Soul of Negary

"Comoros, why are you coming back alone, Dax? They?" At the gate of the village is a 30-year-old uncle who looks more heroic. If in the world before Wang Yuan, with a handsome face With strong muscles, this uncle can fascinate a large group of little girls.

Comoros looked at the person in front of him. He knew this person. His name was Jacques. The captain of the village's guards was also an official of the village. He was very popular among the village. It is said that he was already designated as the next village chief. And Dax, who is a hunting team, is also a very good friend.

Thinking about it this way, Comoros sneered and said: "Dax, oh, he has violated the great Negri, and has died of pain in the epidemic."

"Comoros, what are you talking about, please stop kidding." Jacques narrowed his eyes and said very seriously.

"Why are you kidding me?" Comoros said toughly. "Daksi ignored the taboo and shot the great Negri's messenger, causing the disease. If not, I would pray to Negri in time and ask for forgiveness. Now The disease has spread in the village!"

"Comoros, you..." Jacques wanted to say something else, and saw Comoros uttering those words aloud to the villagers who had gathered because of their quarrel.

"Enough is enough, don't talk nonsense without evidence!" Jacques interrupted Comoros' statement that he could not accept the unclear death of his friend. The so-called Negri, he would not believe it.

Comoros looked at Jacques with anger on his face and swallowed. The other person was taller and taller than himself. If the other party had come to himself so irritably in the past, it is estimated that he would speak quickly. Not coming out.

But now it is different. Now behind me, standing is the great Negri, thinking about the magic of Negri, Comoros straightened his waist and shouted respectfully: "Evidence, please invite two God makes adults."

"It's okay." Wang Yuan stood in the distance and looked at Comoros' performance, so he controlled the two crows flying over the branches and hovering over them, dark eyes staring at the villagers.

"These two are the angels of the great Negri, and I'm here to read out the purpose they bring. Jacques, if you dare to stop it, it doesn't matter if you get a disease and die, don't involve our village!"

Seeing two dark crows hovering above them, the villagers felt a wave of fear. The culture of the gods, Negri, went deep into all aspects of their lives. Say it, just like that, say it or not, once If something happens, I still believe it.

But now two Negri believers are hovering above, combined with the words of Comoros, how can they make others unbelieve, so they look wrong at Jacques, if they are not afraid of 10,000, they will be afraid, if they are really attracted What about the epidemic?

Jacques also looked at the two crows, and the eyes of the villagers around him also felt that he wanted to shoot the two crows with bows and arrows, but he was sure that if he made a bow-drawing action, someone would come out Stop yourself.

"Daksi they shot the believers of Negri and angered the great Negri. He originally wanted to bring the plague to the village, so that the village would not bear the grass and people would die in pain, but the great Negri was let go We, but need us to offer our foreheads and help him develop new messengers."

In the custom of the Cauchy people, the consciousness of offering the forehead is to surrender to the surrender and give everything of oneself.

"Comoros, are you sure that what you said is true?" Suddenly a voice sounded, and an old man with a cane on his face and a smile on his face came over with the help of a young girl.

"The head of the village." The look of Comoros changed. If he dared to speak hard for Jacques, then for the village leader who was very prestigious in the village, he was a little afraid to lie. This has been for a long time. , The formation of fixed thinking.

"What I said is true. If you don't want Negri to offer her forehead and help the great Negri to train the messenger, then the plague will surely come to the village. I am all for the sake of the village. I say everything is true. Moro said stubbornly.

"I know, it's just that this kind of thing can't be decided at once. We need to discuss for a while." The village chief said with a smile. With his life experience, it can be easily seen in the words of Comoros, sure There are ingredients for exaggerating lies.

But Negri’s messenger couldn’t do anything fake, this matter had to be treated with caution, so the village chief smiled and said, “So, let’s wait for a meeting and discuss it, you and the two envoys also come over how about it?"

"This..." Comoros was a little stunned. After all, he was only a fifteen-year-old boy. The village head treated him so kindly, so he couldn't think of a rebuttal.

Wang Yuan shook his head on the side, Comoros was still too young, and was easily bluffed. Once he honestly took the crow to the meeting, the momentum was gone, even if it was really there. In the presence of Negri, the Comoros will also be eaten to death, and the right to get the hand will be very little at that time. At most, it will help raise crows, and it is basically impossible to sacrifice.

So Wang Yuan shot, and several mouse-like creatures rushed out directly. Their skin rotted, exposing blood and flesh, and issued an unpleasant scream. They rushed towards the old village chief, and Comoros also suddenly hurt, kneeling Off the ground.

The few mice jumped directly on the old village head, gnawed continuously, and fell down on the ground with the old village old man's decayed body, screaming, even if he had a high weight, he said nothing in this village. However, in the face of such attacks, it is no different from ordinary people, even weaker than ordinary people.

"Grandpa! Come and help!" The girl next to him quickly helped to pat the mice, but with a cry, she pulled her hand away and saw a bright red wound on her hand, so she turned to the side Shouted.

"Don't pass." Comoros lay on the ground and shouted in pain: "The nar beasts are all bearing the curse of Negri. Once bitten, they will be infected with the disease, and the village chief's words are angry. The great Negri, therefore punished, you go to help, only to continue to anger Negri."

Seeing that the once majestic village chief died so badly in front of him, Comoros fully realized that in front of the great Neg, what village chief was insignificant.

The people who were originally going to help stopped suddenly, far away from the village head and the bitten girl.

"The effect was initially achieved!" Wang Yuan said with a smile. Fortunately, he prepared his backhand. After the mice were infected with the germs, they had no resistance to the communication of Wang Yuan's consciousness. Unlike the crow, this is a disposable item. It is estimated that the disease will die within half a day.

But it was enough. After the establishment of this prestige, there must not be many people who dared to resist themselves in the village, except for that Jacques.

Thinking of this, Wang Yuan looked at the man who squeezed his fists.