My Dad is a Boss

Chapter 218 The Patriarch Decides to Stop Being a Human Being 10

"Yin Ling knows that she is too embarrassed to face her clan members. She just wants to know, is Grandpa really unwilling to even see her?"

"How can he see it? He is just a skeleton now."

Granny Wuyin said in a bad tone: "Alright, leave the golden silkworm Gu behind and leave the village immediately."

Yinling prostrated herself on the ground and kowtowed continuously, even until her head was broken and bleeding.

Granny Wuyin stopped her, and she stopped. Then she forced the golden silkworm Gu out, cut off the connection with it, and handed the golden silkworm Gu to Granny Wuyin.

The surviving boys and girls in the tribe looked at Yin Ling with hatred, resentment, and sighs, hiding in the dark with changing expressions as they watched her leave.

The child held Grandma Wuyin's hand, which was as rough as cracked old tree bark, and looked up: "Grandma, is she the traitor who killed my mom and dad?"

"Children should stay out of adult matters."

This is Qin Ye, who appeared behind the old man like a ghost.

"Why didn't you show up just now? Are you afraid that you will be soft-hearted?"

Alu was sarcastic and mocking.

Qin Ye sighed, said nothing, and looked sad.

But he never allowed mirage worms to weave illusions in his tribe, so what the tribe members saw was a skeleton. It was also because of his golden light from merits that could blind people's titanium dog eyes, giving people the feeling of holiness and kindness, otherwise it would definitely scare the children into having nightmares at night.

Although the old man was being weird, Qin Ye was not angry. He just looked sad and depressed.

But he forgot that he was a skeleton and wanted to see sadness in the skeleton...

It’s not impossible. At least, this group of old men and women were infected and started crying one by one.

amount……

Qin Ye just wanted to create a character of a melancholy old man, and didn't intend to beat up a group of old men. Seeing them crying, Qin Ye quickly ran away.

In the end, it was Qin Ye who made the person cry, but it was the children of the tribe who comforted him.

The half-grown children, who had grown up and become sensible because of the sudden disaster, racked their brains to comfort their grandparents.

The instigator ran to the top of the mountain, the highest peak of the Shiwan Mountains, towering into the clouds and shrouded in clouds all year round. At the same time, the oxygen content here is pitifully low.

Fortunately, Qin Ye doesn't need to breathe.

He felt that he had run too far, his bones had turned into frozen bones, and the poisonous insects hidden under his clothes had fallen into a dormant state.

The foot of the mountain is hot and humid all year round, while the mountainside begins to be covered with snow, and only in the hottest summer will a patch of green appear.

The top of the mountain is covered with snow all year round.

The snow here has never been stepped on by anyone for countless years.

What is stepping on the ground now is not a human, but a skeleton.

Then, Qin Ye discovered the snow lotus that he had been talking about before. It was transparent all over and looked like it was made of ice, but it was indeed a naturally grown plant that looked like a lotus.

This plant that grows under ice and snow is extremely beneficial to vitality. It can detoxify and treat internal injuries, and its effects are almost comparable to those of spring and autumn cicadas.

The difference is probably that spring and autumn cicadas can be used continuously, but snow lotus is a one-time deal and is gone after use.

Qin Ye picked the snow lotus, found a piece of dark blue ice, chiseled a box out of his leg bone, put the snow lotus in it, and returned to the village.

After the old men finished grieving, they continued to brainstorm and think of ways to restore the sacred tree.

Qin Ye returned as the king, with his hands on his hips, "Let me do it."

The old man and the old woman readily accepted the suggestion and made way for Qin Ye.

Qin Ye was not to be outdone. He took a step forward, looked at the lifeless tree stump, touched his jaw and pondered for a while. After sorting out the breath of the Gu God that he had swallowed, he spit it out and poured it into the tree stump.

The tree stump regained vitality and grew new green branches. With the help of the spring and autumn cicadas, the stump soon grew into a sapling again. Well, this sapling was a little strange.

The original holy tree looked a bit like a willow tree, but no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, the holy tree was always green. Its leaves could soothe the poisonous insects and make them quiet and obedient.

Its juice can increase the success rate of breeding poisonous insects.

Moreover, it grows quite large. The area where it is located is completely bare, with no other trees. It is like a green forest that has inexplicably become bald.

But the newly resurrected holy tree looks strange and very much like a monster. First of all, its hanging branches move like snakes. If you look closely, it seems to be a snake tree full of poisonous snakes.

Maybe the new holy tree was a little excited seeing the sunshine, flowers and green leaves for the first time, so this small tree, about one meter tall, was covered with branches full of dancing snakes with bared fangs and claws.

It also twisted its own trunk.

Seeing this, Qin Ye remained silent, and the old men and women around him looked at Qin Ye with sidelong eyes.

Under the gaze of the old man and the old woman, Qin Ye carefully explained: "Maybe, the sacred tree is actually a very powerful poisonous insect, but it was dead before, or in deep sleep. Now, it is alive?"

Granny Wuyin sighed: "Maybe, I can feel that although it is a little ugly, it is very kind to the Jiuli people. It is indeed a sacred tree, but... a little ugly."

Holy Tree: ...

The holy tree continued to twist its trunk, and the scene was very weird.

