The mask on the Witch’s face was pointed at the Clan Leader, and the eyes hidden under the mask flickered with a cold gleam: "Chi, you once convinced not to teach martial arts outside. I obeyed you, but the unrest still occurred, why is that?"
Upon hearing this, the talented youths in the venue suddenly realized, looking at the Clan Leader full of hatred.
So, the Lord Witch had intended to teach us martial arts.
All of this was blocked by the Clan Leader!
The Clan Leader’s body involuntarily trembled slightly: "My Lord, all of today’s troubles are because of this outsider... If not for him... none of this could have happened!"
The Witch remained silent, but it seed everyone could see the cold face under his mask.
He said gloomily, "Chi, after all these years, it seems you still don’t understand my character..."
"No, Lord Witch! What I an is, please don’t..."
The Clan Leader raised his head in extre fear, his face bloodless.
However, before he could finish his sentence, he froze in place.
A sizzling sound mysteriously rose.
Everyone looked at the scene strangely.
What is happening? Why is there a strange sound?
Why did the Clan Leader suddenly shut his mouth?
In the next mont.
Sizzle!
The sound grew louder, and suddenly the Clan Leader’s head flew off, spinning many tis in the air. His body remained kneeling on the ground, and from the neck, already full of wounds, blood spurted like a fountain.
Thud!
When his head fell to the ground, everyone could clearly see his expression of utter despair and fear, and on his neck, there was a thin blood trail!
"The Clan Leader is dead!"
Not far away, Wing squatted on the ground, full of fear. Beside him, the Map lay there, oblivious to everything.
In the scene, many had the sa expression as Wing.
With the Clan Leader’s death, everyone’s mood turned icy cold.
Indeed, they hated this man who deprived them of their right to live as deep as an abyss.
But seeing him die so abruptly.
It felt like a shadow cast over everyone’s heart.
In that mont, all hatred vanished.
The only emotion left in their hearts was fear.
There were fearful looks all around.
Being watched like this, the Witch’s voice remained cold and steady: "Now that the culprit is dead, are you all satisfied?"
Satisfied?
In such a situation, who would dare be unsatisfied?
Fear gripped everyone present, not daring to utter a "no."
"Since you are satisfied, then compose yourselves. The tribe must continue to survive. For now, return to your hos. Before long, I will summon you."
No one dared to defy the Witch’s orders.
People looked at one another, and eventually, soone quietly left first.
Seeing the Witch not react, the others dared to follow suit.
Soon enough, the crowd dispersed, and the once crowded martial arts field beca empty.
On the ground, the corpses of six Elders and the Clan Leader still retained so warmth. Their deaths were so tragic that it sent a shiver down one’s spine.
But Qin Hao felt nothing at all.
He carefully examined the people once over, confirming that they were truly dead, and then lifted his eyelids, his gaze landing on the Witch.
"You don’t seem afraid of ?"
eting from afar, the Witch’s voice finally contained a slight fluctuation.
Qin Hao smiled: "You’re human, why should I fear you?"
This response seed inexplicable, but the Witch’s voice actually held a hint of appreciation: "You are right, it’s just a pity that many people do not understand this truth."
As he finished, the Witch’s eyes inadvertently looked to the side.
Ah Sang was the only one who had not left.
Being stared at by the Witch, she was initially a bit nervous, but recalling Qin Hao’s earlier words, she took the initiative to walk over, giving a respectful bow: "Greetings, Witch."
The Witch looked at her with a complicated gaze: "You are a little late."
Ah Sang lowered her head, "I just feel I have failed the Witch."
The Witch said nothing, and Ah Sang continued, "When I accepted the baptism, I clearly accepted the requirents of the Lord Witch for the ’Shelter Tribe,’ but I have failed to accomplish it."
The Witch’s voice beca calm, "Rembering these shows you haven’t forgotten your roots, rise."
"Thank you, Witch."
Ah Sang stood up, her gaze eagerly set on Qin Hao.
Unexpectedly, Qin Hao had sohow walked over, standing before the Witch with a look of a rogue eyeing a beauty, "Tsk tsk tsk, I thought this primitive tribe was full of rough n. Didn’t expect you to have such delicate skin."
At this remark, Ah Sang couldn’t help but grow nervous.
Brother Hao actually dared to joke with the Witch?
Isn’t that a bit too bold!
But who knew the Witch was not angry, instead saying with a smile, "You are quite good too."
"Not as good as your skin though." Qin Hao said with a grin, staring at the Witch’s bare hand extending from his sleeve, "Look at your skin, how fair it is."
The Witch interrupted, "That’s just because I haven’t been in the sun for a long ti. If you wish, you could too."
"Looks like you often stay in dark places?"
Qin Hao grew interested and asked.
The Witch turned and looked not far, where the outskirts of the village lay, a mountain peak towering a hundred ters high there.
He said, "I dwell there."
Qin Hao blinked, "May I co and see?"
"Certainly." Although the Witch didn’t smile, Qin Hao could clearly feel the smile in his words, "Please, follow ."
Afterward, Qin Hao and Ah Sang followed the Witch’s steps, leaving the martial arts field, heading towards the highest mountain peak in the village.
Perhaps due to the recent upheaval, the streets were devoid of people.
However, walking along the street, Qin Hao felt those fearful eyes hidden in the window displays.
Soon, they arrived at the territory of this tribe.
The slope of this mountain was not as complicated as imagined, a single winding path led upwards.
The three of them walked along the path, seeing countless strange flowers and herbs along the way.
Qin Hao’s eyes were wide open.
These strange flowers and plants were actually valuable dicinal herbs!
Reaching the top, he counted that there were hundreds of Fourth-Grade herbs alone along the roadside. The Fifth-Grade herbs were not far behind.
This peak was truly a treasure trove blooming with herbs!
"This is my cave."
The Witch’s voice pulled Qin Hao from his amazent.
Fixing his gaze, he saw a cave on the flat ground ahead, and from the vines and grasses growing on either side, they were also Fourth-Grade Purple Wisteria herbs.
"Please, co in."
After the Witch spoke softly, he took the lead and entered the cave.
Qin Hao and Ah Sang exchanged a glance, just about to speak, when Ah Sang said, "Brother Hao, you go in."
"You’re not going in?" Qin Hao asked with great curiosity.
Ah Sang shook her head: "Tribal regulations say that this is the Holy Acupoint, and only the Clan Leader and the Saintess are allowed to enter once. I have already been in, and cannot enter again..."
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