Chapter 295: Punishment, Messenger of Wangchuan!

"Feng Changqing, I ask you again, where is the body of the Qingyun Patriarch?"

Swish!

Feng Zhentian stepped forward and asked coldly.

However.

Even after suffering such a fierce blow, Feng Changqing still did not tell the truth of the matter. He just lowered his head and remained silent.

And!

In his eyes, there was a strong determination...

That look!

It seemed that he was ready to die!

Seeing this scene, Feng Zhentian was even more angry, and his majestic face was full of gloom.

"Hmph~"

"Since you are unwilling to tell the truth, I can only deal with you according to the clan rules of the Tianfeng tribe."

"Feng Changqing, you guarded the spirit of the Qingyun Patriarch in the ancestral temple, but lost his body. This crime is unforgivable!"

"Come here, take Feng Changqing away and choose a day to bury him with the Qingyun Patriarch..."

Feng Zhentian ordered coldly.

While speaking.

Two strong clan soldiers entered the ancestral temple, one of them grabbed Feng Changqing's arm and was about to take him down.

"Wait!"

"Chief, please spare my brother's life..."

Swish!

Just as the clan soldiers were escorting Feng Changqing to leave the ancestral temple, suddenly, a ferocious figure with blood all over his body hurried to the ancestral temple.

Finally, he knelt down in front of Feng Qinglei and others...

It was Feng Yuan!

"Ancestor, leader, the body of the Qingyun Ancestor disappeared inexplicably. I think there must be a reason."

"Although Changqing can't practice, he will never dare to do anything against his ancestors, and he will not be so conscienceless as to harm the body of the ancestor."

"Who knows, was it really done by the people of the Red Moon Tribe?"

"Ancestor, Feng Yuan guarantees with his life that Changqing is definitely not the kind of traitor. Please ask the ancestors and leaders to see clearly."

"It's miserable that Changqing can't practice. As his eldest brother, I can't watch him die for no reason."

"Feng Yuan is willing to bear all his guilt. Please let Changqing go, ancestors and leaders..."

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

...

Feng Yuan, covered in blood and scars, knelt in front of Feng Qinglei and others, and kowtowed and prayed frantically.

After a while, his forehead was bleeding.

See this scene!

Feng Changqing, who was standing by, was also greatly shocked...

"Brother, you..."

His eyes were moist and he was deeply moved.

At the same time!

He also felt a strong sense of guilt.

"Changqing, tell the truth quickly, where did the body of Qingyun Patriarch go?"

Feng Yuan said anxiously.

He was worried that if this continued, Feng Changqing would definitely die.

However!

Facing Feng Yuan's extremely earnest eyes, Feng Changqing still insisted on his original excuse.

"The body of Qingyun Patriarch was taken away by the people of the Red Moon Tribe..."

He whispered.

He couldn't say anything about sacrificing the body to Dongfang Bubai, because if he did, not only would he die, but Feng Yuan would also be implicated.

Therefore!

He was going to bury this matter forever!

"Anyway, I can't practice in this life, I can only be a useless waste. If I can save the tribe, I will bear the heinous sins."

"Then I have no regrets!"

"Perhaps, this is all I can do in this life..."

Feng Changqing murmured silently in his heart.

After saying that.

He closed his eyes and prepared to face the fate of death.

Humph~

Seeing Feng Changqing's stubbornness, Feng Zhentian's anger in his chest became stronger.

"What are you still doing? Why don't you suppress Feng Changqing, this evil obstacle?"

He roared loudly.

Hearing this!

The two tribesmen were about to take Feng Changqing away.

"Wait a minute!"

At the critical moment, Feng Qinglei's voice rang out in the ancestral temple.

"Ancestor, Feng Changqing lost the body of Qingyun, and his crime is extremely serious..."

"I know."

"Although Feng Changqing is guilty of the loss of Qingyun, I will spare his life for Feng Yuan's plea."

"However, he can be spared the death penalty, but he cannot escape the living crime!"

"So far, my Tianfeng tribe is still short of an envoy to patrol the Wangchuan River. In a while, it will be the day for the tribe to worship the Wangchuan River God."

