1253: C1253 The traitor of kunlun

C1253 The traitor of kunlun

The Centennial Rites of the Death Village met with a heavy storm. Of course, this torrential rain was not naturally generated, but was man-made. And there was no one else present who could do this except for Ye Qian.

At this very moment, everyone in the Death Village was stunned, especially Patriarch Zhang Laixi.

Looking at the pouring rain that was pouring down into the Death Village, Zhang Laixi's face was covered in tears. He sat on the muddy ground in a daze: "It's over, it's over, the heavens do not bless my Death Village, the heavens do not bless my Death Village!"

At that moment, Zhang Laixi was completely disheartened, he stared at the rain and dew, then looked at the raging fire that was extinguished just like that, leaving a cloud of smoke in the air, all of the people of Death Village started to cry.

Death Village had already persisted for a full seven hundred years, but there had never been a situation like this before. To those in Death Village, this was no different from a calamity descending from the heavens.

However, to Zhang Quandan and the Er Ni’er on stage, this was obviously an opportunity, a gift from the heavens.

"It's raining, it's raining! Er Ni’er, did you see that?!

The rain had drenched everyone present and extinguished their hopes. At this moment, Zhang Laixi and the rest of the Death Village's villagers all looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

On the contrary, Condor tilted its head and looked at Ye Qian with eyes of admiration.

"Amazing, Marshal Ye, you are truly amazing!"

Others might not know what was going on with this rain, but the Condor knew it very well. This sudden and timely rain, in the eyes of the Condor, was definitely Ye Qian's doing. The Condor believed that there was a coincidence in this world, but they did not believe that the coincidence in this world could be so coincidental.

At that moment, the Condor was about to give Ye Qian a big big big brother, that kind of worship was from the inside, after all, in this world, it was rare to see someone who could summon such a heavy rain so easily, or to be more precise, the Condor had never seen someone with that kind of ability.

The torrential rain only stopped at Death Village for a moment, extinguishing all of the flames on the Cremation Stage.

However, as the rain poured down, the hundreds of villagers in Death Village were like chickens drenched in water. Big fellow, look at me, look at you, all of you stood on the spot with wooden faces.

As for the young villagers, who were beating Zhang Quandan with their staves, all retreated back in embarrassment to Zhang Laixi's side.

The current Zhang Laixi, as the village chief of Death Village, looked at the desolate scene that happened after the autumn rain, and could not help but let out a long sigh, before wiping away the rain on his face.

Standing beside Zhang Laixi, Zhang San looked at Zhang Laixi with sorrow: "Clan leader, this, this sacrificial ceremony, do you still want to continue?"

It was obvious that Zhang San was also trembling slightly at this moment, and was subconsciously trying to figure out Zhang Laixi's thoughts.

"Go on, why not?"

Zhang Laixi remained silent for a while, before clenching his teeth and said.

"But Patriarch, those, those firewood are all wet now, and after the rain, I'm afraid that Cremation will not be able to continue!"

Zhang Laixi's face was ashen: "The Centennial Rites of my Death Village concerns the safety of our village for a hundred years, and this rule was passed down from generations of ancestors, so it definitely cannot be broken from my hands. So what if you can't use the Cremation, we just have to sacrifice our offerings! "

Zhang Laixi then extended his hand out: "Give me your blade!"

Hearing Zhang Laixi's words, all the villagers were dumbstruck. However, there were some villagers who still stumbled forward and gave Zhang Laixi a sickle.

The scythe was sharp and shiny, and it was flickering with a cold light in the middle of the night.

However, Zhang Laixi's hand that was holding the sickle began to tremble uncontrollably.

Zhang Laixi's hair was still wet, he held his sickle and rushed to the stage, straight in front of Zhang Quandan and Er Ni’er.

Zhang Laixi and Zhang Quandan both looked at each other.

Zhang Quandan was caught off guard. "Zhang Laixi, what are you trying to do?"

Zhang Laixi did not waste time talking to Zhang Quandan. Instead, he waved the scythe in his hand and berated: "Get out of the way!"

It was obvious that Zhang Laixi was determined to go to his daughter.2

Zhang Quandan shifted and stood in front of Er Ni’er, "Zhang Laixi, you're crazy! Er Ni’er is your biological daughter!"

Zhang Laixi clenched his teeth and said: "I know, but it's precisely because she is my biological daughter that I had no choice but to do this. The Centennial Rites of my Death Village has never stopped for the past seven hundred years. As the patriarch of the Death Village, I cannot ruin the inheritance of the Death Village just because the Er Ni’er is my daughter. "

As he spoke, Zhang Laixi pointed the sickle in his hand, and said: "Zhang Quandan, move out of the way, if you obediently step down now, I can let bygones be bygones.

"Madman, madman, you are a madman!"

Zhang Quandan looked at Zhang Laixi in disbelief as he muttered to himself.

And at this moment, when the Condor and Ye Qian saw this scene, they were incomparably shocked and shaken. Ye Qian never thought that he wouldn't be able to clear Zhang Laixi's mind with this rain, and instead had become even more crazy.

Standing at the side, Ye Qian looked at the scene and could not help but exclaim: "If God wants to exterminate this thing, he must first make it crazy!"

As he said that, Ye Qian shook his head.

Just as Zhang Quandan was about to confront Zhang Laixi, a short figure suddenly jumped out from the crowd and ran onto the stage.

This time it was a little boy who rushed up to the stage. The little boy grabbed onto Zhang Laixi's trousers and cried out: "Daddy, Daddy, I beg you, I beg you, don't kill big sister. I don't want big sister to leave me, I don't want …"

Hearing the voice full of tears, almost everyone was moved, even Zhang Laixi himself was crying in pain, the gaze on the not so far away area had turned hollow.

"Er Ni’er, Er Ni’er has let you down, Daddy has let you down!"

As he repented, Zhang Laixi's gaze suddenly became gloomy. He no longer cared about his youngest son, and walked towards Zhang Quandan while dragging his wet leg of his pants.

However, right at this moment, a ray of light flashed across the dark sky, dazzling everyone's eyes.

Everyone saw the quiet and elegant manor in front of them erupt with dazzling light. Following that, a white robed, bearded, and beautiful old man stood in the sky with a very sage-like appearance.

After a moment of silence, a burst of exclamations broke out from the crowd: "Look, it's the High Priest, the High Priest!"

And at this moment, Ye Qian revealed a slight smile on his face: "What bullsh * t High Priest, he's just a traitor of Kunlun."

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