Chapter 448 The God of Skinning
Old Order.
An Old Order appeared in the forest.
He was an ugly man, covered with a layer of rotten skin, densely distributed in squares, and sewn together by a special silk thread.
Yang Feng looked at the man, and the other party's sinister eyes were also staring at everyone, and then quickly fled back to the forest and disappeared from sight.
"Not weak."
Yang Feng retracted his gaze. Although the other party was hiding in the forest, the consciousness of the Dark Prison had locked him, and he was doomed.
"King."
"Are you going to hunt him?"
Ying Shuang asked with a smile. Everyone was displaced and struggled from the end of the world to now. It was time to hunt the Old Order.
"Of course."
Yang Feng showed a cruel smile, then looked at Su Manman and Ying Shuang: "Protect the children, follow me."
The shadows squirmed.
Yang Feng's body turned into nothingness, hidden in the shadows, and quickly shuttled to the depths of the forest, and then saw some shocking pictures.
People...
Countless humans.
Most of them were skinned, with hemp ropes wrapped around their necks, and hanged on the treetops in the forest.
This scene was too shocking. There were at least tens of thousands of people hanging, and judging from their appearance, most of them were white.
Their scalps were peeled off.
Their ears were also cut off.
What a cruel method! ?
Yang Feng continued to go deeper and found more cruel scenes. Many sharp tree stumps penetrated their bodies, pierced through the anus, and then penetrated through the mouth.
They were in great pain.
Some people were pierced, but they didn't die directly. The blood kept flowing, staining the entire wooden stake with blood, but they were still sobbing.
"Kill me."
"Kill me."
"Please... kill me..."
The people nailed to the tree stumps begged for mercy in English, wanting Yang Feng, who was passing by, to kill them and end their miserable capital punishment.
"Ugly people?"
Yang Feng frowned, and the man who was pierced nodded while enduring the severe pain. He could still struggle slightly even though he was pierced.
The Ugly United States.
These people are all Ugly people. They were collectively slaughtered in the forest and nailed to the spot like animals.
Bang, bang, bang.
That magical power suddenly erupted.
The surrounding wooden stakes exploded one after another, and sawdust and spikes shot in all directions, blowing the Ugly people pierced on the wooden stakes to pieces.
In the depths of countless wooden stakes.
A hollow area appeared in the forest, hiding a small tribe.
The people in that tribe had deformed bodies. Living in the Eurasian point for a long time, the disordered DNA continued to be sufficient, and complex changes occurred.
Some strong men grew chicken claws, and their long black hair turned into white feathers, forming a cockscomb, looking like a hybrid of humans and chickens.
The female hunter lay on the tree trunk, her skin took on the shape of a leopard, with large patches of fur growing out, and her palms and claws turned into the claws of a beast.
"Welcome."
"Guests from afar."
A blind elder prophet slowly stood up.
His body was covered with vines, the blood vessels under his skin turned into emerald green plant structures, and many fresh wild flowers grew on his head, forming a wreath.
The elder prophet could not move, his feet were deeply rooted in the ground, and the surrounding trees became his eyes and ears, so he could detect Yang Feng's arrival.
In an instant.
Everyone in the tribe became nervous.
The warriors took out their weapons one after another, and the female hunter sleeping on the tree trunk also jumped down like a leopard, grinning at Yang Feng.
"Don't be rude to the guests."
"They are from the East, not our enemies."
The prophet elder raised his cane and knocked on the ground, generating an energy wave, which made all the warriors of the tribe calm down and kneel on one knee in front of him.
Yang Feng waved his hand and asked Ying Shuang and the others who followed behind to come to him.
He had a little interest in this tribe hidden in the forest. Would the Old Order still protect the small society belonging to humans? ?
"Welcome."
"My name is Seattle, and everyone in the tribe calls me the Prophet."
The Prophet made a gesture of invitation, and everyone entered the tribe under the vigilant eyes of the warriors.
The Seattle Prophet invited Yang Feng and the others to sit beside him, and the surrounding warriors were shocked. Only the most distinguished guests were qualified to sit on an equal footing with the Prophet.
No...
The Prophet lowered his posture and sat down on the ground, and let Yang Feng and the others sit on the main seat of the ancient tree trunk.
"Are you here to wipe out the Old Order?"
The Seattle Prophet, his old face trembled slightly, and a dry voice came out of his throat, and he was very clear about the information about the Old Order.
Yang Feng nodded, he was indeed here to kill and wipe out the Old Order.
"Please forgive the ancient spirit."
"He is our patron saint and will not pose any threat to you."
The Seattle prophet pleaded, his legs rooted in the ground bent, and he prostrated himself in front of Yang Feng.
This scene shocked all the warriors of the tribe, and they all knelt on the ground with the prophet.
Yang Feng frowned. It was unbelievable that humans would beg for mercy from the old order.
What is even more difficult to understand is that the so-called ancient spirits are actually protecting humans? ?
"The old sequence...won't pose a threat to me?"
"Hahaha, let Him come out and beg for mercy."
Yang Feng said calmly, not being confused by these few words, but the Seattle Prophet was very sincere. After hearing this, he recited a spell toward the sacrificial site in front of the tribe.
The brazier was burning hot.
At the sacrificial site in front of the tribe, there was a huge bonfire, which burned violently and gradually formed the shape of a man.
It was bloody and dirty, and its skin was composed of square pieces of rotten flesh. It slowly walked out of the brazier, and then knelt down on one knee towards Yang Feng.
He... was actually begging for mercy! !
"Ancient Spirit."
"It can also be called now, the God of Skinning."
"The ancestral spirits who protect us have no intention of participating in the war of the old order, and our only purpose here is to take revenge on those white-skinned pigs."
The Seattle Prophet, eyes burning with rage and vengeance.
The skinned god.
If you look closely, you can see that the skin on its body is entirely composed of pieces of scalp peeled off.
Each scalp has the words "$5" written on it.
Not only that... the skin on its chest and back also has many blessings about 'Thanksgiving' written on it.
Yang Feng fell into silence, thinking of the white people being hanged outside, and suddenly thought of an outrageous possibility.
"Are you...Indians??"
Yang Feng was a little surprised. No wonder this tribe looked familiar. Various movies often depict the life of Indians.
The skinned god.
What a travesty.
The legendary Ugly Man, in order to completely occupy North America, launched a genocidal massacre against the Indians and offered a price of $5 per scalp.
Killing Indians became a business.
The high profits attracted a large number of bounty hunters, and even clothes worn by syphilis patients were deliberately given to Indians.
Ancient spirits.
The skinned god.
He is just the ancestral guardian spirit of the Indians...