"In view of Feng Changqing's guilt, I will appoint him as the Wangchuan envoy to patrol the Wangchuan River in consideration of Feng Yuan's merits."

"When the body of Qingyun is found, he will be freed. Otherwise, he will die..."

Feng Qinglei said indifferently.

What?

Wangchuan envoy?

Feng Yuan's expression suddenly changed when he heard this.

A trace of panic and fear instantly flashed in his eyes...

The Tianfeng tribe, although it does not have a clear and firm belief in gods, has a tradition of worshipping the god of the Wangchuan River.

Every ten years, the Tianfeng tribe will hold a ceremony to worship the river god, praying for good weather and no disasters in the tribe.

Now!

The ten-year deadline is not far away!

As an envoy patrolling the Wangchuan River, once Feng Changqing is branded, he will have to take on the mission of maintaining the Wangchuan River.

At that time, he must enter the Wangchuan River to clean up the corpses of the undead washed out by the river.

The Wangchuan River contains great terror!

Even if one has the brand of the Messenger of Forgotten River and can walk normally in the river, he will still be eroded by evil spirits and resentful spirits.

therefore!

Since ancient times, none of the Wangchuan envoys of the Tianfeng tribe have lived for more than ten years.

One can imagine.

Once Feng Changqing becomes the messenger of Wangchuan, he will also be eroded by the river of Wangchuan and eventually die without a burial place.

especially!

He is just a mortal without any cultivation or strength.

I'm afraid, I will die faster!

Kaka~

When he thought of that scene, Feng Yuan clenched his fists tightly, and boundless pain burst out from his eyes...

Compared to him, Feng Changqing acted very calmly.

even!

A faint smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth.

That way.

It seems that he is not afraid of the punishment of becoming the messenger of Wangchuan, but is very excited.

"Being the messenger of Wangchuan is great!"

"With the blessing of the seal of the Wangchuan envoy, I can enter the river of Wangchuan to collect corpses. There are many corpses of powerful people in there."

"Legend has it that even demigods and even true gods were buried in it!"

"If I can retrieve the corpses of those powerful men, then I can use them to invite God's messenger Dongfang Bubai to embark on the path of cultivation."

"The River of Forgetfulness is a nightmare for others, but for me, it is a place of great opportunity..."

Feng Changqing murmured secretly.

There was a vague excitement in his eyes!

…

Feng Qinglei and others were not clear about his thoughts.

Seeing how he kept his head lowered and remained silent, everyone thought that he had desperately accepted this reality.

therefore!

Didn't do what it wanted!

"Feng Changqing, I ask you again, where is the body of Patriarch Qingyun? If you are willing to tell the truth, I promise not to pursue it."

At this time.

Feng Qinglei came in front of him, stared at him closely, and said.

at the same time!

In his hand, he still held an ancient black seal...

This is the Seal of Forgotten River inherited by the tribe!

It is said.

It is an artifact given to the world by the Forgotten River God. It can represent the authority and will of the Forgotten River God. As long as it is marked by it, you will become a slave of the Forgotten River.

Serve the River of Forgetfulness throughout your life!

Since ancient times.

Among the Tianfeng tribe, only those who have committed sins or serious mistakes will be marked and sacrificed to the river god.

at the same time!

The Seal of Forgotten River also represents death!

But all the people of the Tianfeng tribe are extremely afraid of it...

but.

The current Feng Changqing is an exception.

Even in the face of Feng Qinglei's repeated reminders, he just shook his head and did not tell the truth of the matter.

See this scene!

Feng Qinglei was also very angry!

"Huh, stubborn!"

"In that case, then you will stay in the River of Forgetfulness forever from now on..."

Say it.

Feng Qinglei directly placed the Seal of Wangchuan in his hand heavily on Feng Changqing's forehead.

"Ah~"

Accompanied by bursts of painful sounds, large amounts of blood emerged from Feng Changqing's forehead, and his body was trembling crazily.

Looking at Feng Yuan next to him, he couldn't bear to close his eyes...

Uh-huh~

I don't know how much time passed, but when Feng Changqing's painful screams stopped, he had already collapsed on the ground.

His face was pale!

also.

There was an ancient and mysterious mark on his forehead. At first glance, it seemed to contain boundless evil...