Chapter 545 (1/2)

Cangcao tribe is a blood refining tribe with tens of thousands of people. Of course, not as much as a thousand taels of blood spirit stone wealth can not be taken out. But these 1000 Liang blood spirit stones are basically all they have.

Every year, they will have the most money after the new blood refining place. Accordingly, when the migration is about to reach its destination and begin to refine blood, it is the poorest time for them.

However, the young master of the red thorn people was the character they had to change hands. Therefore, Mu Ge ordered the whole family to search the bottom of each household's box. As long as it was a blood spirit stone, it must be found out, and at all costs to gather up the 1000 Liang.

After a while, a basket containing 100 Jin of blood spirit stone was sent to gou Zhu. He was deeply impressed by this pile of blood spirit stones of various shapes and colors, most of which looked old.

”Lord xianzun, one thousand liang of blood spirit stones have been collected. Please count them.”

The blood spirit stones that Gou Zhu saw in the two kingdoms city and Taibai forest were all neatly cut into square blocks, which were marked with the weight and quality. This kind of ”primitive” blood spirit stone is really rare.

At this moment, he really regretted that he would not be able to extort the poor people and starve them to death in the wilderness? Then the evil he has done will be great.

However, he had no more money to pay for the goods than he paid for it. He tried to put on a look of disdain, squinted again and said lightly:

”don't order it. You can take them with you. ”

He points to the half dead red spine lying behind them, shakes his courage, and then swipes his sleeve to use the force of emptiness. The white elusive light flashed, and the blood spirit stones disappeared. All of them were moved into his immortal Lotus by him.

A few straw people with angry eyes came in and lifted the gall. Their anger was not against Gouzhu and others, but against the little Lord of the red thorn tribe. The hands of the young master and his fellow countrymen were stained with the blood of the grey straw man.

Seeing that Gouzhu had taken that pile of blood spirit stones, mug breathed a sigh of relief. Although this one took away all his family property, the demon monks took his blood spirit stone, and they stood on their side. What's more, the key thing through Zhuyang gorge finally came to them. They have a chance to take control of their own destiny.

Cang straw man used a stretcher to carry out the shaking gall, and countless Cang straw people surrounded by his eyes. Many people would like to start immediately to peel his skin and cut meat into a blood spirit stone. Anyway, the guys are ready. But Mugler ordered them to disperse and called the priest to him for treatment. In the blood refiner's tribe, the priest also served as a doctor.

Mug had to keep the animal alive, and he couldn't exchange it for a chance to pass through Zhuyang gorge.

Gouzhu heard a low bugle sound outside, which was melodious and pathetic, in sharp contrast to the music and dance under the cheerful drum beat in front of them.

After a while, the drum stopped and the straw people apologized and dispersed. Although the tent of Gouzhu was still bright, it was quite deserted.

They didn't hang around in the tent any more, they just went outside. Gouzhu saw that the Cang straw people had gathered in the sound of the horn, and they were holding a funeral.

In order to avoid the downfall of the whole army in Zhuyang gorge and resist the first wave of attack by the red haired baboon, the grey straw man formed a group on a snow field in Yinlong mountain range, and piled up the corpses and firewood of the same clan into a pile.

Many people died in the pit of Zhuyang gorge, and the people of the clan also risked to carry these bodies back under Zhuyang gorge. According to the practice of the blood refining tribe, even if these people who often migrate to the cemetery, no one will pay homage to them, but they can't leave them in the forest to be eaten by wild animals, so it's good to burn them with a fire.

They have lived through wilderness since childhood, and death is as common as eating. But it is also unusual to die so many young people at one time. When the fire started, the sound of horns came and went, like a continuous whimper, echoing on the ridge of the vast snow mountain.

Snow began to fall down again, the snowflakes confused people's eyes, but how can not put out hundreds of corpses piled up to burn the pile of crackling flames. They kept adding wood to the fire. The fire rose like a dance, rolling up many black ashes and flying into the air.

”Hum I'll go to the canyon and kill all those bastards The more he looked at the wood, the more uncomfortable he felt. He had been a hunter since childhood. In his eyes, hunters and hunters met in the mountains. They were friends rather than enemies. They should take care of each other. But the hunter to the hunter, that is the scum that the animal is inferior to.