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Chapter 1582 He is still alive!

Yan Ruyu turned around and saw Huo Changhe coming over with Li Baru.

The magic weapon in Li Baru's hand had long been dropped from his hand. He had several wounds on his body and looked in a miserable state, but his eyes were still stubborn.

Crazy even.

Huo Changhe kicked him in the leg and he fell to his knees with a plop. He gritted his teeth and tried to stand up even though the sword had cut a bloody mark on the side of his neck.

Huo Changhe simply hit him in the leg with a sword, and he couldn't stand up.

Li Baru gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot: "Don't try to make me surrender. I'm not afraid of death. It's my honor to see our God after I die."

Yan Ruyu kicked Lao Lizheng, making them kneel face to face.

"See the gods? What gods?" Yan Ruyu sneered, "I remember that after you die, your tribesmen will hold a ceremony, burn you to ashes on a wooden rack, and let vultures eat the remaining bones. Only then can you see the gods."

"You said," Yan Ruyu looked down at him, "If we kill you and no one performs a ceremony, then according to our custom, we will just wrap you in a tattered mat and bury you deep in the ground, or throw you into a ravine."

“Can you still see your God?”

Li Baru was stunned. The color on his face drained away completely, and his stubborn eyes turned into fear.

"No, no, no!"

"If you say no, then it's no?" Huo Changhe said coldly, "You are a prisoner now. It's up to me to decide whether it's okay or not."

Li Baru gritted his teeth and beat his chest, crying loudly: "You people are really treacherous. You don't let me see God. You..."

Yan Ruyu interrupted his wailing: "If you cry again, I will cut off your tongue and feed it to the dogs, leaving your body mutilated."

Li Baru stopped crying immediately.

Lao Li was sweating coldly on his back. This woman was so scary.

He had no doubt that Yan Ruyu meant what she said and was not trying to scare them at all.

Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe exchanged glances, and Huo Changhe went over to bring the old headman's youngest son over.

Yan Ruyu said calmly: "Listen carefully, I will ask a question, and the three of you will answer it quickly. Whoever answers more will be let go."

"Where have you seen the old prince?"

The old man was winking at his son, asking him to speak quickly.

The younger son said, "It was outside the Great Wall, in the valley near our original tribe. I didn't recognize him, but the people who went with me recognized him."

"What happened next? Where did you take him?" Huo Changhe asked.

His father was indeed not dead. As long as he was still alive, there was hope and there was a possibility of finding him!

His heart was filled with emotions at this moment. He had been waiting and thinking for a long time, fearing that he would hear bad news one day. Now, there was finally good news.

"We didn't move. A man in a black cloak took him away with others. We hid behind the rocks and saw him secretly."

He pursed his lips, thinking back to that time, fear still in his eyes: "The people who were traveling with me wanted to go over and see more clearly, but were discovered by the people in the black cloak and killed directly."

"If it wasn't for me...if it wasn't for my quick reaction and rolling into the bushes without making a sound, I would have died a long time ago."

Wearing a black cloak, Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe looked at each other. Could it be Mr. Mo?

Among the opponents they had encountered, there were quite a few people wearing cloaks, but the most powerful and the most sinister one was Mr. Mo.

Yan Ruyu asked, "What is the sacrifice you are talking about?"

"It means to offer sacrifices to the gods, and bless us to prosper, live forever, and grow stronger as soon as possible."

"Your offerings are people?" Yan Ruyu's voice was cold. "Is this what your gods taught you?"

"No, no, not our god," said the old village head, "he..."

Li Baru took over the conversation: "Our gods are not like this, we..."

"Shut up," Yan Ruyu shouted.

She didn't care about any gods. She intuitively felt that there was something hidden in the words of the old headman.

The fake Bee Whistle was not the old headman's man, but it must have been the old headman's idea to disguise himself as Bee Whistle to trick her into coming.

In other words, there must be some kind of connection between the old village head and Mr. Mo, and this is what she needs.

"Go on," she said to the head of the village.

Lao Lizheng swallowed his saliva: "It is indeed not our god, but the god of Lord Ghost Hand. He said that as long as we provide offerings, he will also provide us with what we want. One day, he will help us return to the outside of the pass and strengthen our tribe."

Yan Ruyu's heart skipped a beat. It was indeed so.

Ghost Eyes and Ghost Hands are both Mr. Mo's subordinates, especially the Ghost Hand, Yan Ruyu has heard of it more than once.

Those hands have the power to transform a person's face.

I had heard of this person long before the incident at Shenyuan Temple was exposed.

But I have never seen it.

Unexpectedly, this incident was actually related to him.

What did he want these so-called offerings for? Clearly not for any gods.

Huo Changhe also thought of it and whispered to Yan Ruyu, "Corpse."

Just two words and they both understood.

Yes, those lost corpses and these so-called offerings, aren’t they also corpses?

Yan Ruyu asked: "When making a human sacrifice, did he tell you anything, such as no external injuries?"

Lao Lizheng looked up at her, surprise flashing in his eyes: "You know this too? Yes, it is true. He repeatedly reminded us that people can die, but there must not be obvious external injuries, especially on the face."

Yan Ruyu understood in her mind. It seemed that this matter was related to Mr. Mo. He said he wanted offerings, but in fact he wanted the corpse, or... a part of the corpse.

Huo Changhe asked: "What else do you know about the old prince?"

The old village head said: "I only know that he is still alive, I really don't know anything else."

"How do you know he's still alive?" Huo Changhe tried hard to suppress the excitement in his tone.

Li Baru said: "I asked."

"I hate him. If it weren't for him, our tribe wouldn't have become like this, and my grandfather wouldn't have died."

"The ghost hand brought me my grandfather's magic weapon, and I want to use it to summon his soul back. I want to tear his soul into pieces so that he can't reincarnate."

Li Baru's tone was full of ferocity: "The ghost hand said that the magic weapon can't call back his soul, he is not dead yet."

"The person is not dead, so he cannot be summoned."

Li Baru looked depressed: "I asked him where he was and when he would die, but he didn't tell me."

This is also a positive answer.

Huo Changhe's hand trembled slightly. Yan Ruyu held his hand, her palm was soft and warm.

Huo Changhe gradually calmed down: "When will the ghost hand come?"

"We can't be sure about this. There is no fixed date," said the old village head. "But after we offered sacrifices, it should have disappeared within a few days, so I guess..."

Yan Ruyu waved to Feng Shao, and Feng Shao and two secret guards came over.

Yan Ruyu asked them to guard and pulled Huo Changhe aside.

"My Lord, what are your plans?"