Chapter 170 – The ‘wanderer’ Yan Shuo (2/2)

Yan Shuo eyes opened wide due to the surprise.

“I …. Really can’t stand it any more! Today I met them again, they had power once again.” That guy burst out.

Yan Shuo knew who the ‘they’ were. They were the ones that came together with them earlier, those that became slaves. The area in front, where that guy was looking at before was where the slaves were living at now.

Yan Shuo gaped, not knowing what to say. He had originally wanted to leave with everyone and find a nice place to stay, work hard to live on. However, who would have thought that the other had already given up, couldn’t endure it anymore. Having no power really made people feel oblivion.

“Okay, i’m going,” That guy walked over the door but stopped again, his back facing Yan Shuo, slightly tilted his head: “Quickly make a decision, also, stop thinking about the impossible stuff anymore.”

After the guy had left, Yan Shuo sat inside silently, looked at the fire in the fireplace, and stared wordlessly.

Eyes gazing straight into the fireplace, the muscles on Yan Shuo twitched twice, the meridians on his not stark arm could be visibly seen. The weirdest thing was that the lines on Yan Shuo’s face were not very clear, however, if Shao Xuan were here, he would definitely recognise them immediately. That that was the Flaming Horns tribe’s warriors’ totem pattern on his face!

Only, compared with the Flaming Horns tribe’s totem warriors, the patterns on Yan Shuo’s face were very light. It was not stable either, sometimes it would be clear, sometimes it was completely faded. There were also no other patterns on the upper body or the arms.

Yan Shuo had always thought, his own power was not merely just this. But because they were wanderers, and had no origin flame, therefore he could not become a real totem warrior.

He knew his own ancestors were from the Flaming Horns tribe. The stories passed down from each generation, everybody kept them in their hearts, Flaming Horns tribe, and the totem of the tribe.

“Dad had said the Flaming Horns tribe is still here.” Yan Shuo mumbled.

“Flaming Horns tribe members, each are strong and big warriors. They can easily lift a bear, sporting the flame’s twin horns totem pattern. They are able to cover their entire body with it, the Flaming Horns tribe flame, it can cover an entire mountain….”

Yan Shuo originally only mumbled while talking to himself, his tone was still considered calm, just like narrating a story. But slowly his tone brought along depression, his eyes reddening.

Because of obsession, Yan Shuo’s ancestors has added a ‘Yan’ [”炎”] or a ‘Jiao’ [�[角]n their descendants’ names. This is so that they could always remember their own tribe’s name [�[炎角部]if one day they could find their tribe, their wishes would be fulfilled. Therefore, the descendants were not allowed to join other tribes, not allowed to become slaves. Even if they died, they were not allowed to betray their own tribe.

However, so many years had passed, the Flaming Horns tribe was already no longer remembered by people. The people around had no one who had heard of this kind of tribe. No matter how many times Yan Shuo had said that the Flaming Horns tribe still exists, the totem flame was still burning, the others just would not believe.

But Yan Shuo’s power was indeed stronger than the others, also, he could slightly reveal totem patterns. He could stick around until the present, this was also one of the reasons he could continue.

But now, he felt at a loss.

They came with the other ten people at first, all of them did not manage to endure through, now there was only his family left.

Leave?

If there were not enough people, once their family leaves, before reaching their destination, they would probably die.

Two days ago someone left, but the next day, he had been found by someone in a nearby river. His body drained of blood, it was the deed of those mosquitoes. His bottom half had been chewed up, the deed of the wild beasts that came from the woods at night during their activities. If, let’s say if, another day had passed, he probably would not even have his head intact either.

Even if Yan Shuo was stronger than the rest by a bit, but it was only compared to the other wanderers; against those totem warriors, it was not even able to compare.

Power!

Only when you have power, then can you live a better life in this world.

This was also one of the reasons why the wanderers that could not endure anymore became slaves. Becoming a slave means you lose your freedom and much more, but at least they could be awarded power from their masters!

Only, how to choose?

Is it to continue to endure, keep on looking, or wait for the Flaming Horns tribe’s news to come, or be like those wanderers who gave up enduring and find a tribe to lean on, or become a slave.

No, definitely not!

Yan Shuo’s both hand held his head.

Cannot give up, no! Dad has said that the tribe is still here, definitely here!

The woman sitting on the wooden plank, after seeing her husband this way, hesitantly wanted to comfort him, but she had also wondered if should they should be like the rest and choose another path?

But, when the woman wanted to speak up, the woman realised that on her own husband’s body, there were some patterns along his face, extending to his neck, then his arms; a pattern like flames started appearing from the shoulders down to his entire upper arm, then after some time….

“That…..That…..” The woman was overly shocked, no words could come out.

Yan Shuo, who was hugging his head in thought lifted his head up when he heard her. his eyes were still stained with blood red strands. Seeing his own wife being like this, he felt a bit uncertain, but seeing where his wife was pointing at, the moment when he looked at himself, he had also seen the totem patterns that had spread out.

From the moment he was born till now, other than the time when he was ten years old, only translucent patterns had appeared, there were no other such instances. But now, these totem patterns that had appeared….

These patterns, were just like prepared firewood that had not been lit, but today they had ignited, although not clear, but the outlines of the patterns could still be seen

Yan Shuo remembered about what his own father had said: “You must believe, in our blood the power still exists, it is only in a dormant state. When one day, the time is ripe, it will start to slowly be awakened.