Chapter 22 The Undead

Chu Tian smiled and said, "You may consider using my head to exchange the life of the guard."

Bei Xiya nodded slightly and said, "Yes, this is indeed a good suggestion."

She turned her eyes behind her and saw a magic wolf coming here with a heavy and stagnant pace.

"Xi Meng?" After a short surprise, Bei Xiya's heart sank fiercely.

His eyes showed a desperate gray, with a sad and sad howl in his mouth, leaning on the last trace of wisdom and struggling towards Bei Xiya.

Bei Xiya immediately understood Bei Xi's intention to do this, and also let out a scream of resentment and pain.

Beixi slowly approached. Beixiya bent down, kissed his forehead gently with red lips, and sent the most noble farewell ceremony to his companions as the tribal wolf owner.

Bei Xi's body trembled violently, and his throat seemed to urge Bei Xiya to do it quickly.

Bei Xiya stretched out her left hand and stroked the thick mane on his neck, then raised her head and whispered, "Xi Meng, you are the bravest warrior of our Beixi tribe."

A smile bloomed magically on Beixi's fierce wolf's face, as if he did not notice that Bei Xiya's bone blade had penetrated deeply into his forehead.

Beixi slowly closed his eyes and fell into Beixi's arms, with a touch of golden red blood flowing from his forehead.

Bei Xiya stared at Chu Tian and said, "Xi Meng is only fifteen years old. If you were willing to help me just now, he would not die!"

Chu Tian knows that the age of Bei Ximeng is almost equivalent to the 150 years old of people on earth. However, because the growth and development of many demons in the ghost world are extremely slow, he is actually just a stinky teenager.

Demons can live for a long time. If there is no limit of disaster, they can even live forever.

However, in the heavenly war 3,000 years ago (only 300 years ago for the demon world), the demon world suffered heavy losses, especially those demon kings who followed the underworld to rebel against the heavenly world almost died. Now there are only a few surviving antiques.

Therefore, it is rare to see more than 200 old people in the demon world, and it is rare to live for 300 years.

He looked at Bei Xiya calmly and replied, "If it weren't for me, you would have become a corpse just now."

Bei Xiya's eyes suddenly burst into a finging red light, as if he would rush over and tear Chu Tian to pieces at any time.

The two confronted each other coldly for a long time. Bei Xiya finally turned her eyes first and said in a low voice, "You are no different from those devil pigs - in your eyes, we are just blood-drinking livestock."

She gently flattened Beixi's fierce body on the ground, pointed his head in the direction of the Beixi tribe, then grabbed a handful of sand and slowly sprinkled it all the way from her forehead to the wolf's tail, singing the ancient burial song of the wolf demon clan.

The song is desolate and deep, as if talking about the endless suffering and indomitableness of the wolf demon clan for thousands of years.

"Wo--" Bei Xi's fierce body suddenly burned, and the bright blue and yellow flames gradually devoured him.

Bei Xiya stopped singing and raised her face to the red moon hanging high in the sky and made a sad long roar.

Chu Tian silently watched Bei Xiya's funeral for her companions with the unique ceremony of the wolf demon clan, but he thought of Luo Jia, who died with the wind, and his chest was blocked with panic.

Of course, he can understand Bei Xiya's mood at this moment, but who can understand his pain and loneliness?

Unconsciously, the fierce corpse of Beixi was burned by the fire, leaving only a broken golden elixir shining on the scorched black stone ground.

Because the golden elixir has been pierced by the bone blade of Bei Xiya, the magic element contained in it quickly leaked out and is useless.

But Beixiya still held the golden elixir with both hands, put it in the skin at her waist, and prepared to bring it back to the temple of the Beixi tribe to worship it like other brave warriors who died in battle.

She waited in place for a long time, and the undead finally went far away, but she never saw the second companion coming.

Perhaps, they encountered the same bad luck as Bei Ximeng and became corpses.

Bei Xiya looked far away, and the canyon was desolate and lonely. Except for the magic boat that had become ashes, nothing seemed to have happened.

She walked to Chu Tian and said coldly, "Before I think about how to deal with you, I'd better be honest. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't kill you."

She grabbed Chu Tian's back behind her, jumped up in the air and turned into a magic wolf, carrying him like lightning.

Chu Tian lay on Bei Xiya's back and jumped between the starry rocks in the Grand Canyon, but there was no feeling of violent bumps, even more comfortable than taking a boat.

Bei Xiya's delicate body unfolds naturally when running, and her muscles are soft and full of amazing elasticity. After a while, her body slightly emitted heat and sent a wisp of fragrance unique to the wolf demon girl into his nose.

If you are not a prisoner at this moment, such a journey is undoubtedly a comfortable enjoyment.

