Me, Hydra

I, Hydra, chapter 113.

According to Attila, if nothing else the Eastern World he was talking about should be the place where he had survived in his previous life....

According to its statement, they should be one of the Northern Huns.

"What do you know about that eastern world...what do you know about it?"

At the words, Attila shook her head after a moment's thought and said.

"It has been too long ago, and the elder shaman has withheld information...so I do not know any other more information. But one thing is for sure, that country in the east is very strong, they call themselves the Han Dynasty, but the territory is called China Central State. Each of the Hundred Families ruled on their own..."

"A hundred sons?"

Hearing Hydra's confusion, Attila nodded quietly.

"It seems to be the head figure of many schools of thought, I'm not really sure about the specifics..."

At the news, Hydra fell silent for a moment.

"When you get a chance...can I meet that elder shaman you speak of?"

Atilla raised an eyebrow at the news.

"What do you want with him?"

"I'd like to get some news about...my hometown."

"Huh?"

Attila's eyebrows knitted together.

........

Zhongzhou, also known as Middle Earth, Middle Plain, China, the ancient name for the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River, means the middle of the country, the middle of China. The Han dynasty in this book has been chosen to be overhead in order to prevent your readers from tearing it up, and I hope you don't mind. After all, directly after the Qin dynasty is the Han dynasty, and the Han dynasty has begun to respect Confucianism alone....

I prefer the Confucianism of the Warring States period to that of the Confucianism of Dong Zhongshu.

Volume 1: Text-146 - The man who left his homeland.

Following Attila's footsteps, I came to a very old looking tent.

Attila took a look at Hydra who was like a small snake beside him and said faintly, "This is the elder shaman in here, just ask her directly if you need anything."

Upon hearing that, Hydra nodded quietly, then manipulated her spirit consciousness to enter the tent in front of her.

The tent looked just like a normal camping tent from the outside, but when you walked inside you would find that it was a completely different world.

Almost the size of two stories, which was obviously a technique used for spatial control, a pale looking old woman sat on a futon in the middle, a strange birch bark mask covering her face. But according to Hydra's observation, this old man should be an old lady.

What to say, this old lady didn't give Hydra a good first impression, she was dirty, the hair on her back was more than ten meters long, and it was obvious that it hadn't been taken care of for a long time, the grease and grime on it had caked that hair into strands.

The flesh revealed on the body gives the feeling like an air-dried orange peel, tawny skin but this one has a deep or shallow groove, even the hair is not even bothered to take care of people obviously do not need to expect too much whether he will take a bath or not, it is expected that a random pinch can rub a big mud ball.......

The old shaman's body was filled with all sorts of skulls, some with only the skull left, while others were as fresh as if they had just been cut off....

What creeped Hydra out a little was the smiles that could be felt on all those heads. Especially the fresh looking heads, they grinned, showing a jagged white tooth in a blank grin, as if they didn't know they were just a head....

"Ah... you're here..."

The elder shaman's trembling voice sounded as if he might swallow his breath at any moment, but it was clearly a bit of a fantasy. The cloudy gaze revealed from behind the birch bark mask seemed to be examining Hydra's soul.

Just as Hydra was about to say something, the old shaman held out his palm that was like a withered branch.

"You're asking about the exact situation there in the East..."

As he said, the old shaman coughed violently as if he was a candle in the wind, and his thin form looked as if it might hiccup in front of Hydra at any time.

Nodding his head, Hydra said faintly.

"Yes, try to tell me everything you know if you can..."

Nodding, the old shaman continued.

"I can guess why you ask...you have a taste in your soul from that side of the East, when Huo and Wei Qing led the Han army against us, and half of our people chose to bow down before their onslaught, and the other half was us. We were expelled, and on our way to be expelled we crossed the green hills and evil waters to this world of rich pasture, and then, as you you see, we took root in this world and achieved what we are now..."

As he said that, the old shaman suddenly fell silent. Then looking at the ghostly Hydra in front of him, he said, "I don't know why you have an oriental flavor in your soul...but I suppose you are a poor man who has left his homeland. I hope you will be kind to Attila, she is a good and kind child..."

At the words, Hydra nodded.

"You don't have to tell me that, I wouldn't hurt my friend...as long as he didn't wield a knife like I did."

Hearing Hydra's words, the old shaman breathed a sigh of contentment.

Then continued.

"That's enough assurances from you. What else is there to ask?"

Nodding, Hydra spoke up.

"What's the state of the various sons that Atilla speaks of...now?"

After a moment's silence, the old shaman nodded.

"I can answer that for a moment or two, but I once traveled to the Han in my youth. The clash of ideas between the various schools of thought still continues, and the Great Han Celestial Son has not taken a stand. Whenever the Great Han Celestial Son takes a stand, I'm sure the various schools of thought will stop arguing..."

With a thoughtful nod and a final glance at the shaman in front of him, who seemed as if he might walk away at any moment, Hydra quietly pushed out of the tent.

Witnessing Hydra's departure, the skull beside the old shaman's body seemed to change its expression.

From laughing, it changed to crying.

"O Ancestral God..."

As he said that, the old shaman slowly stopped breathing, and the moment he stopped breathing, the old shaman's body instantly turned into a puff of decaying ash, as if he was holding on strong in his previous state.

"Please bless us..."

------. -- dividing line

Stepping out of the tent, Hydra nodded.

"Let's go, we've asked all the questions we need to..."

At the words, Attila shrugged his shoulders, then turned away without a word.

Seeing this, Hydra also followed Attila's footsteps.

Looking back at the tent behind him, Hydra felt that the space inside had fallen into devolution due to the loss of support. And judging from the state the old shaman was in, it was clear that he couldn't withstand the oppression caused by the obliteration of space.

As the uniformly clear wind blew past, a scattering of decaying ash drifted from the tent to the east.

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