Chen Ran wanted to cry without tears.

This group of unscrupulous Tu tribes kept adding wood to the stolen rack. Looking at the amount of firewood, I thought it was not just about baking him, but even the residue was not left. Not only that, there was a group of rumor-producing guys below that demonized themselves more and more, and even the underwear embroidered with Mickey Mouse pattern came over.

After vomiting for a long time, Chen Ran finally forced out the animal skin on his mouth that emitted a nauseous smell. After vomiting wildly, he felt that the air was so fresh.

Looking at the Tu man with firewood on the side, Chen Ran couldn't help but complain again: "Brother, don't do this, it's not easy for everyone. I have an 80-year-old mother in my hometown, and at least I have never had a girlfriend. If a talent like me dies like this, it would be a pity. Please call your businessman here, I'll have a good chat with him, maybe I can still become..."

The Tu man raised his eyebrows, perhaps thinking that Chen Ran was talking too much nonsense. He was about to bend down and stuff the saliva-filled animal skin on the ground into Chen Ran's mouth again. Chen Ran immediately shuddered and said tightly: "Brother, I know I'm wrong, I won't say it again..." After that, he stretched his mouth tightly.

The Tu man looked contemptuous.

The firewood was almost over, and Chen Ran was sad about his upcoming fate. When the Tu man finished work and stepped down after finishing the firewood, he looked around and saw that the execution had not yet begun. Not many people stared at him, raised his brows and immediately began his little calculation.

Although he had a single person on his body, there was still a space ring, because this thing was bound by souls, Chen Ran could make him invisible. Now, he carefully took out the master key from the space ring...

The so-called master key is actually a special magical metal. It can freely change the shape of the metal terrain. When inserted into the lock, it can spread and lift up all the lock cores to unlock the lock. Although it cannot be compared with the unlocking technique of the master-level thief, it is absolutely fine to open a general lock.

Relying on this derivative feature, Chen Ran first turned the master key into the blade of an ordinary knife, secretly cutting the entangled vines that tied him up. With the ability of the master key, the vines are definitely dozens of times more troublesome than this lock breaking.

Chen Ran secretly cut the vines in his mouth, and on the surface they both looked calm and gentle, and even bored and whistled a small whistle to deceive the Tu tribes who seemed to have low IQ.

After a while of observation, Chen Ran found that these Tu tribes were not useless. The only thing worthy of his admiration was that these guys had a very high execution ability and special efficiency in their work. It was probably a pity that God made up for their IQ, that's all.

A small altar was built in front of the stolen platform. The dead old man called the Great Elder who I had seen before came over soon, still looked like a sage of death, with all kinds of ugly oil paints on his wrinkled face.

The ignorant society naturally has a ignorant civilization. The old man began to recite spells that he couldn't understand in the direction of Chen Ran. At first, Chen Ran was a little worried. He didn't know what black witchcraft or curse magic that guy planned to use. But he was familiar with energy sensing and did not feel the slightest bit of energy. He watched the old man start to jump into a great god, while the others knelt down devoutly, and neatly recited some slang words unique to the Tu tribe, as if he was doing sacred prayers.

At this moment, Chen Ran finally cut off the vine and his tense body couldn't help but relax, but he quickly grabbed the cut and prevented those guys from seeing the flaws.

Now, even if he cracked the lock, he still couldn't escape the siege of these people. There are now a total of hundreds of people in front of the altar, and there are two or three teams of Tu warriors with an average strength of two or three levels. I guess they didn't escape well and they were dealt with it on the spot.

Chen Ran carefully observed the situation and calculated it. He felt that even with the escape skills such as light and shadow technique and light curtain technique, the possibility of forcibly breaking through is still not high...

"Elder!"

Just then, a sad cry of help came from a distance, and a Tu warrior in his thirties ran towards the field against a blood-covered companion, his eyes full of tears. Behind him were a group of shabby Tu warriors.

"Saki, what's wrong with you?" The elder looked at the dying young warrior who was only fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a scary tooth-like knife mark on his chest, and was obviously injured by some kind of insharp knife weapon.

"Elder, when we were hunting more than twenty miles away, we encountered an attack from a team of fire clan teams. They not only snatched away all our prey, but also killed our two tribesmen. We could only escape. My younger brother Ski was also injured by them. Fortunately, I was rescued by me. Great Elder, my younger brother is almost out of reach. You must heal him. I beg you!" The Tu man called Saki knelt down heavily and kept kowtowing in front of the Great Elder.

"Don't panic, I'll solve it..."

Faced with this severe situation, the elder's face couldn't help but tighten a little bit. An elder disciple next to him ran away quickly and retrieved a table of items soon after. Chen Ran not far away found that there was nothing bandage or surgery on it, only some things that seemed like runes or sand ash.

The elder took action. He began to recite the spell that Chen Ran couldn't understand, and then sprinkled the talisman water on the Tu boy, while sprinkling sand-like things.

At this time, Chen Ran felt a trace of witchcraft aura, but it was too weak and could almost ignore it. I think this old charlatan really had a trace of witchcraft power. The young man's wound really healed a little under the scattered witchcraft effect...

But that's all, that's it.

This effect is not enough to save the dying little warrior. His brother watched the elder performing magic with tears on his face. Although he recovered a little, the little warrior's life aura was gradually weakening.

"Hahahaha!"

A sarcastic smile came freely. Chen Ran, who was on the stern rack, looked coldly at the people below, his eyes full of sadness.

A Tu warrior pointed at Chen Ran angrily and cursed: "Alien, why are you laughing at!"

Chen Ran gradually stopped laughing and said coldly: "I am laughing. What a pitiful group of people, not only lost their ancestors' skills, but they are still polite to recite their humility towards their ancestors. They finally have hope, but they still have to destroy the future of the clan with their own hands!"

"You!" The elder was a little weak because he could not save the young warrior. When Chen Ran said this provocative sentence, he was angry and angry. He said to the warrior in the clan: "Set the fire and burn this alien who is very confusing!"

In an instant, many torches were thrown towards the tent platform. The torches lit firewood, and the fire spread and gradually swallowed towards the tent.

"I'm already desperate for you, but..." Chen Ran closed his eyes compassionately towards the brother of the injured little soldier, and said slowly: "Young man, if I say, I can save your brother before I leave, would you like?"

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