Everyone Survives In The Fog

For old guys like them, they don't need to care about the conflicts that have accumulated for a long time.

But as generations develop, future generations will not think so.

What were originally trivial matters have long since turned into irreconcilable contradictions over time.

It even accumulated more and more, leaving a lot of headaches.

When he thought of what might happen, Kong Jin felt dizzy, his blood was blocked, and he let out a long sigh.

"Uncle Qin Yan and the others...are they having a conflict?"

Hearing Kong Jin's question, Qin Zhi's eyes flickered, looking at Qi Yuan and Kong Jin still full of vigilance.

But in the end, he still nodded and said: "Uncle Xin He went to Uncle Feng Xu to ask for an explanation because of what happened that year. In the end, he died in the Wind Tribe under unknown circumstances."

"The two sides started fighting. Uncle Qin Yan and Uncle Zhou Ye tried to break up the fight, but they were also injured. The matter became more and more serious..."

Listening to Qin Zhi's story, Kong Jin felt that he was about to suffer from high blood pressure.

"Is it because of those trivial things back then? These gangsters are really..."

Kong Jinqi couldn't say anything, he just felt the anger rising in his heart.

But I feel helpless in my heart. Living in a small world with no contact with outsiders means that my life circle is destined to be closed.

Although in terms of strength, the elders in the tribe can provide guidance, allowing them to easily reach the rare level, or even the perfect level.

But in terms of character and behavior, it cannot help them.

As a result, many people are already uncles, but their minds are still like children, lacking the wisdom and correct methods of doing things.

After calming down his emotions, Kong Jin said in a low voice, "Take me over and have a look. I hope these guys haven't done anything too outrageous."

Qin Zhi hesitated slightly, but when he looked at Kong Jin, he immediately swallowed his saliva and hurriedly led the way.

Although he didn't know Kong Jin's current state, the majesty in his eyes did not change at all.

As you go deeper, through forests and mountains, you go straight to the wind-attribute tribe.

Things happen there, and people gather there.

Kong Jin was anxious, so he walked very quickly. The originally 30-minute journey took him 15 minutes to get there.

Before anyone could see the figure, the smell of blood could be heard coming from a distance, making several people frown, clearly having a bad premonition in their hearts.

Kong Jin and Zhou Ji stepped forward quickly, and the scene ahead appeared in front of everyone.

There were four or five corpses lying on the ground, and many people beside them were seriously injured and were already dying.

In the field, dozens of figures stood, surrounding one of them.

"Fengxu, are you crazy? Do you really not care about everyone's friendship?"

The man surrounded was covered in blood, his eyes were red, and his hand holding the weapon was trembling slightly.

He snorted coldly and said: "Friendship? Don't talk nonsense about friendship with me. If Xin He talks about friendship, will he wait for the old village chief and others to die before coming to trouble me?"

"If you were serious about friendship, would you come together and demand an explanation? You even killed my sister indiscriminately!"

"Friendship? You are unkind, so don't blame me for being unjust! Things have become like this today, so it will not be easy for everyone."

Qin Yan stood beside him, holding a red machete in his hand, his face full of gloom and embarrassment, and he didn't speak for a long time.

There are other people around, such as Zhou Ye, who are now the heads of various tribes.

Although the strength and reputation are not as good as those of old people like Kong Jin, they can still be regarded as the mainstay.

Just say that now, when things have developed to this point, they obviously do not have the ability to control things.

"You crazy beast, Xin He just came to talk to you, so you killed him directly. I think you have already become murderous, and I can't keep you!"

As he spoke, a middle-aged man pressed forward, his eyes full of hatred and anger, and he was killing decisively.

Qi Yuan looked at the scene in front of him. Although most of the people didn't know each other, he didn't know what happened, let alone what conflicts they had.

But one thing is clear: this is the current situation, and it should be completely out of control.

So many people have died, and they are still the elites of each tribe. It is conceivable that they have been torn apart.

Kong Jin couldn't bear it any longer and stepped out with a strong momentum, instantly suppressing the entire audience.

Everyone present, whether they were talking, preparing to take action, or trying to persuade or block the fight... all stopped in an instant.

A powerful aura as vast as the sea instantly summed up all of them, bringing endless death and silence.

"who?!"

Several people who were also at the perfect level turned their heads almost instantly.

The moment he looked at Kong Jin, he felt a little strange and scared at first, and then he looked thoughtful.

Because Kong Jin's current image is too familiar to them.

When the five old men who escaped were finally transported back, they looked like this, old and withered, and they remained like this until their deaths.

The person in front of them, although too old to be recognized, still made them feel familiar.

"You...are you Grandpa Kong Jin?"

It was Kong Jin's own clansman who was the first to react, and a look of surprise immediately appeared in his eyes.

The next second, he saw Qi Yuan and others behind him, and also discovered the specialness of Kong Jin's body.

Just as he was about to rush forward, he immediately took a few steps back and looked at Kong Jin in front of him warily.

"Who are you? Grandpa Kong Jin is dead. He died on the battlefield. There is no way he will appear here."

But then he thought about it, and when he saw Qi Yuan behind him, he seemed to have figured it out again: "Haha, it was you bastard Qi Yuan who did it, right? Grandpa Kong Jin is already dead, and you actually dare to use his body To deceive us is really worse than a beast."

Others reacted immediately, staring at Qi Yuan with hatred-filled eyes.

If it weren't for him, the Small World Tribe would not have declined, the powerful old men would not have died, and the current farce would not have happened.

The initiator of everything was the man in front of me.

Now they are using the corpses of their elders to make them feel chilling and hatred.

"You little bastard, stop making up your own mind. Do you really think of me as a decoration?"

Kong Jin roared angrily, and the deep voice pierced through the sky, making everyone's ears buzz.

The familiar tone also shocked everyone, wondering whether the Kong Jin in front of them was real or fake.

Reason told them that Kong Jin was already dead, and the person in front of them was definitely not his elder.

But the facts told them that the nature in front of them did not look fake.

Kong Jin knew the scruples in their hearts and couldn't help but snorted coldly and said: "Qin Yan, you kid took advantage of Kongshi to go to the toilet and threw the fire-cracking stone into the pit. Kongshi's whole body was blown up!"