Chapter 88: Terrifying Pursuit

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Ajiga is not yet an adult.

Even in the bitter cold place of black mountains and white waters, children still have a few privileges, such as playing.

Ajiga is still four years away from adulthood, and now he is not an infant, so he is at the age of being active and curious. Every day, he either pesters the hunters in the tribe to go hunting together, or chases the walking merchants who occasionally go to civilized cities to ask about the flowery world outside.

Originally, their tribe had no so-called walking merchants.

The tribe's way of life is very simple, as if it hasn't changed for thousands of years. It's nothing more than self-sufficiency, occasionally marrying and walking with other tribes around.

But in the last few years, there have been changes. As the strongest few tribes supported by the Ancestral Beast stepped out of the black mountains and white waters, more and more tribes joined them, and they called themselves Jin people, united under the Ancestral Beast and turned into the same nation. Just like this, they stepped out of the black mountains and white waters and began to conquer everything...

Very beautiful vision, very beautiful future, they can finally get rid of this bitter cold black mountain and white water, and go to that prosperous flowery world.

But all this suddenly changed fiercely more than ten days ago.

The Ancestral Beast is dead!

The Ancestral Temple deep in the black mountains and white waters collapsed directly, all the blood descendants of the Ancestral Beast exploded and died madly, and then news came from outside the black mountains and white waters that the tribes that had gone out were less than one in ten, and the survivors fled back to this black mountain and white water, and fled towards the further north, colder, and completely uninhabited places.

"There is a terrifying immortal chasing!"

Terrifying... immortal?

This description is not right, right?

Even in the black mountains and white waters, there are myths of immortals.

But no matter what kind of immortal, it can't be related to terror, right?

What is terrifying is demons, ghosts, monsters... for example, their ancestors can be described as terrifying.

But how can an immortal be terrifying?

Ajiga listened to those scattered tribe people who fled and talked about this terrifying immortal.

He listened to it as a myth story. After all, how could anyone beat the Ancestral Beast with their fists?

And it is also said that this terrifying immortal will kill everything, burn everything, rob everything, and he even picks and chooses the bone dregs after killing people and burning them...

Today, Ajiga was also happily chasing small beasts to play in the jungle, picking some mushrooms, picking some dry wood, and exploring this unknown world.

Then he suddenly felt cold all over, as if something terrifying was peeping at him.

Ajiga was startled and immediately dropped all the mountain goods and dry wood and wanted to flee.

This must be a mountain ghost!

In the past, the Ancestral Beast drove and restrained the mountain ghosts, as well as those other terrifying things. The tribe only needed to offer sacrifices on time, and the Ancestral Beast would protect the tribe.

But since the Ancestral Beast left for a few months, these mountain ghosts began to appear in the black mountains and white waters.

"These mountain ghosts are the most terrifying, specializing in sucking human essence and blood. They have no reason as life, will not communicate, will not sympathize. In their eyes, there is only the desire to kill us..."

"Run, run to the sun, run to the crowd, run to the ancestral grave, run!"

Ajiga turned and ran. In this rugged terrain with trees everywhere, his running speed was not slow.

As a child of a mountain primitive tribe, even children have basic survival skills for this black mountain and white water, and their play games are mostly aimed at these survival skills.

But Ajiga was young after all. Even though his figure was flexible, the coldness behind him was still approaching rapidly. He became more and more terrified, already screaming in fright, his face full of snot and tears.

He had already sensed death, instinctive terror shrouded him, and even everything in front of him began to lose truth gradually.

The trees were twisted like human bodies, the earth was polluted like internal organs, everything he breathed was fishy and smelly, and everything his skin felt was like flesh and blood. The whole person was like walking in an infinite hell.

This made Ajiga shout, desperate roar, and then the coldness behind him rushed... rushed past his side.

Ajiga fell to the ground and was cut by the rough stones on the ground, but he didn't care at all, just looked forward, and saw a scene that he would never forget in his life and was extremely unbelievable.

A group of ghosts, strange in shape, terrifying and non-human, or skeletons, or combinations of rotting human bodies and animals, or proliferation of various tentacles and mouthparts, images that looked enough to scare ordinary people to death, about thirty or forty, were madly, terrifiedly, desperately rushing forward, not even caring about the "delicacy" that fell on the ground, only caring about rushing forward without a brain.

Behind them, a tall young man with blood flames flickering vaguely was chasing these ghosts at a fast speed, and then smashed these ghosts into pieces with one claw and one palm.

The blood flames were really like flames, while the ghosts were like ice cubes. As long as they touched these blood flames, all the ghosts erupted with extremely miserable sounds and were quickly dissolved and dissipated, and this human immediately rushed towards other ghosts.

Ajiga looked at all this in a daze. In his eyes, these terrifying ghosts were being swallowed by a human...

No!

That was definitely not a human!! Just at this moment, this tall young man turned his head and looked at Ajiga.

Ajiga saw this young man reveal a smile at him, his teeth were exposed, as if he was laughing heartily...

No, this is not hearty at all, okay!?

Ajiga only saw a blood-red tiger reveal its fangs at him. That was not a human at all, that was a huge blood tiger far more terrifying than the Ancestral Beast, not a wild boar or mountain pig, but a real King of Hundred Beasts!!

