. We feel like we can live for decades longer."

Zhao Zhu was so angry that he lay on the bed and yelled, "Get out, all of you! We are a shaman clan, born and raised by nature, and we will never eat grains or livestock!"

Everyone looked at him with pity. He was born and raised by nature. Even the Shaman Snake had turned against him. Why couldn't Uncle Zhao Zhu see the reality?

Qin Youyou also sighed. This old stubborn man wouldn't cry until he saw the coffin.

At this moment, excited voices were heard outside.

"The messengers of God are back! I saw them at the entrance of the village!"

Qin Youyou and Luo Lanxie were delighted.

Zhao Zhu also opened his eyes wide and raised his hand: "Help me up!"

He wanted to call out the old patriarch Zhao Sha, have him confront all the gods' messengers, and find out clearly whether the so-called shamans were born and raised by nature was a lie!

Zhao Sha also said that he has mastered the soul-transferring technique to a certain extent and would show it off. I believe that as long as he shows it off in front of all the clan members, those guys who disrespect their ancestors will be speechless, right?

Two groups of divine messengers appeared at the entrance of the village at the same time.

"How's it going? Did it go well?"

"It went very smoothly. We successfully captured the Purple Cloud Wood!"

"We also successfully captured the Wuji Pearl!"

"I have to say, Master Qin is truly amazing..."

The gods' messengers sighed repeatedly and no longer had any doubts about Qin Youyou.

Someone else suggested: "Such a powerful master, we must keep a close eye on her from now on. If she falls into the hands of the enemy, it will be disastrous!"

"Haha, if that's the case, then we might as well destroy her!"

"If you ask me, try refining her soul and see if you can turn her into a pottery figurine that can predict everything..."

The gods' messengers were talking about the arrangements for Qin Youyou.

The four Luo Xie brothers listened silently, looking at this group of idiots who were still kept in the dark, with deep sympathy on their faces.

Luo Chunxie whispered: "I don't think I'm the dumbest person here."

Luo Sexie gave a thumbs up and liked this sentence.

The group walked into the village.

When they saw the scene before them, they were all stunned.

"Why has this place changed so much? Did we enter the wrong village?"

The originally desolate village is now planted with green vegetables.

Young fruit tree seedlings have also grown on the mountain, and the mountain looks prosperous.

If it weren't for the black and red snake totems everywhere, they would really think they had walked into the wrong village.

"This is strange. Why did these savages suddenly start farming?"

"Suddenly got it?"

Their expressions changed: "Is there going to be any trouble in this village? Hurry!"

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In the newly renovated meeting cave.

Everyone sat upright.

Zhao Xun had a righteous look on his face, sitting in the middle of the tribesmen with his sword in hand.

He wore a tribal crown woven with feathers on his head, and had a black and red snake totem painted on his face, which was something only a tribal leader could paint. He looked so majestic.

Zhao Zhu was supported by someone and sat aside with a cane.

Zhao Xun was carried out of the woodshed, and his clothes were still tied up. When he saw Zhao Xun wearing the patriarch's crown, his face changed.

His eyes darkened a little.

The eyes of the gods all fell on Qin Youyou. Seeing that she was still there and not trying to escape, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Zhu clenched his fists, mustered up his courage, and with the help of others, knelt down with difficulty.

"God's messengers, please forgive my offense, but today, I have something on my mind. If you don't get to know me, I will die with regrets!"

He didn't trust Zhao Xun, didn't trust Miss Qin who gave the tribe seeds, didn't trust the shaman snake, and didn't trust the evil god Luo Lan who helped the tribe buy livestock and farm tools.

But he believed that if these guys lied, they would definitely not be able to hide it from the more than 20 gods' messengers present!

The gods' messengers were a little surprised, but did not stop them. They also wanted to know what had happened in the village in the past few days.

One of them said, "Ask first."

"Thank you for the grace of the divine messenger." Zhao Zhu bowed deeply and asked word by word, "Our ancestors once told us that if the shamans want to communicate with heaven and earth and practice the art of soul transfer, they must revere nature and be nurtured by nature. Is this true?"

Zhao Sha's face changed and he wanted to speak to stop him, but it was too late.

The gods' messengers were all puzzled and bewildered.

"Ah? Is there such a thing?"

"Doesn't your Soul Transfer Technique originate from the Holy Light Temple? I don't remember the Holy Light Temple having this tradition."

"Eating raw meat and drinking blood is such a low standard for the Holy Light Temple. How could a noble goddess practice such a disgusting technique?"

"Yes, our technique only absorbs the souls of humans at most. Don't you know that?"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was in an uproar.

Zhao Zhu widened his eyes and fell to the ground, his face full of disbelief.

"No way, no way."

The gods' messengers scoffed: "Believe it or not."

The cloth woven of lies was peeled off, revealing the bloody truth inside.

The tribesmen collapsed.

"The techniques we practice have been passed down orally by generations of clan leaders and ancestors. They deceived us!"

"No wonder I haven't made any progress in my Soul Transfer Technique for so many years. My strength is only at the level of a Battle Master. I can't even practice fasting and can only eat mice and insects! I thought I was just too poorly endowed, but I didn't expect that I was practicing a fake technique!"

"Zhao Sha, you are the clan leader, you must know the truth of all this, right?"

"Zhao Sha, you deceived us so badly!"

"Oh right, the divine messenger said that this technique consumes human souls... Where did the souls of our dead children, those dead relatives, go?"

Amidst the tribesmen's hoarse questioning, Zhao Sha's eyes gleamed, and he suddenly threw his head back and laughed:

"Hahahaha, hahahaha, you bunch of idiots, it's a waste of food if you're still alive, it's better to use you after you die, hahahahaha!"

It actually directly confirmed the fact that he had sucked the souls of his tribe members.

All the tribesmen stood up suddenly, their eyes instantly bloodshot, looking at Zhao Sha in horror as he laughed wildly in front of them, their blood almost stagnating in their bodies.

This is the patriarch whom they trust so much, how could he hurt them like this!

Some members of the tribe angrily beat drums: "Kill him, kill him! Avenge the deaths of our tribesmen!"

dong dong dong dong!

dong dong dong dong!