Chapter 493 Death

After saying that, Qu Jin waved his hand, and the tribes behind him no longer paid attention to the great elder and pushed him out.

Quefeng and the elder thought it was not good, so they hurriedly stepped forward and walked around them to stop them.

Seeing them step forward, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Que Jin's eyes, and his voice was a little low: "Captain, do you have to stop us? It's like watching us being cursed?"

"We don't want to be punished by the ancestor god!"

"You have been bewitched yourself, why do you still have to take care of us!"

People behind him couldn't help but shout.

Que Feng and the Great Elder were sweating all over, Que Feng was almost out of patience: "Que Jin! You have enough. If you want to go back, go back by yourself. What's the point of coaxing others!"

Que Jin didn't reply, but walked straight out.

The elder was anxious and rushed forward to pull him, but he suddenly threw it away. The elder was old after all, and he pushed him back several steps. If a young man hadn't come and helped him, he would have fallen to the ground on the spot.

"Que Jin, if you want to leave, you can go by yourself!"

The young young man who was holding the great elder said annoyed.

"You'd better not stop us!"

Que Jin lowered his voice, his tone was full of threats, and the people who followed him were also angry.

The atmosphere between the two sides suddenly became tense, and the elder wanted to persuade him. I don’t know who started the fight first, but the people on both sides immediately fought together.

Que Feng and the Great Elder hurriedly stepped forward to persuade the fight, but both sides were upset for a moment and couldn't listen at all.

The group of people caused a lot of noise when they fought in groups, and soon they attracted Xiao Li and others who were patrolling nearby.

When Xiao Li saw that the people from the Que tribe had been torn together, he hurriedly took people up to separate the two sides. After calming down, all the people from the Que tribe had wounds on their bodies, with a light nose and a bruised face, and a heavy head with a bloody head.

"Elder, Elder Bird Tree! So much blood! The elder is injured!"

One person exclaimed.

Hearing this shout, Que Feng hurriedly drove away the crowd and went forward to investigate the situation of the Great Elder.

At this moment, the elder's face was covered in blood, his mind was a little confused, and he was muttering: "Don't leave...my fault..."

Que Feng was worried and didn't care whether it was hygienic or not. He tore off a piece of clothing and bandaged it to the elder: "Go and call the doctor here!"

The panicked tribe members immediately ran to call for someone, and the other people who originally wanted to leave also hesitated for a moment, wanting to see what was going on.

After a while, Wang Bodang brought people over. After learning about the situation, he didn't say anything, but just looked at Que Jin standing in the distance.

The leader told him a long time ago that the people of the Que tribe were not at ease. If they started to make trouble, they would not interfere unless they begged to come up and ask him to come forward.

"Working together reactionaries who can unite but cannot unite, let them get out of their own."

Wang Bodang remembered Dongfang Ming's original words at that time clearly.

An hour later, the doctor brought by Wang Bodang and the witch doctor of Que's own walked out of the house where the elders were placed, and both of them looked ugly.

Que Feng came up and was about to speak, the witch doctor shook his head at her, and the doctor came out with him and shook his head at Wang Bodang: "I can't do anything, let's prepare for the funeral. He is too old, we have tried our best..."

Hearing this, Que Peak was like a thunder strike, and his already thin body was shaking.

Seeing that her face was extremely bad, the tribe members next to her rushed forward to support her: "Class leader!"

"It's okay, it's okay."

Que Feng waved his hand and stumbled into the house.

The other tribes stood outside the door, hesitating and daring to come in.

Inside the room, the elder on the bed was pale, his eyes were closed, motionless. If it weren't for his chest rising and falling slightly, Que Feng almost thought he...

She held her breath and slowly sat near the edge of the bed.

As if he felt the movement, the elder's eyelashes trembled and he slowly opened his eyes: "Xiaofeng..."

He turned his head and raised his hand with difficulty. Quefeng immediately took his hand: "I'm here!"

“Clanmen…”

He was extremely listless and just talking made him breathless. Que Feng quickly stopped him: "Grandpa A Shu, don't talk."

She didn't understand why the elder who was still good before suddenly became like this.

The bird tree let out a breath, his eyes were a little hollow, and his voice was so weak that he could hardly hear it: "The tribe is... very good now... very good..."

"It's very good..." He closed his eyes after he finished speaking.

Que Feng held his hand, lowered his head, his lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word. He only felt that there was a hot eye socket and liquid overflowing, blurring her gaze.

A hoarse eagle crow suddenly came outside the house, and a shadow rushed down from the sky. The people of the Que tribe outside the door immediately moved away - it was the golden eagle of the Que Tree.

The golden eagle jumped to the bed in three or two steps. It stared at the Bichong for a while, lowered its head and rubbed its face.

Quefeng wanted to comfort it, but the golden eagle suddenly raised its head and hissed, its eyes turned red, its wings flapped, and rushed towards the axe placed at the foot of the wall.

"Stop it!"

Quefeng saw its intention and quickly shouted.

But it was too late, and the tribe members had no time to move. The golden eagle had already pressed its neck against the sharp axe blade, and its huge body fell to the ground.

Before his death, its eyes fell on the bird tree, and he screamed softly, closing his eyes.

Que Feng widened his eyes and his whole body trembled. She put down her hand that was gradually losing temperature in Que Tree, and staggered to the body of the Golden Eagle and knelt down: "Golden Eagle..."

All the tribesmen in the house lowered their heads, some bit their lips tightly and whimpered in a low voice, and some turned their heads to wipe away the tears from their faces.

"Quejin!"

Que Feng shouted angrily and stood up suddenly. Before Xiao Li could react, he pulled out the sword on his waist and rushed to Que Jin outside the door.

Wang Bodang saw that it was wrong: "Stop her!"

Xiao Li and others on the side hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the crazy Que Feng.

"Let me go!"

While struggling, Que Feng pointed at Que Jin with his sword: "Qe Jin, if you want to leave, you will leave by yourself! Why do you still incite others!"

Que Jin's face turned pale and his jaw muscles were tense. He looked at Que Feng, whose eyes were red and his hysterical, and said almost coldly: "This is the punishment of the ancestor god. Que Shu's death was caused by you!"

"Kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

Que Feng was so aroused by his words that he lost his mind and threw his hands directly at him.

Que Jin leaned over and avoided the sword she threw: "Isn't it?

You killed the Bird Tree!”

Uncle Wang couldn't bear to see it anymore, so he stepped forward and raised his hand to hit Que Feng behind the neck. Que Feng's eyes rolled and his body softened.

"Take her back for a rest."

Wang Bodang ordered Xiao Li, who looked surprised.

After arranging the out-of-control Que Peak, his gaze fell on Que Jin.

Wang Boyan casually swept his eyes over Que Jin's hand that was pinched into a fist, and there was no expression on his face: "If you want to leave, get out quickly."

As he said that, his eyes swept across the other miserable Que people: "If you want to follow him, get out with him now and return to your longing."
Chapter completed!