Chapter 352: Terrifying Ancient Sacrificial Customs

The man was seized and hauled up, and on the spot Ashu and the others beat him savagely, because this man had caused them injury and was about to poison everyone; they would not let him go.

In the deep‑autumn night a man's heart‑rending scream rang out; after he had been beaten nearly to death, Ying finally extended his hand and slowly intervened.

"Enough."

Ashu was satisfied with the beating; after the crowd dispersed, the man was bruised, swollen, blood‑soaked, his original face unrecognizable.

Ying strode forward, seized the man's throat, and lifted him up like a chick, "If you intend to cause trouble in my Tribe, you must first prove your skill. Your poisons have all been eradicated; show what you will use to harm the clan. Men, go prepare the Ritual; tonight I will let every clan member see how this man dies."

Hearing this, Ashu also understood that Ying intended to kill the man in front of the entire tribe; his reasoning was clear—he wanted everyone to know that anyone who dares to threaten his Tribe will die.

Since the Tribe began farming, it had not visited the Sacrificial Altar for a long time, but this time an exception was made because of the foreign enemy.

That night, almost all the clan members were awakened throughout the night.

Because their Clan Leader had already captured the outsider and was preparing to execute him.

The clan members always love a spectacle, so they were delighted, and hearing that this man was the one who harmed their Tribe filled them with righteous anger.

Everyone crawled out of their blankets, eager to see what the man actually looked like.

The night sky hung low, yet the Tribe was bustling.

This commotion quickly reached Nan Qinghuan's ears.

"Qinghuan, mother is stepping out for a while; you rest well."

Nan Qinghuan, half‑asleep, scrambled up; hearing her mother's words she hurriedly got up, put on her Shoes, and opened the door, "Mother, where are you going?"

She heard a loud commotion outside, as if something had happened. Since the Masai hadn't been captured, she had been uneasy; if this man wasn't eliminated, he would surely be a disaster.

Mother was very pleased, smiling brightly, as if a weight on her heart had lifted.

"Qinghuan, Ying has captured the son of Light; let us all go see. Stay at home, don't run around. There's nothing to watch in this killing, ah."

After saying that, Mother set off, and Nan Qinghuan was very happy to hear it.

"Caught?"

No wonder she got up to see that Ying was gone; it turned out he had already caught him.

"Mother, I'll go see as well."

Mother was a bit hesitant; Qinghuan is timid, better not go.

"You must go too, Qinghuan; there's nothing good about watching a killing, so don't go."

Mother feared that after seeing it, she would have nightmares, but Nan Qinghuan was fearless. She wanted to go because there was one more thing: she wanted to know how those ancient toads originated; if they still existed, that would be troublesome.

Even if Ying killed this man, the clan would still be harmed.

"Mother, I have business; wait for me a moment and we'll go together."

In the middle of the night, the moonlight was bleak.

On the Sacrificial Altar in the forest, a man was bound with grass rope, while a crowd of people below, a black mass, shouted.

"Kill him, kill him."

Under the Bonfire, the son of Light showed no fear of death; he shouted, his eyes blazing crimson with vengeful light, "Ying, you have exterminated my clan; I will not let you go. In the name of Shenshen I Curse you, curse you…"

"Curse me?"

Ying strode to the Sacrificial Altar, looking at the man. He sneered coldly at the dying man, "Let me tell you, Shenshen will not aid you. You have been eating human flesh and should not have lived in this world. Killing you is for the safety of the Tribe. I feel sorry for you. Tell me where those poisonous monsters are; as long as you speak, I will let you die more pleasantly. Otherwise you know my methods."

Those words were true; Ying is indeed ruthless when killing, he cares about nothing!

The man knew he would be questioned, and of course he would not tell them.

He was bruised and swollen, his mouth filled with blood, yet his gaze was stubborn, a stubbornness that seemed terrifying.

Madness, obsession.

His clan was wiped out by Ying because they captured people to eat, but aren't people meant to be eaten? Why should they have to die? "What does our cannibalism have to do with you? You want to kill my clan?"

"You brat still dare to speak nonsense; it has nothing to do with us. Your father captured someone he shouldn't have. Ying had agreed with your father not to hunt on our territory, yet you broke the rule this time. Do you think you deserve to die?"

"Hmph, if you kill me, you will also die."

"Since you won't listen, then act."

At those words, Ying blew on a bamboo leaf, and a ferocious wolf appeared instantly.

Seeing the wolves, the man trembled, "If you want to kill, do it, but don't let the wild wolves come."

Ying only found it amusing, "When you eat people, shouldn't you consider that everything in this world can be eaten except human flesh? Act now."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless wild wolves behind him lunged at the man.

Soon, the wolves tore the man into fragments; he didn't even have a chance to scream.

"Kill him, kill him."

In the deep‑autumn night, the wolves' howls echoed; by the time Nan Qinghuan arrived, it was already too late.

She saw with her own eyes the wolves circling the Sacrificial Altar, devouring something, while a wave of bloody scent filled the air.

Ying didn't notice her, let out a booming shout, exuding a ruler‑like aura.

"That Masai attempted to poison our river; I have already killed him. From now on, everyone be vigilant; if you encounter Masai poison, report it immediately, understand?"

"Ying is truly amazing; with him as Clan Leader we feel at ease!"

"Indeed, with Ying protecting us we fear nothing."

The clan members knelt in praise of Ying; everyone knelt and shouted cheers. Nan Qinghuan stood there watching the scene; her man was worshipped by the clan, and everyone knelt before him.

On one side wolves gnawed the corpse, on the other the clan's cheers.

Ying seemed very pleased; Ashu appeared to notice Nan Qinghuan, because she and her mother stood there without kneeling!

"Ying, the Goddess has arrived."

Nan Qinghuan arrived; Ying immediately softened his stern face, feeling tender in the middle of the night.

How did she come? He hurriedly strode to Nan Qinghuan's side; upon seeing her arrive with her mother, he immediately took off his Tiger Skin and draped it over Nan Qinghuan, his eyes softening considerably, "Why did you come? Did we wake you?"

After speaking, he looked at Ashu, who protested, "I didn't tell the Goddess about this."

It's me, it's my fault; I shouldn't have told her, Ying, that the Masai died?

A Mu felt a little embarrassed; her mind, being relatively simple, didn't overthink it.

Nan Qinghuan, seeing Ying about to blame A Mu, quickly explained, "Don't blame A Mu; it was I who wanted to come, Ying, did you ask whether there are any other toxins in this person's forest?"