Chapter 143: With the will to die,

the Bu Shen tribe is clever and skillful, good at weaving and divination, close to nature, and hates fighting.

This was originally a pure and simple clan that enjoyed life, appreciated the world, but due to the constant coveting and plundering of outsiders, their territory has become smaller and smaller, and the clan members have fled, rebelled, and died.

The Bu Shen tribe once lived in a beautiful place with singing birds and blooming flowers, which was like a paradise on earth.

However, internal divisions and external plunder caused them to lose territory continuously, forcing them to move again and again.

The corner of South Wind Valley where they lived now was barely the best place they could find, but in fact, compared to the original environment, it was not even as good as the outhouse there.

But even though they were in such a state of poverty and had no food to eat, there were still people who would not let them go!

The middle-aged man in front of the boy frowned, with a sad look in his eyes.

He did not answer the boy, but looked into the distance, and as expected, he saw a swaying figure there.

After continuous migration and hiding, they got rid of many forces that were targeting them, but the only one they couldn't get rid of was the Wind Chasing Clan no matter how hard they tried.

The Wind Chasers were extremely good at tracking, and no one knew what methods they used, but the fact was that anyone they targeted would not be able to escape their pursuit, even if they died.

The people of the Bu Shen tribe did not believe this before, but now they have no choice but to believe it.

"Let's go and see the clan leader." The middle-aged man sighed and turned to walk towards the largest thatched hut.

The Bu Shen tribe loves flowers, plants and trees. In the past, the houses they lived in were all very exquisite tree houses. The Bu Shen tribe is also very proficient in architecture, and the houses they build are extremely exquisite and beautiful like paintings.

But those houses took too much time to build. They were busy escaping in recent years, so they had to change their residence at any time. Naturally, they had no time to build them carefully, so they could only do it perfunctorily like this.

The thatched house did not need to knock on the door. The middle-aged man respectfully called out "Patriarch" outside the door, and a voice like a clear spring came from inside -

"Uncle Lin, come in."

Uncle Lin led the boy into the house, bowed his head, and then raised his head.

The room was very simple, with tables and chairs made from tree trunks. A young man, also wearing a leaf-covered robe, was sitting there. His long black hair was like a waterfall, and he wore a wreath made of leaves and woven feather flowers on his head. He was holding a few leaves between his slender fingers, looking at them with extreme concentration.

Apart from the addition of the sacred flower of the Bu Shen tribe - the woven feather flower on the wreath, the rest of her attire was no different from others, but she inexplicably exuded a sense of elegance and nobility.

Those leaves are not real leaves, but magical tools used for divination.

Uncle Lin couldn't take his eyes off Bu Ye after seeing him. "Patriarch, what do you think of this hexagram?"

The patriarch placed the five leaves on the table and said, "It's the same as the day before."

Uncle Lin was stunned. "How could this happen? But we clearly have no other way to go. The Wind Chasers will not wait any longer."

"Since the divination said there is still a glimmer of hope, it can't be wrong." The patriarch said, and stood up.

This is a tall young man with dark green eyes and eyeballs that have the texture of jade.

Calm, clear, peaceful, generous... these qualities combine to form such a person.

Perhaps it was because the scent of the forest and the earth was too strong that it mitigated the stunning effect of his handsome face.

"So, brother clan leader, can we really save him?" The boy's eyes lit up when he heard that and he asked happily.

"yes."

"Then, where is our savior? Can he defeat the Wind Chasers outside?" the boy asked excitedly.

They just want to live their own lives, without competing with the world and without being disturbed by it.

Instead of hiding like now, eating poorly and not wearing warm clothes.

"Yes, Xiao Ling." The clan leader nodded and looked at him with clear eyes. "What we wish for will definitely come true. So before that, we have to hold on."

Xiao Ling seemed to have infinite power. His frail body stood straight and his hands clenched. "Okay! Xiao Ling got it. I will definitely fight the Wind Chasing Tribe to the end!"

Uncle Lin reached out and touched Xiao Ling's head, but his brows did not relax at all——

Savior? They are a tribe of gods, where can they find a savior?

After so many years, those who were willing to help them had already extended a helping hand, although their motives were not pure, they just wanted to gain their loyalty.

But after they resisted strongly and stated that the Bu Shen people would never be enslaved, those people gave up indifferently, as if they were watching from the sidelines, waiting for them to give up and ask for help and surrender.

Of course, this is impossible. The Bu Shen tribe would rather die than fight for other tribes. They are always loyal to their own true god.

Uncle Lin felt that the reason why the clan leader said this was just to reassure Xiao Ling and he didn't want the child to be always shrouded in fear.

The sky gradually darkened, the valley was silent, and the forest was filled with shadows of trees.

All the members of the Divine God tribe came out of the thatched huts. They stood in a row, with unyielding expressions of grief in their eyes.

All around them, countless torches were lit, and the people holding the torches were wearing robes woven with white and red, with the totem of the Wind Chasers on them.

"Are you really going to be so stubborn that you would rather die than surrender?"

Among them was a tall man with his arms folded across his chest, with red feathers in his hair and a white and red pattern on his forehead.

He was domineering and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes, as if he was looking at a group of doomed ants.

The people of the Bu Shen tribe were speechless and used silence to resist.

"Lingqing, do you really want to take the last of your tribesmen to die? Aren't you afraid that your ancestors will blame you as an unfilial descendant after knowing this?" The man turned to look at the clan leader.

"The one who is wrong is the robber, not the person who was robbed and killed." Ling Qing said lightly.

"Ha, good, it seems that you really have the intention to die." Feng Yuan laughed in anger, "Well, I will be kind today and send you, the Divine Tribe, on your way in an orderly manner, so that you won't be alone."

After saying that, he made a gesture.

The subordinates obeyed the order and threw torches one after another, and soon the Bu Shen tribe was surrounded by fire.

The thatched hut behind him caught fire and burned fiercely. The grass on the ground and the surrounding trees were crackling.

There was a smell of grass and burnt smell, and the wind and smoke were rising, almost completely obscuring the figures of the people of the Bu Shen clan.

Feng Yuan grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, but there was something sinister in his expression.

He wanted to see if the Divine God Clan would really rather die than abandon their bullshit character!

"Chief..."

"Uncle!"