Chapter 15

The dark sky soon completely darkened. In a dark night, the body occupied by Chen Ming was sleeping on one side, but the spirit had left his body and came to another scene.

Looking at the wild from the perspective of the spirit, I only feel that yin and resentment are enveloped in the four fields, and among the miserably defeated and broken life forms, a light red life form is particularly conspicuous.

After seeing the light red life, Chen Ming smiled and came to the man's near with his body moving.

In a dark house, a man sat silently on a bed made of animal skin, silent. It was Krim.

Chen Ming looked at Clem on the bed and didn't say much. He directly inspired him with divine power and shrouded him in the depths of the sea.

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"Clem, Clem."

"Hmm?" a faint voice gradually came from my ears, breaking the calm. He opened his eyes unexpectedly, but saw a familiar figure.

"Kerim, the sacrifice of the Zuling will begin soon, and we will start right away." a rough and familiar voice sounded in his ear.

He opened his eyes fiercely and looked at the familiar middle-aged man in front of him: "father."

Opposite, hearing his sudden call, the man was stunned, and his face was filled with joy: "what did you just call me?"

Suddenly, Clem felt something wrong. His adoptive father, who had been killed in a battle long ago, could not be alive.

He jumped out of bed quickly, and suddenly a very wrong feeling hit his heart. He looked at his hand fiercely. The thick calluses on his hands had long disappeared, and a pair of tender white hands came into his eyes.

He looked around again, a pair of sharp eyes looked at him tightly, and didn't miss any details.

"Here is... He was shocked. He looked at the familiar scenes around him and was stunned:" when I was a child. "

On the other side, the dull man looked at Clem who was looking at him in the end. He was puzzled: "Clem, what's the matter with you?"

Hearing the familiar tone across from him, Clem looked up fiercely, and his nose was sour for some reason.

He stared at the familiar but strange adoptive father opposite, and his thoughts gradually flew in his mind.

This is a story of a long time ago. Clem was born in a small tribe far away. His father died early and grew up alone by his mother. He spent a hard but warm and full childhood. Later, the enemy invaded and the tribe was wiped out. His mother let him escape in order to attract attention and was caught.

Without the protection of his people, he wandered alone in the wilderness. An eight or nine year old child seeks survival alone in such a strange and terrible wilderness. He met ghosts and wolves, ate some barely edible grass roots and leaves, and survived all kinds of dangers.

Although he never died, he knew in his heart that if he continued like this, he would die in the desert sooner or later. But it seemed that the gods always didn't want him to die. One morning, he met his adoptive father.

It was a strong but always lonely middle-aged man without children. He was very happy to see him alone in the wilderness and picked him up as his own child. Then there were hard years. Although his adoptive father never mentioned it, he knew how difficult it was to bring a little child like an oil bottle in such a difficult and dangerous environment.

Later, when he was fifteen years old, his adoptive father was killed by the enemy in a battle because of his old age.

"Clem, what's the matter with you?" his adoptive father said strangely when he saw that he hadn't said it for a long time.

"I'm fine," Clem replied seriously, looking at his adoptive father.

Hearing what he said, his adoptive father had to nod his head: "let's go. The sacrifice has begun. The high priest is offering sacrifices to the ancestors."

Then, without waiting for Clem to reply, he took him away.

What he did not know, however, was that his words reached Clem's ears and stirred up a wave.

"Sacrifice..." his heart was a little cold, and a bad premonition came from it. It seemed to tell him that the nightmare many years ago would repeat itself.

Under an altar, there were thousands of people, but only men and children, and women were not qualified to participate in the sacrifice.

In the midst of the crowd, relying on his adoptive father's strong physique, Clem sat quite forward.

But at this time, his heart was tumbling. He preferred not to be in this position, and even had an impulse to escape here. However, his strong will restrained this impulse. He forced himself to sit here, clenched his teeth and looked at a woman ahead.

It was an ordinary looking woman. At this time, her face was full of fear. Looking at the sacrifice approaching him, the sadness and helplessness on her face was clearly visible.

"Zhi..." seeing this, Clem clenched his teeth tightly and stared at the woman and the priest who kept approaching him. His eyes were very fierce.

That's his mother. At the same time when he saw each other, Clem's eyes suddenly blurred. He clenched his fist in his palm. On his fingers, his unfinished nails pierced his palm, but he seemed unaware.

Because he was very close to the altar, he clearly saw that the opposite priest insulted his mother and dragged his mother to the top of the altar like a dead dog. Then he took out a black bone knife from his arms and was about to stab it.

Clem looked at the scene and stared at the sacrifice, as if he wanted to cut it.

The familiar scene buried it, and the memory in the depths of my mind called out again. In those years, he watched his mother be killed by the so-called great sacrifice, and his body was sucked into a corpse by the so-called ancestral spirit, but he could do nothing. Even, he couldn't even rush up to let his mother see him. In the following decades, he alone endured this nightmare like memory, but he only dared to cry in the dark night and paralyze himself like a coward.

But this time. He took a deep breath, and his chaotic heart suddenly calmed down at the moment. Then, in the surprised eyes of others, he rushed to the altar regardless of everything.

Although it was only the body of a ten-year-old child, he was very fast. In less than a moment, he rushed to the altar and kicked the sacrificial face.

Everyone was surprised to be present. Before all the people reacted, a guard guarding the altar came forward with a spear and wanted to kill him on the spot.

"Clem!" a thin, gentle exclamation sounded behind Clem, and the captured mother recognized the child who had been away for a long time. But he didn't look back. He just listened to the voice he thought he would never hear again countless times, and a warm current poured into his heart.

"Finally, don't regret... He thought silently in his heart. Then he looked at the guards coming up in front of him and grinned. He rushed up against the spear in front of him like a wild beast with crazy hair.

Touch!

At the same time when the spear was about to stab him, he made great efforts on his feet and leaned fiercely, avoiding the stabbing spear in a critical moment. Then he punched the other party with all his strength.

"Not good!" the fist hit the opponent fiercely, but did not beat him back as he expected. He suddenly remembered that he was no longer the strong Klim. Now he is just a child of seven or eight years old.

However, it was too late at the moment, and he was held directly by the other party. Then, under his fierce eyes, the guard held a dagger in his right hand, with a ferocious smile on his face, and raised it with his right hand.

"It's over." he roared in his heart, but his eyes remained the same. His face still stared at each other madly, trying to get rid of it.

But at this time, his strength was too weak to earn an adult. He watched the dagger get closer and closer to him, and the pupil reflected a shadow.

However, the familiar pain did not come. Behind him, his adoptive father knocked down the guard who hugged him with a punch, and then he hugged Clem and threw him out.

"Klim, run!" he shouted hoarsely, then rushed to the altar and rushed to the priest.

However, at this time, a dark shadow appeared fiercely, and the faces of ghosts shrouded him and Clem's mother.

"No!" watching his adoptive father and mother gradually corrode into white bones under the black gas, he finally couldn't bear it anymore. He roared and his eyes were filled with tears.