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The big bull was confused, with fear remaining in his eyes, but his heart was replaced by an inexplicable emotion. The deep loss made the big bull feel confused. Since he was no longer confused, this emotion appeared in his heart for the first time.

He seemed to understand something vaguely. He slowly bent his knees in the direction where the altar disappeared, and his knees fell to the ground, making a muffled sound, and then his forehead knocked on the ground, nine times in a row, and then he stood up after bowing again.

The whole process was speechless and extremely solemn. Mu Ming watched from the side, and circles of light curtains flew from a distance and sank into his body.

More than a dozen black jars flew over, seals were pasted on the jars, runes were engraved, outlining human figures, and some outlines could be seen vaguely.

Mu Ming's eyes were dull and he silently knelt down to these jars. It was logical that this should not be the case, but Mu Ming felt guilty.

I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me!

What's more, these people were indeed dead at Mu Ming's hands. Even if they were occupied by the ghost witch, if they had not designed it at the beginning, they might have been able to avoid this matter, but... the ghost witch's temperament is probably impossible.

The ghost put all the bones of these people into the jar. They all became mummies, and their bodies were broken when they were touched and could no longer be transported. They could only seal them like inside the jar. The runes on them were sacrificial objects from the witch clan, and they were runes engraved by those who sacrificed their dead.

A few jars flew over and slowly fell down. The big bull was stunned at first, but when he saw Mu Ming doing this, he understood everything.

"You killed uncle and the others!" Daniu's voice was very low and a little hoarse, and Mu Ming choked up when he heard it.

Mu Ming nodded and shook his head again. The big bull asked again: "Why is this so? Why do you want to kill them?" He was full of anger at Mu Ming, and no longer had the previous fear, even though he knew that Mu Ming was in a wrong state.

Mu Ming stood up, turned around, and after watching Daniu remain silent for a moment, he said the whole story.

The big cow listened carefully and kept looking at Mu Ming's eyes, trying to distinguish the authenticity. But as he listened, he fell into his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and finally muttered to himself: "It turned out to be my ancestor! He... said nothing wrong!"

His words were painful, and his eyes became more and more confused. Everything today made him feel extremely uncomfortable. Without the anger he had before, he had only helplessness.

"We just want to see what's going on here... Why is God so eyeless?"

In the end, the big bull roared, but his voice became more hoarse.

The big bull kowtowed to several jars and recited their names. In fact, the big bull didn't even know the titles of some of them, but it didn't matter anymore.

"Do you have a way to take away these things?" Daniu looked at Mu Ming's storage bag. He had a somewhat incomplete dream. In the dream, he seemed to be able to fly to the sky and escape, and there was a similar bag around his waist.

His voice trembled with the scent of pleading!

Mu Ming nodded, and waved his hand and the jars turned into streams of light and disappeared.

Only then did the big bull notice the changes around him. He was like a whirlpool. The scenery in the distance was pulled into his body like a picture by the force of space.

The vast space was only less than tens of miles away, and countless insects tried to fly away, but they were all involved and finally flew into his body.

Mu Ming looked at this scene and knew in his heart that the ghost still left here to pave the way for this young man, and may also be a compensation for his descendants.

The big bull closed his eyes and seemed a little uncomfortable. The divine lights flew over, making his body sway. At first, he didn't realize anything, but at this time he let go of himself, and the divine lights entered his body faster and faster.

The surrounding space shrank sharply. When it was only a few feet long, a strong force fell on the wood name itself. The wood name was squeezed out, and the sky was spinning in front of him. The wood name felt a different aura.

A cold wind blew, and the wood name felt a little chilling. The world in front of us was a little hazy, as if it was in the darkness.

There was no smell of a big bull around, and Mu Ming panicked, but at this moment, the void fluctuated and the voice of the big bull appeared.

He fell from mid-air, but a cloud appeared at his feet, causing him to slowly land.

He was a little unsteady, but he quickly adapted. If it were in the past, these changes would make him ecstatic, but at this moment, he seemed a little confused. After landing, he had a little fear in his eyes. Until this time, he found a torch around him. Mu Ming found a Akiko from the storage bag and ignited it with his magical powers.

"Take it, go back to your tribe, but still remember the road?"

Mu Ming said, the big bull nodded, not too much speechless, but he was very slow. After specifying a direction, he led the way with Mu Ming. He held the stone knife in his hand tightly, which made him feel at ease.

"The night here is strange, it is a little brighter than usual." Mu Ming said, silent all the way, only torches made noises from time to time, so there was nothing to say, but it was also the place where Mu Ming felt a group of people.