Qin Ye couldn't bear to watch and avoided his sight, but Shengshu was very conscious and directly reached into Qin Ye's pocket, secretly rolled out the poisonous insects under Qin Ye's clothes, and ate them one by one with a crisp sound.

Qin Ye:......

He stared at the sacred tree.

The big mountains and small trees bully him because he is old and weak.

Too much bullying.

The holy tree acted flatteringly.

It's amazing that a tree can twist itself into such a posture that gives people such a strong sense of déjà vu.

Anyway, the holy tree is alive. The Spring and Autumn Cicada resurrected the holy tree and fell into sleep again, but this time it climbed directly onto the branches of the small tree.

The little tree didn't eat it either, and let it lie motionless on it.

After a while, the listless spring and autumn cicadas had obviously recovered a lot.

It seems that the effect is similar, or even more powerful.

After all, the Gu God is more powerful than the Jiuli ancestors. He has survived for countless years and almost achieved his wish. He is a big devil.

Although the saplings grown by all the irrigation are ugly, they are definitely blessed with great advantages in terms of Gu.

The most important thing is that the sacred tree itself has attack power. If one of our own people brings outsiders into the village again, and the outsider wants to use the same old trick to destroy the sacred tree, he will find that the sacred tree is alive, and then countless snakes will bite him, turning him into a poisonous person, and he will be deader than dead.

Thinking of this scene, Qin Ye suddenly became happy.

Not bad, not bad, this is a good idea.

As for the tribesmen's unfamiliarity with it, it's just a small matter, but once they get used to it, they'll get used to it.

When outsiders look at the Jiuli people, they also have the impression of fear and terror. After all, the Jiuli people are covered with bugs, which is scary.

But once you get used to it, it doesn't seem like a big deal.

Although it is difficult for outsiders to get used to it, after all, some children born in the Jiuli tribe are born afraid of insects, let alone outsiders.

While Qin Ye was rescuing the sacred tree and looking for resources in the mountains, the underworld in the Central Plains was also in chaos.

The imperial court was furious. After all, they had sent people to the capital to release a bunch of insects. These insects were hard to guard against, and the people who were poisoned were unaware of it. By the time they were discovered, it was too late.

The master of the Divine Doctor Valley was summoned out of the mountain by the emperor's order to go to the capital to remove the poison.

As soon as the Valley Master stepped into the palace, he was immediately infected by the seven or eight poisons left by Qin Ye. The Valley Master was also very capable and noticed it immediately. Then, he ignored everything else and concentrated on saving himself.

He took great pains to break seven Gu, and just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he discovered there was still one. But he didn't know how to break this last one, so he could only hold on for the time being.

Valley Master: ...

Damn it, how did the imperial court offend such an old monster?

The Valley Master was angry and regretted that he should not have gotten involved so easily because of the court's promise. The disciples of the Divine Doctor Valley then told the Valley Master the whole story of Qin Ye's advertising.

The Valley Master stroked his beautiful beard and pondered, "So, this was caused by Qinghong Pavilion?"

"Yes, Qinghong Pavilion is in an even worse situation. All the top management has been ruined. They are a chamber of commerce, and the flow of personnel has spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. Everyone has been infected, and now the situation is basically paralyzed. When the people below hear the name Qinghong Pavilion, it's like seeing the plague god."

The owner of the valley immediately began to pack his luggage.

The disciple was puzzled: "Valley Master, what are you doing?"

"Run! Your Grandmaster has already put eight poisons on me without anyone noticing since I arrived. This was when no one was around. If you really encounter an old monster that puts poisons on me, you don't think I can withstand it, do you? People praise you to death and call you a miracle doctor. You don't really think you are a miracle doctor, do you?"

The Valley Master was a bachelor and very agile. He ran away without even saying hello. By the time the people from the imperial court found him, the Valley Master had already disappeared with his disciples.

On the other side, the Martial Saint of Qinghong Pavilion, who was also the undisputed protagonist of his time, was checking the people who were not poisoned one by one.

The results of the investigation left him speechless, but his accumulated anger caused the air pressure around him to be extremely low, making people dare not even breathe.

At the stage of Martial Saint, except in times of chaos, in times of peace, no one would want to fight each other to the death.

In the early stages, they may still value offspring, reputation and power, but in the later stages, the only thing they care about is further ambition.

Especially as one gets older, Qi and blood become depleted. Even at the level of a Martial Saint, one can only live to a hundred years at most. Then, the Qi and blood in the body will no longer be able to be blocked, and one will inevitably go downhill, like a deflated balloon.

Qinghong Martial Saint became famous late in life and achieved success late in life.

His family was originally in business, and he was a rich young man, but he was involved in a fight in the martial arts world and his family members died tragically. From then on, he sold his property, paid money, and joined a third-rate sect.

Relying on the entry-level martial arts skills of a third-rate sect, he practiced all the way until he finally achieved success when he was nearly sixty years old. He attained enlightenment and stepped into the innate realm, surpassing the level of a grandmaster and becoming a martial saint.

Before becoming famous, Qinghong Wusheng focused on practicing martial arts, like an ultimate martial arts fanatic.

After becoming famous, he was full of energy and enthusiasm, and fairies and witches all threw themselves into his arms.