fifth form

The location of the Tur people is divided into nine regions, and each region corresponds to a city.

And the center is the city of Tutlam.

Just like Ren Anran, who was surrounded by eight elders and chanting prayers at this time, Tutlam City is surrounded by eight satellite cities.

The most central Tutlam city is undoubtedly a heavy-duty city integrating power, technology, and financial wealth, while the surrounding cities focus more on the development of production, involving all walks of life.

This is also the reason why Zhang Xuezhou seldom saw the production factory after entering Tutlam City.

However, the theocracy and technological buildings in Tutlam City are extremely concentrated.

"You, the god of Tur, made the sound of a beast's roar?"

Zhang Xuezhou's perception ability is extremely strong. Although he is at least a hundred meters away from Ren Anran, and the shrine is farther away from him, Zhang Xuezhou's ears still caught the relevant sounds.

This surprised him.

While waiting for the development and end of the matter, Zhang Xuezhou also tried his best to inquire about the relevant content, trying to learn more about the situation.

"That's the language of God." Turkalando corrected: "This voice means God's approval, can you hear it so far away?"

"Is this what your verification is?" Zhang Xuezhou wondered, "Don't you need a blood test for genetic testing?"

"We believe in God, not genes!"

Turkalando's response left Zhang Xuezhou in the dark.

In this kind of place, what needs to be adapted is not only the customs of the Tur people, but also the need to change his own concept, but if he looks at the problem in the same way as the Red Alliance, it must be a disaster.

This is like using human concepts to restrain the monster race to pay attention to the rule of law and discipline, it will not work at all.

He had just arrived in the important place of the Tur family, and too many things happened in a short period of time, so much so that he was directly locked in the room by Tur Kelando.

Looking at the window with only one small window, Zhang Xuezhou was completely sure when he asked Turkalando again.

This made him feel that on the surface that seemed to be calm, the actual confrontation might have gone through several waves.

If he didn't ask Turcalando to confirm, it would be difficult for him to even confirm that he was under house arrest.

This is an extremely unfriendly attitude, but as long as you are influenced by Turklando and cannot escape, this will undoubtedly be considered normal, and you will even leave with gratitude after the visit is over.

Even after returning to normal, few would dispute this.

"Isn't there only one voice within your Tur tribe?" Zhang Xuezhou said in difficulty.

"Under normal circumstances, the chief is the biggest," Turkalando nodded.

"It makes me feel like an autocratic feudal royal family," Zhang Xuezhou complained.

"You're right to think so," Turkalando agreed, "According to the standards in the book, some of our conditions here do meet the relevant feudal characteristics."

"then you?"

"I should have been deprived of the crown prince just now!"

Turcalando complained.

She wandered around and saw that she had gone far beyond the stereotypes of the ethnic group, but she didn't seem disappointed. She even wanted to exchange lives with Ren Anran.

And with Turcalando's ability, as long as she doesn't head to the secret places of various countries, she can live well.

But just a few seconds after she complained about herself, a trace of panic began to appear on her face.

"I……"

"Close the windows and don't look towards the shrine!"

More than a hundred meters away, Turklando seemed to have a feeling, and shouted as he glanced at the house.

"The power in my body is draining, and God Tur is taking back my ability!"

After Zhang Xuezhou quickly pushed the small window closed, Turcalando seemed to be in a better state, but she quickly returned to her previous panic after she finished describing her situation.

The concept of jade walking and dying came into her mind, and it was only then that Turcalando realized the truth behind this rhetoric.

Her body shivered involuntarily.

"I'm likely to be pumped to death!"

It was as if the main artery had been cut, and the rapid loss of strength made it difficult for Turcalando to stand still, and he seemed a little wobbly.

Her face quickly paled, and blue blood vessels began to stand out on her face.

How her divine spirit ability was turned on, and how it was turned off at this time.

This price made Turcalando quickly figure out why her mother was bound in the shrine, why she responded with a wry smile when she talked about her mother, and she even figured out the price of freedom she wanted, And why Ren Anran was quickly identified as the new successor as soon as they met...

Many things that she had never figured out quickly flashed through her mind.

But her mother probably didn't think that the price of quitting would be too high for Turcalando to bear.

"help me!"

"Where the jade lives, the jade goes and the person dies" is a dogma of experience. The successors of the Tur family have always fought with each other, and the winner lives and the loser dies.

Before Turkalando, no one was so humbly given the soul jade representing inheritance, and no one had enough experience to deal with such problems.

Obviously, this attempt has had extremely serious consequences.

The people who took their lives were not the eight elders, nor a large group of Turians quarreling and yelling to burn her to death, but the God of Tur who had blessed her.

In Turcalando's body, this breath was continuously withdrawn, which also made her body feel dilapidated with heavy bleeding.

The only person Turcalando could call for help was Zhang Xuezhou, who was one meter away, and she was the only person who was identified as the "God Envoy".

She cried out for help in a low voice, and her body began to fall crookedly.

"It seems to be a spell mark!"

Obscure mana fluctuations passed through the glass window and reflected on Turcalando.

Maybe it's because Turcalando wandered around all the year round and stayed away from the shrine, or Turcalando didn't wear a soul jade on his body, the strength of this spell imprint is not high.

Zhang Xuezhou observed carefully for more than ten seconds, and he had already stretched out his hand to point out.

It is very difficult to wipe out the spell marks of high-level practitioners at a low level, but when the spell marks are weak and dim, he only needs to give a helping hand.

Even the strength of the spell imprint on Turcalando is not too high.

The light blue mana brilliance of his fingertips shone, and then he clicked on the position where Turcalando wore the soul jade.

The soft touch of the body came, and there was a sound like glass breaking from Turcalando, and the roar of the ancient giant beast in the shrine was mixed with a trace of anger and confusion.

"Restrain your ability, don't be discovered by him!"

Looking at Turcalando who was panting, Zhang Xuezhou gave a warning when he came back with his hands back.

He recalled the shattered imprint of the spell, only to feel that it was the first time he met a similar kind in the real world.

"Could it be something that can't be a demon?"

He pondered for a few seconds, and it was difficult for him to understand the gods enshrined by the Tur people.

In the past guesses, he believed that the gods of the Tur tribe were similar to the extraterrestrial demons, or belonged to the strong who defeated the extraterritorial demons, but this situation made him doubt his own judgment.

Combined with the growling voice, he even began to think that the other party belonged to some kind of monster.

"Demon?"

When this concept appeared in his mind, Zhang Xuezhou also had a hard time understanding why such an environment would have the possibility of producing demons in reality.