The big bull nodded, but found that the wooden name in the dark night had not been seen, and it was impossible to see it before, so he spoke out: "The 180 days of this year are daytime. One 80 days of worship, and the dark night is half dark and half bright for five days in the middle. Now is a half dark and half bright day. However, these are also the days mentioned by people in the clan, but they have never noticed it before."

The name of the wood knows, and Daniu was only a few years old before, so he definitely couldn't know these things.

As soon as he thought of this, Mu Ming asked, "When did you... feel like you have changed?"

"I used to be a fool, so..." Daniu Dao, Mu Ming paused, and did not look back, but said softly: "Sorry, no intention of offending!"

The big bull didn't care and planned to shake his head, but when he thought of being in the dark, he said, "It's okay, Xiaoyue once said that she envied me for my carefreeness. If people understand... they will have a lot of worries, and now they respond!"

The big bull stopped, looked behind him, and finally turned his gaze to the wooden name storage bag.

Mu Ming noticed it and stopped, saying, "No matter what, I have my responsibility for this matter!"

The big bull shook his head and said, "Maybe, the fate of our clan is like this. No wonder you, no matter whether you appear or not, it will come true!"

Perhaps it was because of Mu Ming's words just now, or because the big bull's own wisdom was opened, he became mature, while Mu Ming was a little dazed because he saw Zang Mou's shadow.

Zang Mou is taciturn, but his words always make people think deeply. Now... Mu Ming feels like this.

"Am I me?" Suddenly, the big bull appeared in front of him. The light of the torch illuminated his face, but Mu Ming cared more about the clear eyes. Unlike Zang Mou, these eyes were clean, just like his heart, Zang Mou was full of worries and cared too much.

"I know this question is not weird. The look you look at me... it's wrong. It seems to be looking at another person. I didn't ask why you left me to escort me!"

Mu Ming was surprised, but Da Niu said, "I have some memories in my mind, which are about you and your group, but... I don't want to ask more."

Wood name Mingwu, the previous memories came from that space, which was the mysterious realm of the ghost witch, and recorded the traces of everyone.

"But I used to dream that I could fly and hide. There was also a woman in white standing in the distance. It was very hazy and always made me feel heartbroken. Then I woke up and kept repeating it until a month ago, when I suddenly realized that I had become different." Daniu said, as if he had answered the previous question from Mu Ming.

"Is it before January!" Mu Ming looked at the palm of his hand, and there was a white mark.

Kou Nai avoided his gaze and turned around and continued to walk forward.

The big bull looked at Mu Ming's back in the fire. For some reason, he clearly realized that Mu Ming was not as old as himself, but he regarded Mu Ming as a senior in his heart. At this time, he had no resentment towards Mu Ming. For some reason, he felt incredible.

However, the big bull himself did not say anything, but his steps became slower and slower. The sky was still darker. It was supposed to be dawn but there was no trace of light. Mu Ming's steps also slowed down. Perhaps it was because of the big bull or other reasons.

So, after a long time, some light appeared in front of the two of them, and choking sounds came from behind. The big bull burst into tears. He knelt on the ground and started crying loudly!

Some people heard from afar, moving a little brightly, and getting faster and faster.

A moment later, some women appeared, and they were alert. However, when they saw the big bull kneeling on the ground and in pain, they had a bad premonition and looked at each other. Some people stared at Mu Ming and showed fear, but there were many doubts. Some were looking around, trying to find out if there were still people who had not appeared.

Mu Ming waved his hand and more than a dozen jars appeared and fell gently on the ground. Some of the women and children saw this, and some fainted on the ground. Only a girl could poke her little head out of the women and children. Her cute face, which was originally expected, suddenly burst into tears. The girl suddenly burst into tears and rushed over, holding a jar and crying loudly.

The situation suddenly lost control. Some people fell to the ground with tears in their eyes, some choked silently, some shook their heads constantly, and some people were expressionless, but their eyes were already empty!

Mu Ming knelt down slowly and bowed gently. His emotions were complicated and pain appeared deep in his heart.

At this time, an old man walked up tremblingly, with little steps, but his speed was very fast, as if he was extremely hasty. Seeing this scene, the old man was stunned, opened his mouth slightly, and his lips suddenly trembled.

After a while, the old man closed his eyes and shook his head, leaned on a crutch with one hand, raised his hand to wipe the tears with the other, and murmured: "After all... I can't change this life... the sky has no eyes!"

He didn't have much emotion, but his body became more and more hunched. Finally, he turned slowly and headed towards the tribe. His movements were extremely slow and his steps were extremely heavy.

What Mu Ming didn't know was that one of the jars contained the ashes of his only son! It was his closest relative! It was his support!

But... aren't all the jars here all the closest relatives of these people, and aren't they all relying on them?
Chapter completed!