After hearing this man's words, everyone looked towards his place and found this man standing behind a small hill.
This small hill is the closest peak to the peak where the black monkey tribe lives.
"What did you find?" Mai asked as he walked over there.
When he got there, Mai froze on the spot and stopped motionless.
Everyone was curious and walked over one by one. Then a look of astonishment appeared on everyone's face and they stopped there motionless.
Seeing strange movement over there, Yang Cheng put the Witch God Card away and walked over to take a look.
Seeing Yang Cheng approaching, everyone quickly made way for him.
Yang Cheng followed the path that everyone gave way to the end. Then, Yang Cheng froze on the spot for an instant, his brows furrowed and his face turned ugly.
In front of him was a large pit ten meters in diameter.
Big pits are not unusual. Just after the "energy returned", a large number of large and small pits appeared in the ancestral land.
However, there were all kinds of humanoid corpses in this big pit, a lot of them, thrown away at will.
Some have turned into bones, and some still look like they died not long ago. The corpses are very fresh and have not yet putrefied.
"This is a mass grave, with more than five hundred bodies in it!"
Yang Cheng immediately judged what this big pit was used for, and also guessed why there was this mass grave here. This was used by the Black Monkey Tribe to replenish the energy of the Witch God Card.
"Witch, this, this..."
Even after fighting the ferocious beasts for so many times, Yan Hu was still stunned and at a loss when he saw that there were more than 500 corpses densely packed in this big pit, which was equivalent to the corpses of more than ten tribes.
Yang Cheng said in a deep voice: "Go find some firewood and come here. Let's set a fire and burn this place down."
This is the best choice. The black monkey tribe has been destroyed, and the corpses they killed can also rest in peace.
"good……"
Someone immediately went to collect firewood.
Yang Cheng took another look and planned to prepare fire magic to burn the corpses in the pit clean.
Suddenly, Mai seemed to have discovered something. He pointed at a corpse that had been rotting for a long time in the big pit, with bones exposed in some places, and said, "Look, that seems to be the corpse of our Qingque tribe!"
"Um?"
Everyone hurried over to take a look, and sure enough, they could vaguely see the totem of Qingque on the rotting chest of the corpse.
"Quick, lift him up." Yang Cheng ordered.
Mai and Yanhu jumped down immediately, regardless of the unpleasant smell of decay, and carefully lifted the body up.
After carrying it up, Yang Cheng covered his mouth and nose with the animal skin, and moved forward to take a look. The fatal part of the corpse was in the belly.
The chest is still intact, maybe because it is a totem warrior, and after so long, the body has not completely decomposed.
Yang Cheng took a wooden stick and cleaned away the black floc on the chest of the corpse.
At this time, you can see it more clearly.
What is painted on it is the totem of my Qingque tribe!
"He's from our tribe." Yang Cheng let go of the animal skin covering his mouth and nose and said in a deep voice, "Do you know who he is?"
"I can't tell. His head is all rotten. I don't know who it is."
Yan Hu and others looked at the corpse left and right, looked at it with difficulty for a while, discussed in a low voice for a while, and shook their heads.
Yang Cheng also knew that this was a embarrassment for them. Except for the totem on the chest, the body was still intact. The rest of the body was almost turned into white bones. The flesh and blood on the head had long since fallen off and rotted, leaving only a white skull. .
In this case, unless DNA testing is performed and high technology is used to restore it, primitive people like Yanhu and the others would not be able to tell the difference at all.
Yang Cheng nodded and sighed slightly: "Oh, forget it, let him..."
The words are not finished yet.
Yan Lin suddenly said from the side: "Wu, I know who he is. He is Xia's father, Sheng."
"Xia's father?" Everyone was slightly stunned.
Yes, Yang Cheng remembered. When he first met Xia, someone said that Xia's father and mother died in the process of escaping.
Yang Cheng asked: "Yan Lin, how did you see it?"
Yan Lin pointed to the little finger of the right hand of the corpse, where half of the bones were missing, "Wu, when Xia was with us, he said that his father used to pick wild fruits for her when she was a child. A ferocious beast, this place is injured and broken.”
Well, it seems that Xia still misses his father very much...
Cangshi said at this time: "Wu, when he was escaping from his ancestral land, Sheng stayed behind to break up his family. This body may be his..."
"Yes." Yang Cheng nodded: "Put him aside. We will hold a funeral for him later. Then you can see if there are any others from our tribe."
Everyone felt a little heavy, nodded, and started searching in the pit seriously.
But unfortunately, apart from this corpse, no other corpses of the Qingque tribe were found.
Seeing that he couldn't find it, Yang Cheng asked someone to throw the prepared firewood into the fire pit, and then threw another fire spell into it.
A huge flame immediately ignited on the pit, and the scorching heat made everyone around him take a few steps back.
The bones burned, melted into ashes, and floated into the sky with the heat of the air.
Something strange happened.
The ashes seemed to have spirituality. After floating into the sky, they did not disperse immediately. Instead, they lingered above everyone's heads for a long time, as if thanking them.
Finally, it drifted away to the distance along with a sudden strong wind.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Yang Cheng looked at the ashes floating away, unable to control his thoughts.
"call……"
After a long time, Yang Cheng withdrew his gaze and took a long breath.
Turning his head, Yang Cheng said: "Let's hold a funeral for Sheng Li."
The funeral is a cremation. It is not practical to take the body back for burial. The body has been decomposing for a long time and will fall apart if there is a bump in the road.
Everyone nodded, and now a wooden bed was neatly arranged with firewood, and Sheng's body was carried up.
Under the auspices of Yang Cheng, everyone walked back and forth around Sheng's body several times. Finally, Yang Cheng said some prayers, took the lit torch, and threw it on top of the firewood.
The flames slowly burned, and soon Sheng's body turned into ashes, but instead of flying away in the wind, it fell to the ground.
Yang Cheng asked someone to collect his ashes, put them in a clay pot, and brought them back to Xia.
After the solemn and solemn funeral.
The heavy feeling in everyone's hearts could not help but dissipate a lot.
Taking one last look at the devastated ancestral land, Yanhu and the others no longer had any reluctance in their eyes.
"Let's go back to the tribe!"
With Yang Cheng's cry, everyone embarked on the journey back...