The scenery on both sides keeps flying back. In the cracks of the cliff, Chu Tian can see a few clusters of grass growing tenaciously from time to time. Most of them are dark red or dark purple, clusters of fist-sized, full of furry barbed hooks, which should be the most common "magic thorn balls" in the Dushuo Mountains.

Bei Xiya let out a whistling sound while galloping. Chu Tian guessed that she was mostly calling out her companions.

The magic boat is getting closer and closer, and it gradually becomes clear. However, nowhere to be seen, there is no trace of people.

Bei Xiya stopped in front of the wreckage of the magic boat, and nothing could be heard in her ear except the roar of her rumbling in the canyon and the sound of the wind.

Is it possible that all the elite soldiers of the Beixi tribe, including Beixihan, have fallen into the tide of the dead?

An unprecedented regret and sadness rose from the bottom of Bei Xiya's heart, as well as a deep frustration as a tribal leader. If you don't go your own way and lead everyone to retreat from the magic boat as soon as possible before the tide of the dead arrives, maybe everyone will be fine.

After a moment of silence, Bei Xiya suddenly roared again, as if she had exhausted all the power in her life. Just like the father of the wolf owner of the Beixi tribe, he stood alone and unruly on the top of the mountains in the heart of the wilderness. With his long edict, he ordered thousands of wolf demon warriors to devote himself to the red moon wolf flag without hesitation.

Suddenly, there was a loud howl in the depths of the thick fog in the distance. Soon after, a wolf howling came one after another from all directions.

"Xi Han, Xi Zhao, Xi Yao--" Bei Xiya was surprised to hear the roar of her companions and responded with a loud voice.

The red fog bulged, the earth trembled, and the originally silent Grand Canyon was suddenly submerged by the deafening roar of the wolf and demon warriors.

Red lightning rushed out of the red fog, trailing a long howling behind him to tear the ice-like darkness.

Bei Xiya stared at the fog around him, one, two, three... ten, eleven, twelve - in addition to herself, a total of twelve companions were lucky to survive, but it also means that more than a dozen other companions, including Beixi Meng, have been kidnapped by the undead. There are more bad luck than bad luck.

"Xi Ya!" The first to arrive was Bei Xihan. He jumped back into a human form and jumped in front of Bei Xiya. When he saw clearly, the sky was also standing with thick eyebrows, and the blade of his left hand popped out and couldn't help piercing his eyebrows.

"Ding!" Bei Xiya raised his body and deformed and protected Chu Tian behind her back. The blade of her right hand held Bei Xihan and said, "Wait!"

"Why?" Bei Xihan was stunned, and then there was a doubtful and angry look on his face.

Bei Xiya avoided Bei Xihan's questioning eyes and replied, "He is still useful."

"Xi Ya!" Bei Xihan was angrily and puzzled, but was pushed back by Bei Xiya's bone blade.

"I'm the wolf master, and my words are orders." Her bone blade vibrated and took the northern night cold three steps back.

Bei Xihan looked at Bei Xiya in consternation and let out a low roar of anger.

At this time, other surviving wolf demon warriors arrived one after another. One of the young men, who was slightly thin and looked a little similar to Bei Xiya, said, "Xia, I don't see what's the use of this demon pig. Just now, you were stubborn and insisted on killing him, which caused heavy losses for everyone. Why didn't you change your mind before long - not only Xi Han, but also everyone, including me, wants to know why?

He is Beixi Yao, the only brother of Beixi Ya. He is known for his wit, changeable and cruelty in the Beixi tribe.

Bei Xiya said coldly, "Are you questioning me?"

Bei Xiyao smiled and turned his head to stagger the intertwined eyes of the two and said, "I dare not."

He secretly noticed that although many of his companions did not speak, there was a faint dissatisfaction with Bei Xiya's move.

"What's wrong with you? Why don't you wait until you go back to the tribe?" Aware of the subtle atmosphere at the scene, Bei Xizhao, who stood behind Bei Xihan, said.

He is Bei Xihan's cousin and a disciple of the Great Shaman. He never easily expresses his opinions in public, but he has a considerable status and voice in the tribe.

"Okay, let's go back to the tribe first!" Bei Xihan didn't want to quarrel with his heart in full view of the public. He happened to take advantage of Bei Xizhao's words to go down the donkey.

Bei Xiyao seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness that happened at the previous moment and said, "Xiya, let me help you take care of the demon pig."

Bei Xiya couldn't believe him and refused without thinking, "No, I want to take care of him in person."

Bei Xihan's face couldn't help but become more and more ugly when he heard the words. But without waiting for him to express his objection, Bei Xiya had already picked up Chu Tian first and turned into a magic wolf and galloped to the north of the Grand Canyon.

Bei Xihan, Bei Xiyao, Bei Xizhao and other wolf and demon warriors followed closely, like a red whirlwind.

Chu Tian fell on Bei Xiya's back and felt the hostile and murderous eyes from behind him. He foresaw that it would never be calm on the way to the Beixi tribe.