Soul of Negary

"Comoros, why did you come back alone? Dax and the others?" A 30-year-old uncle who looked rather valiant was standing at the gate of the village. If in the world before Wang Yuan, with his handsome face , Strong muscles, this uncle can fascinate a large number of little girls.

Comoros looked at the man in front of him. He knew this man. His name was Jacques. He is also a very good friend with Dax, who is a hunting party.

Thinking of this, Comoros sneered and said, "Dax, oh, he has offended the great Negri and has died painfully in the epidemic."

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

"Why are you joking?" Comoros said sternly: "Dakes, regardless of taboos, shot the messenger of the great Negri and caused an epidemic. If I hadn't prayed to Negri in time for forgiveness, now The disease has spread in the village!"

"Comoros, you..." Jacques wanted to say something, when he saw Comoros saying those words aloud to the villagers who had gathered because of their quarrel.

"Enough, don't talk nonsense if you don't have evidence!" Jacques interrupted Comoros' statement. He couldn't accept the ignorance of his friend's death. He wouldn't believe the so-called Negri.

Comoros looked at Jacques with anger on his face and swallowed. The other party was tall and tall, and he was a head taller than himself. If the other party came to him with such anger in the past, he probably would have spoken quickly. Not coming out.

But now it's different. Now standing behind him is the great Negri, thinking about the magic of Negri, Comoros straightened his back and shouted respectfully: "Evidence, please two Lord God."

"It's okay." Wang Yuan stood in the distance, and had seen the performance of Comoros, so he controlled two crows to fly over the branches, hovering above them, staring at the villagers with dark eyes.

"These two are the gods of the great Negri, and I'm here to read the will they brought. Jacques, if you dare to stop it, it doesn't matter if you die of the disease yourself, but don't implicate our village!"

Seeing two dark crows hovering above them, the villagers felt a burst of fear. Negri's god-name culture has penetrated into every aspect of their lives. Believe it, that's it, believe it or not, once If something happens, you will still believe it.

And now two Negri believers are hovering in the sky, combined with the words of Comoros, how can they make others not believe, so they look at Jacques in the wrong way, not afraid of 10,000, just in case, if it really invites What to do with the disease.

Jacques also looked at the two crows, and he also felt the eyes of the villagers around him. He wanted to shoot down the two crows with a bow and arrow, but he was sure that if he made the action of pulling the bow, someone would come out. stop yourself.

"Dax and the others shot Negri's believers and angered the great Negri. Originally, He was going to send a plague to the village, causing the village to be barren and people to die in pain, but the great Negri let it go. We, but need us to offer our foreheads and help Him to cultivate new messengers."

In the custom of the Cauchy people, the consciousness of offering one's forehead means surrendering to Qi and offering everything of oneself.

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

"Village chief." Comoros' expression changed. If he dared to talk back to Jacques, then he would not dare to lie to this very prestigious village chief. This is a long time ago. , the formation of fixed thinking.

"What I said is real,

If you don't want Negri to offer her forehead and help the great Negri to cultivate messengers, then the plague must come to the village. I am all for the good of the village, and what I say is true. "Comoros said stubbornly.

"I understand, but this kind of thing can't be decided all at once. We need to discuss it for a while." The village chief said with a smile. Based on his life experience, it is easy to see that Comoros' words are definitely Contains exaggerated lies.

But Negri's messenger can't be fake, and this matter must be treated with caution, so the village chief said with a smile: "Well, let's have a meeting later to discuss it, you and the two envoys will also come here. How about it?"

"This..." Comoro was stunned for a moment. After all, he was only a fifteen-year-old boy. The village chief treated him so kindly that he couldn't think of anything to refute.

Wang Yuan shook his head on the side, Comoros was still too young to be fooled so easily. Once he honestly brought the crow to hold that kind of meeting, his momentum would suddenly disappear, even if it was really there. With the existence of Negri, Comoros will also be eaten to death. At that time, there will be very few rights to get it. At most, you can help raise some crows. If you want to sacrifice, it is basically impossible.

So Wang Yuan took action, and several rat-like creatures rushed out. Their skins were rotting, revealing their flesh and blood, and they screamed unpleasantly, and rushed towards the old village chief. on the ground.

Those mice jumped directly onto the old village chief, gnawing at them constantly, and fell directly to the ground with the old village chief's frail body, screaming loudly, even if he was a high-ranking person, he was the only one in this village. , but in the face of this kind of attack, it is no different from ordinary people, and even weaker than ordinary people.

"Grandpa! Come and help!" The girl next to him hurriedly helped to pat the mice, but with a painful cry, she pulled her hand away and saw a bright red wound on her hand, so she faced the side beside her. man shouted.

"Don't go there." Comoros lay on the ground and shouted in pain: "Those nar beasts have Negri's curse on them. Once they are bitten, they will be infected with the disease. The village chief's words angered. Great Negri, who was punished for this, and you go to help, you will only continue to offend Negri."

Seeing that the once majestic village chief died so tragically in front of him, Comoros completely realized that in front of the great Negri, any village chief is insignificant.

The people around who were going to help suddenly stopped and avoided the village chief and the bitten girl far away.

"The effect is preliminarily achieved!" Wang Yuan said with a smile, but fortunately he prepared a backhand. After those mice were infected with the bacteria, they had no resistance to Wang Yuan's communication of consciousness. Unlike crows, this is a one-time product. , It is estimated that he will die in half a day.

But it's enough. After this prestige is established, there must be not many people in the village who dare to resist him, except that Jacques.

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