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Chapter 16 0016: The future is uncertain

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The villagers poured water on the last fire point, and the carbonized beams of the house made a puff, and slightly pungent white smoke evaporated.

However, compared to the strong smell of blood around...

It doesn't matter if it's pungent or not.

The atrocities of the Painted Ice Apostle had ended, and the survivors regrouped near the altar. There were almost no wounded, because Mr. Ken healed all of them with the "secret technique".

The cold wind blew fur and earloops.

Rows of corpses are placed on winter pine, and the pyre presents a certain pattern that is said to guide the spirits of the dead to the arms of the winter mother.

The villagers took off the clothes of the dead.

According to the old custom of the Santon Kaya people, they will be buried together with the ashes in the graves at the foot of the mountain.

Kuima sat on the spot with blank eyes, her weapon was placed by her side, she propped up one leg, and put her elbow on it, just staring blankly.

At the huge funeral, a vigorous and powerful fire was lit.

The center of flames gathered into a tornado, hovering and reaching high into the sky. The heat wave washed the air and passed over everyone. The light even faintly overwhelmed the late winter sun, casting shadows on people's tired faces.

With the attack over, villagers were supposed to start rebuilding the cleanup.

But now, there are less than [-] Santon Kaya gathered here, and there is no complete house around.

migration...

refuge...

leave forever...

Embark on an escape journey...

All kinds of voices came into his ears, and Kuema wanted to avoid them, but his mood became more and more heavy, so that he even had to actively drive his lungs to breathe.

Da da da.

The Short Roaring Beast was fully loaded with goods and rushed along the dilapidated village road.

The Hanqi brothers got out of the car one by one, and the vicious-mouthed long-haired people saw the situation clearly, and did not make any extreme remarks that both people and gods were angry with, but also expressed their regrets appropriately.

The crowd looked at each other.

They are quite sensitive now. This kind of panic is not only for strangers, but also for the future.

The tribal warrior stood up and stepped forward, and the ladies subconsciously stepped back and embraced.

"It's okay," Kuima blocked the crowd, and when he took the Hanqi brothers away, he felt an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart, and smiled wryly. "I thought you guys had already left."

"Oh my God, that's harsh. The Moor Walkers have always been an honest and trustworthy Chamber of Commerce."

John returned to his original self after staying away from the funeral.

Although the villagers were far away from the cargo box, all eyes were on the giant named "Qi".

To be precise, they all looked eagerly at the dead body of the Parmelo boar.

The women, children, and children looked hungry, and there was not much oil in their stomachs. After such a high-pressure and terrifying night, hunger became a demon in front of them.

Two tribal fighters approached Quema, interrupting their conversation.

"This, this prey... Gudong."

Halfway through his speech, his saliva almost dripped out. He pretended to cough twice, and turned his head to hide his embarrassment.

These are the elders of Kuema.

"Remove it first, but please don't move it yet." Kuima said, "I'll be honest, this prey belongs to Mr. Ken, including the deer, and the damn Cangcuo snake..."

The villagers who were watching looked horrified.

Several warriors and hunters thought of Ken's bravery and fearlessness last night, and felt that they could understand, and soon there was nothing but awe in their hearts.

Han Mo said nothing.

Except for the child hiding behind the adult's legs, no one noticed him. In comparison, Qi, who is honest and honest, is more eye-catching.

He glanced at the crowd and asked aloud, "Why didn't I see that Mr. Keen?"

……

On the south side of Sandon Kaya Village, near the fishing ground.

Ken was sitting at the entrance of the cave, the morning wind was blowing snow and sand on the sea that had been frozen for many years, and the cliffs at the mouth of the sea were hidden in the mist that lingered all year round.

Seabirds and flying monsters cast shadows from time to time.

"The funeral is almost over."

He closed his eyes and looked up, speaking flatly.

The wind is getting stronger, and the tips of my hair are flying.

Not far behind Ken, Joan was sitting against the wall, her red eyes dimmed, and after hearing this, they became moist again.

She had seen corpses sacrificed at altars.

But no matter what, the pile of "wreckage" placed in the center of the firewood still deeply hurt her heart.

"Listen, Joan," Ken continued. "I believe those ladies must have mentioned to you that this village should be completely abandoned."

He paused and heard movement behind him.

You don't need to look back to imagine how Joan hugged herself with her head buried.

"Must I go?"

Her voice was hidden in her clothes, a little muffled, but she had tried her best to make it audible.

"Maybe."

Ken looked into the distance, nodded, his eyes plunged into the snow fog.

Below the horizon, a storm may be brewing on the unseen sea.

"The village is underpopulated, and there is not even enough labor for repairs." His tone was still calm, as if he had never been emotional in front of others.

"It was just an outpost last night. I don't know how many people there are in this group of Paint Ice Apostles. When the other party finds out the problem, they will sweep over along the route at any time."

He relayed every difficulty he could think of.

Every sentence is like a sharp spear, blocking the future of Santon Kaya, and the pressure of leaving home falls like an avalanche, and no one can breathe.

"Every time, I survived."

Joan whispered, not to refute, but more to herself.

"The Santon Kaya tribe has no one who can complete the sacrifice."

The winter mother also seems to have lost the right to come here.

This is what Ken himself felt. In Palotusbi, where the beliefs are complicated, if the old gods cannot answer the prayers, this place will completely become a "land of no one."

"Joan."

He turned sideways, and there was no joy or sadness in his amber pupils.

"You are not from the northern border. If you really embark on migration, this kind of southern border face is not very popular."

Ken seemed to have thought it through long ago.

"There is a coachman in the village now, and I can take you to the camp under the high walls, and find a job that lasts."

He spoke a little further away, trying to give the poor boy some hope.

"Whether you live there or want to go south to other countries, it will be more suitable than staying in the north."

"What about you? I mean, what's your plan?"

Joan raised her head to show respect, but her complexion was really bad. She smiled and asked wearily: "Where do you want to go, what kind of person do you want to be, and what kind of life do you want to carry?"

Ken was a little speechless when asked.

He suddenly realized the reason why he was so calm—he had no entanglements, no memories, no burdens and no goals.

"I have not decided yet."

"Okay, but it will definitely be great, you are very brave, but I am different..." Joan's tone also became calm, and she reached out to brush away the slightly rough hair due to malnutrition.

She patted the mud on the farmer's skirt and muttered to herself: "I sincerely wish you a good future."

"But I'll stay here."

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(End of this chapter)