1261: C1261 Gather All the Leaders

C1261 Gather All the Leaders

Imp Za looked at the red sparrow with a determined expression. He gritted his teeth and said, "From now on, the Ghost Za Tribe and I will pledge our loyalty to the saintess!"

"I told you not to call me the Holy Maiden in the future."

As Red Sparrow spoke, he extended a hand with a smile. "From now on, we are our closest comrades and companions, Brother Ghost Za!"

Xiaoza was completely dumbfounded.

Although Red Sparrow had repeatedly emphasized that she was no longer the Saintess of the Church of Red Shirt, she was currently the target of Sang-Zhuzalo's pursuit.

However, the concept that they had developed over a long period of time was still difficult to change in a short period of time. The position of the Red Sparrow in their hearts was holy and high above all else.

However, at this moment, she suddenly extended a white hand toward him enthusiastically, which made Little Ghost Za feel overwhelmed.

"What? Do you dislike that my hand is dirty?"

The Red Sparrow said with a smile.

"No, no, no..."

Little Ghost Za instinctively stretched out his hand and held the Vermilion Bird's fair little hand, his heart thumping non-stop.

Then, his eyes turned red and he knelt down on one knee. He said firmly, "From now on, my life will be yours, Saint... Saint Lord!"

Yang Xuan teased from the side, "Haha, the Saint has become the Saint Lord. I didn't expect you to be promoted. Not bad, not bad. This title is not bad."

Red Sparrow did not reject Little Ghost Za's title. She knew that she had to have a certain degree of affinity with everything. However, she must not be too polite when it was time to hold it. This way, she would be able to better control people's hearts.

After settling this matter with Little Ghost Za, this matter was considered half done.

Following that, the few of them began to discuss what they should do next.

"The biggest problem we have right now is that there are too few people and we don't have enough troops."

Yang Xuan's words cut straight to the crux of the matter.

Little Ghost Za frowned and said, "This is a serious injury. There are only a few people in the Ghost Za Tribe, including men, women, old people and young people. There are even fewer people who have the ability to fight."

Yang Xuan said with a smile, "If you don't have a spear, then go and find a spear. If you don't have anyone, then think of a way to find someone. There are a dozen or so outer sect powers here, and there should be a lot of people, big and small, in total."

Imp Za shook his head and said, "It's useless. These people seem to be very friendly on the surface, but they are actually a group of selfish people."

"They were very respectful to us before, because the Ghost Za Tribe has enough strength and influence."

"But now that we have fallen into such a situation, it would be good if those people did not add insult to injury."

After Yang Xuan heard that, he smiled and said, "Didn't you find a way to get their help just now?"

Imp was confused. "What method?"

Yang Xuan smiled and said, "You just said that they are a group of people who only care about profit. If we want to unite them, we need to form a common interest with them."

"Just like us, as long as we are on the same boat and have the same situation and goals, as long as we use some tricks, they won't be able to get on our boat even if they don't want to."

Seeing that Yang Xuan was still puzzled, Yang Xuan looked at him with a smile and told him what he would do tomorrow.

After hearing this, Imp Za gently knocked his head and asked hesitantly, "Will this work?"

Red Sparrow said from the side, "You don't have to worry about that. Just do as we say tomorrow. You don't have to worry about the rest."

Soon, the night passed.

Not long after the sun rose the next day, a funeral ceremony was held for Old Ghost Zaar in a spacious area next to the Ghost Zaar Tribe.

In this region filled with faith, death was a very important matter.

Even the sentenced prisoner had the right to enjoy a complete funeral.

Moreover, this funeral was still a leader, so he couldn't be careless.

The leaders of the dozen or so red-clothed outer sect forces had to personally come to the scene. Even the headquarters of the red-clothed cult had sent people to deliver some of the items needed for the funeral.

Little Ghost Zaar was Old Ghost Zaar's only son, so he was naturally the person in charge of the funeral.

There were all sorts of complicated ceremonies at the funeral. Imp Zaza knelt on the ground, and beside him were the people of the Ancient Zaar Tribe singing and dancing the local undead.

On the other side were the leaders of the dozen or so outer force tribes.

Imp Zaza was crying on the other side, while the dozen or so people were yawning nonstop, seemingly very impatient and perfunctory.

Although according to the rules, they had to personally attend, but the situation in the Ghost Zaar Tribe had already passed, so they did not have to be polite like before.

Yang Xuan and Red Sparrow hid in the dark, quietly watching everything, waiting for the opportunity to come.

After three hours, the funeral came to an end.

There was a ceremony for the Spirit Invitation Plate, which was to take out a plate with the name of the deceased, and use a special ceremony to place it in a dug pile of dirt, then cremate the corpse of the deceased, and the funeral would be over.

During the process of taking out the plate, everyone had to stand up and bow to the plate. This was a rule that no one could casually change.

Little Ghost Zaza stood on the altar and said to the leaders of the dozen or so tribes, "Uncles and elders, today is the day of my father's death returning to heaven. I am grateful to all of you for coming to send my father on his last journey."

"However, my father is lucky compared to all of you, because at least my father had someone to send him off before he left."

"But on the day that all of you leave, I wonder if there will be someone to send you off for the last time."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire audience fell silent as if they had died.

The expressions of the tribe leaders instantly froze, and they stared at Little Ghost Za with an especially furious gaze.

One of them said in a deep voice, "Little Ghost Za, what nonsense are you saying? Are you cursing us to death?"

Little Ghost Zha shook his head lightly. "Uncles, don't worry. Junior has no intention of cursing everyone. Junior only did this out of good intentions."

As he spoke, Little Ghost Za clapped his hands and said loudly, "Invite the spirit tablet!"

Following that, a group of people dressed in special clothing walked up to the funeral altar in a row with the spirit tablet in their hands.

The ten or so tribe leaders below had puzzled looks on their faces. Why were there so many people coming up at once?

Just as they were confused, Imp Za shouted once again, "Open spirit tablets!"

As Imp said that, the ten or so people neatly lifted the white cloth covering the spirit tablet.

When they saw these spirit tablets, the faces of the dozen or so tribe leaders instantly froze. Then, their eyes flashed with fierce killing intent!

The names of each and every one of them were impressively written on these spirit plates!

Although what Imp Zaar said previously made them very angry, they could still barely suppress the flames.

However, when they saw their names being written on the spirit tablets, the eyes of the dozen or so people instantly turned red!2

This kind of behavior was undoubtedly a huge taboo in this region!

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