The next second, Ajiga was scared to faint directly.

When Ajiga woke up, the sky was already dark. He struggled to get up and moved his cold and stiff body. Fortunately, it was not the bitter winter with heavy snow, and he didn't freeze to death.

Ajiga immediately rushed to the tribe. Finally, he returned to the safe tribe before it was completely dark.

Although young, Ajiga also knew the urgency. He immediately found the tribe leader and the priest and narrated his encounter during the day one by one, especially the blood-colored fierce tiger, and he described the scene of it swallowing ghosts in detail.

"I, Ajiga, swear to the Eternal Heaven, to the Ancestral Beast, all this is what I saw with my own eyes, absolutely no falsehood!"

Ajiga ended this conversation with the tribe's highest oath.

!

The tribe leader and the priest had ugly and bitter faces. They comforted and rewarded Ajiga, letting him retreat first. After he retreated, the priest said first: "Noble tribe leader, warrior loved by the Eternal Heaven and the Ancestral Beast, now is the time to make up your mind!"

The tribe leader had a painful face, pounded the animal skin carpet he was sitting on, and said fiercely: "But this is the place where my grandfather, my grandfather's grandfather, my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather lived. Our ancestral graves are here, our ancestors' spirits are here, how can we abandon this land and go deep into the ice hell!?"

The priest didn't

Alada remained silent with a livid face.

He was old, already forty years old, and although he still looked strong and healthy, he could no longer endure winters that were too bitter or too cold.

Here, relying on his authority and long-standing rules, he could still serve as tribal chief for at least another ten years. By then, his son would have grown up, and he could push his son into the position of tribal chief.

But if they were to migrate now, his son was only thirteen, far from the age of being a hero, and his stamina and strength were not enough to continue holding the position of tribal chief during a great migration. Very soon, the strongest youth in the tribe would come to challenge him...

But if they did not leave, he would die, his son would die, his wives and concubines would die, and all his wealth would be gone...

"Is there really... no other way at all? If it is a tiger monster, we can also offer sacrifices, even double the amount—is that not possible either!?" Alada asked, unwilling to accept it.

The priest stirred the fire pit and said gloomily, "These things were not meant to be told to you, but now it does not matter... The Ancestral Beast is actually not our ancestor; it is a wild boar monster with terrifyingly deep cultivation. Do you really think it was like this from the beginning?"

"No, it is because we priests, generation after generation, tried every possible method and sacrificed countless lives to make it become what it is today!"

"According to top-secret oral traditions, at first it would slaughter all living beings. Our ancestors were almost wiped out by it. We had no choice but to use the secret technique of the 'Walking Horse' to refine ourselves, distorting our own living souls to provide for its slaughter. This distortion would turn our living souls into a kind of toxin; the more it killed and the more it devoured, the more this toxin would gradually infect it."

"Afterward, influenced by this toxin—especially after the living souls were devoured by it—it began to grow close to us, or at least it would not kill us all. Then, relying on sacrifices, we also infected it with the poison of faith. It was unaware of this, and instead became our Ancestral Beast, protecting these Black Mountains and White Waters. The countless living souls and ghosts it seemingly enslaved are actually all victims who carried the beliefs of our ancestors for generations."

"We spent hundreds of years changing this terrifying wild boar monster, turning it from a monster that destroyed everything into an Ancestral Beast. Otherwise, do you really think a monster would protect humans? Even if humans offer sacrifices and worship, would it protect them?"

Alada was dumbfounded; he could never have imagined such a secret.

The priest sighed and said gloomily again, "There are also ranks among monsters. The remnants of the tribes that fled back told us that the existence that killed the Ancestral Beast is an immortal, but now we know that it is actually a more terrifying tiger monster. Tigers eating wild boars is the natural order—the King of a Hundred Beasts! That is the true great terror!"

"A tiger monster naturally possesses the great divine ability to gather ghost servants. Our poison of faith and our method of sacrifice are completely useless against it. Moreover, the intelligence of a tiger far exceeds that of a wild boar. It will only kill us all and turn us into ghost servants, leaving us unable to live and unable to die!"

Alada closed his eyes abruptly. A moment later, he said decisively, "Pack everything we can carry overnight. We leave at dawn, heading north, advancing into the depths of the Frozen Hell!"

By the time Wu Wu Pifu found the ruins of this abandoned tribe, two days had already passed.

In the deep mountains and old forests, it was impossible to distinguish direction, and there were many of those ghosts and monsters. He was determined to root out evil, so as long as he discovered them, he had to hunt them down to the end. Therefore, all the traces of human habitation he found along the way had become such ruins.

"As expected!"

Wu Wu Pifu looked at the ruins and the panicked traces, and he said fiercely, "Those Jin people are indeed brutal and terrifying!"

"They must have retreated back to this old mountain forest, yet their fierce nature remained unchanged. They burned, killed, and looted by habit, not even sparing the primitive tribes of the same race and origin, looting everything and heading further north with them!"

Wu Wu Pifu truly hated these Jin people to the extreme. He punched a giant tree the size of a waist and snapped it in half, then said to Jiu Jiu, "Let's go! Continue the hunt!"

"I must kill all these animals!"

(End of chapter)